Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

158 Crash

This small courtyard looked like an abandoned courtyard. The floor was littered with fallen leaves and no one was cleaning it up. He had originally thought that it was a pair of wild ducks burning up here. Just as he was about to jump over, he suddenly paused when he heard the voice.

“Madam, your skin is really tender. Master is really unappreciative, leaving a treasure like you behind.”

A vulgar male voice sounded, followed by a female voice giggling.

When Lin Zhiqing heard this, he froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning. His face was full of hatred.

He walked over with a dark expression and kicked open the door. The two people inside were shocked. The servant immediately softened, thinking that he had been discovered. The servant did not even look at the person entering the room and immediately rolled off the bed. The servant knelt on the ground in fear and begged for mercy.

Madam Song also thought that she had been discovered by Song Yuancheng. She hurriedly put on her clothes and was about to cry and quibble, but she did not expect to see a man in black with a face covered. Her quibble suddenly stuck in her throat.

Then, she sternly asked, “Who are you? Why are you in my house?”

“Ha!” Lin Zhiqing chuckled and slowly pulled down the mask on his face. He sneered and said, “Madam song, Don’t you remember me?”

Although he was smiling, his eyes were dark and deep. There was no smile at all. They were filled with monstrous hatred.

Mrs. Song was stunned. The person in front of her was very handsome. She seemed to have seen such a person in her memory, but she could not remember where she had seen him before.

However, she knew that the young man in front of her was dangerous. She was full of vigilance, she shouted, “I don’t care who you are. As long as you leave immediately and say what you saw today, I can let bygones be bygones!”

Lin Zhiqing lowered his head and laughed as if he had heard a joke.

Mrs. Song said angrily, “What are you laughing at!”

Lin Zhiqing finally finished laughing. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said with a chuckle, “Let bygones be bygones? Mrs. Song is really generous. I’m afraid that Mrs. Song will send people to kill me the moment I leave this place, right?”

Madam Song’s intentions were exposed, and she was so embarrassed that she flew into a rage. “How dare you! I’m the daughter of the Minister of Revenue. Do you think that you can control me just because you know about this?! This is ridiculous! I told you to leave just now and you didn’t want to leave, then it’s not up to you now! Zhuo Darong, go get someone!”

Madam Song was naturally used to being arrogant. Although this kind of thing could not be tolerated in the world, she was not really afraid. It was only because she was the daughter of the Minister of Revenue that she had a powerful identity. She used her identity to act arrogantly in the prefect’s mansion.

Even if song Yuancheng knew, he could not do anything to her. Moreover, if he did not sneak into the concubine’s room every day and abandoned her, she would not have been lonely and had an affair with a servant. In the end, it was all Song Yuancheng’s fault! Thinking of this, Madam Song was angry again.

Zhuo Darong, who was still lying on the ground, shivered. He was not wearing anything now, but he could not disobey Madam Song, so he could only stand up carefully.

Lin Zhiqing put the sword on his shoulder, and he lay down again in fear.

“Master, please spare my life! Master, please spare my life!”

Mrs. Song glared at him. What a useless thing!

Lin Zhiqing chuckled. “Why don’t you shout now, Mrs. Song? If you call everyone here, I won’t be able to leave, right?”

Mrs. Song looked at him hatefully. Even if she did not care, it would not be good for others to know about this. Moreover, she felt that this person was very familiar, but she did not know where she had seen him before. She asked in puzzlement, “Who are you exactly?”

Lin Zhiqing stopped smiling and asked with a gloomy face, “Mrs. Song is really a noble person who forgets things. Do you really not remember?”

Mrs. Song was startled by his appearance, as if another answer came out from her heart. His appearance gradually overlapped with the shadow that had long been forgotten in her mind. That person also often had such a gloomy face, even though he was beaten half to death, he refused to beg for mercy.

She cried out in terror, “It’s you! You’re not dead yet!”