Seeing that Xie Yun did not speak, as if to prove himself, the prisoner kneeling on the ground banged his head hard against the ground!

Blood splattered and fell on Sang Yao’s skirt.

Sang Yao’s breath suddenly stagnated. This crisp sound, combined with the surrounding bright red, untimely reminded Sang Yao of a bursting watermelon. This analogy made her feel even more horrified.

She had never seen such a scene before. Her pupils suddenly contracted, her small face turned pale with fear, and she subconsciously retreated, almost screaming in panic.

Xie Yun and Jinglian remained unmoved, making her reaction seem exaggerated.

As if this wasn’t enough, as she retreated, she accidentally bumped into the tea table, causing the porcelain cups that she had neatly arranged to tilt and fall off the table, rolling to Xie Yun’s feet with a clatter.

“I’m… I’m sorry! I’ll pick them up right away.” Sang Yao widened her eyes and the apology blurted out without thinking.

But as soon as she said it, she began to regret it. After all, she was the daughter of a high-ranking official, and this was too embarrassing for her father.

She felt aggrieved and resentful. She wasn’t Xie Yun’s little maidservant, so why was she so quick-witted now?

She thought like this in her heart, but it didn’t stop her from quickly squatting down in front of Xie Yun and reaching out to pick up the porcelain cup.

As she picked it up, Sang Yao immediately discovered with pain that the back of the porcelain cup was covered in blood.

Help!

Her fingers stiffened, and the cup slipped from her hand again.

Clattering, it rolled to Xie Yun’s feet again, staining his boots with blood.

“…I’m sorry.”

Sang Yao wanted to reach out and pick it up again, but it seemed that the man’s patience had run out. He didn’t want to spend any more time on her and his clear voice came slowly from above:

“Lord Shen, today I came to see you, I even canceled my planned trip to Qingzhou and took the risk of being accused of colluding with the prisoners. Now, sitting here peacefully with you, I still have to endure the teasing of a certain ignorant little thing.”

“After all the trouble, I didn’t come here to listen to your apologies.”

Sang Yao paused, holding the cup.

An ignorant little thing? Who was he referring to?

Sang Yao, with no psychological pressure, picked up the cup with two fingers, looking slightly disgusted, stood up, and then silently retreated to the side, gently placing it on the table.

It couldn’t be referring to her, could it? She was just here to serve tea.

After putting it down, she didn’t want to stay here any longer, so she thought about leaving.

But it wouldn’t be good to leave directly. Xie Yun seemed to be too busy to care about her, so she looked up at Jinglian, silently asking him with her eyes if she could leave first.

Unexpectedly, Jinglian happened to be looking at her too. Their eyes met, Jinglian smiled at her, his eyes very kind.

In Sang Yao’s impression, Jinglian was supposed to be as serious as his master.

He had a handsome face, with a hint of gentleness, but his temperament was somewhat stern. He always arranged everything for Xie Yun in an orderly manner and showed little interest in anything outside the Xie family.

He was probably as arrogant as his master.

But surprisingly, Jinglian was very friendly to people.

Including the last time she fell at the palace banquet, when she accidentally met him afterwards, he asked her with concern if she was injured, and then, despite Sang Yao’s many excuses, he gave her a bunch of healing herbs.

Sang Yao suddenly realized that it seemed that every time she met Xie Yun, Jinglian was always around. Compared to Xie Yun’s cold arrogance, Jinglian was gentle and courteous. Not only would he greet her with a smile, but sometimes he would also patiently remind her of a few things.

She smiled back at Jinglian.

After exchanging pleasantries, she took advantage of the fact that Xie Yun couldn’t see her and moved slightly to the side, not wanting to get too close to him.

Jinglian noticed her reaction.

When the girl smiled, there were two shallow dimples on her cheeks, her eyes curved like crescent moons, bright and innocent. Even her movements were a bit clumsy, and her thoughts were written all over her face.

Jinglian sighed inwardly. Look, on the surface, she was afraid of his master, but in just this short moment, she had glanced at his master countless times.

Clearly, she must like his master.

He thought happily, how could such a beautiful and lovely girl be attracted to his master, who was so heartless and unfeeling?

After this sigh, Jinglian withdrew his gaze satisfactorily and continued to stand behind Xie Yun with an expressionless face.

Sang Yao still didn’t know if she could leave first.

Xie Yun’s conversation with the old minister was still ongoing, and Sang Yao pursed her lips, feeling a little anxious.

She always got entangled in some seemingly meaningless things, like now. On the one hand, she felt that staying here was pointless. She should quietly come and quietly leave.

On the other hand, she was worried that if Xie Yun noticed her leaving without saying anything, he might get angry. Of course, she didn’t care if he was angry or not, but her father seemed to want to curry favor with Xie Yun. She couldn’t let Xie Yun have a bad impression of her father, could she?

After secretly struggling for a while, Sang Yao grasped the handle of the teapot.

Why not pour the tea for him first?

The prisoner covered his face and said, “Up to now, I really won’t hide anything from you. Since I entered prison, I have regretted it every day. I shouldn’t have believed him in the first place. I really deserve to die, but I have never had any other intentions towards you.”

The green tea poured down, and the faint fragrance of the tea leaves wafted up, refreshing the tip of the nose.

She didn’t pay attention to Xie Yun’s conversation with the prisoner.

“Xie’s family has shown great kindness to me. No matter what, I would never do anything to betray Xie’s family’s trust. If you suspect me, then I can only show my determination to die today!”

Xie Yun looked down at him, indifferent to the man’s words full of blood and tears. He did not reply, and the silence seemed to be the last chance given.

After a moment, Xie Yun leaned back in his chair, his voice lazy with a hint of coldness, “To die for your beliefs, do you think your life is so valuable?”

“Last chance.”

The man’s body trembled, his messy hair covering his face, “What… what do you want to hear from me?”

Xie Yun’s patience ran out, and he said in a low voice, “It seems that you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin.”

With that, the man slowly reached out his hand to the side.

When Sang Yao raised her head, she saw Xie Yun reaching out his hand towards her. She paused for a moment. There was only her standing in that direction. What did he mean by reaching out to her?

Observing and understanding words and expressions is always very important, especially for such a high-ranking and powerful young man.

Fortunately, she was quick-witted. She took a step forward with the teacup in her hand, and then confidently handed the tea she had just poured to Xie Yun.

“…”

Jinglian’s outstretched hand stopped abruptly.

Xie Yun was also stunned. He slowly raised his head, lifted his eyelids to look at Sang Yao, and his pitch-black eyes showed no emotion.

What’s going on? Could she have misunderstood?

Under his gaze, Sang Yao began to feel nervous again. She swallowed hard, holding the tea cup in her hand, and whispered, “Your… your tea.”

How annoying, she was becoming more and more like a maidservant.

The handsome man stared at her face, his voice cold, almost emphasizing each word, “Did I say I wanted tea?”

It’s over, she really misunderstood.

A sense of oppression overwhelmed her. She looked down at the man’s pale and slender hand, almost not daring to breathe, “Then… what do you want?”

Her voice became weaker and softer, extremely gentle, “I’ll go get it for you.”