Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 733: The self-styled clever one, kneel to me all the time!

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: The self-styled clever one, kneel to me all the time!

San Ye encircled Qin Ruan with his arms, whispering in her ear, "Your warning is of no concern to them, if anything it may embolden them."

The close breath, the heat that comes with it, was rather awkward for Qin Ruan.

She lowered her gaze, whispering, "That’s not true."

San Ye was holding Qin Ruan’s shoulder, whispering something in her ear.

His demonstrative attitude was clear and it made Lord Huo standing opposite grit his teeth with anger.

He scoffed discontentedly, "Nowadays there’s someone who would dare to barge into the dog’s hole and kill the dog, there’s no justice left indeed!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruan’s cheeks flushed instantly.

Huo San Ye glanced up at Huo Yirong, an underlying warning evident.

He said leisurely, bringing Song Qing back into the conversation, "Song Qing, after all, is a member of the Song family. Don’t make things escalate into manslaughter."

In San Ye’s eyes, even subsidiary families should receive their due respect.

Huo Yirong curled his lips, the rebellious and cold-blooded gaze from the depths of his eyes barely subdued, yet he obediently responded, "I understand, I didn’t do anything to her."

There was no mention of his earlier murderous intent toward Song Qing.

If it weren’t for the interruption just now, he would have indeed killed her.

...

The West Courtyard.

A row of several buildings stood side by side.

This was where the Huo family’s Hidden Guard lived.

Huo Zhi rushed over, quickly dashing up the stairs like the wind.

In just a few minutes, she hurriedly ran down the stairs again, heading for Lord Huo’s residence.

In her hand, she held a piece of black substance that resembled a rope. Under the sun’s rays, a flash of bright light passed by.

Huo Zhi quickly returned to Huo Yirong’s abode at the fastest speed.

Her beautiful eyes looked at Song Qing, who was kneeling outside the door, shivering from the cold, and almost falling down.

Huo Zhi pursed her lips tightly.

She came to the Huo family at the age of six, now twenty-four, it took her over a decade to rise to the leader’s position.

Song Qing came to the Huo family at sixteen, now it has been ten years.

Over the years, it was clear to those in the Secret Guard Department that Song Qing was more competent than her, and even more suitable for the leader’s position.

Song Qing’s capability was even vaguely superior to Huo Chuan’s, she was the most capable woman among the hidden guards.

Over the years, Song Qing seems to have no presence in the department, yet her accomplishments draw everyone’s attention.

She was always the one who performed the best in completing tasks.

Song Qing’s extraordinary ability and background were the envy of many in the guard department, she was low-profile and seemed to be without desire or demand.

Many in the department respected her for both her capabilities and her demeanor.

So did Huo Zhi, she held a bit more reverence for Song Qing.

Last night, when Lord Huo went to the Fu family’s invitation, it was Song Qing along with one of Huo Zhi’s subordinates who accompanied him.

For today’s life-or-death ordeal for Song Qing, Huo Zhi understood the situation more than anyone other than the individuals involved.

Song Qing violated Lord Huo’s rules and disobeyed his orders.

This is considered a betrayal, a huge taboo, and is punishable by death.

However, Song Qing, is not from one of the four major families, or the six aristocratic families, but still comes from a small aristocratic family.

She belongs to the Song family, and is destined to get more opportunities than others.

Despite his fury, Lord Huo maintained some level of calm after all and ordered that Song Qing be expelled from the Huo family.

All her years of hard work were invalidated in one sentence, thrown into hell, it was too much for Song Qing to bear.

She knelt down and begged Lord Huo, swearing never to disobey orders ever again.

How cold-hearted Lord Huo is! His decisions are never allowed to be rebuked, unless that person is San Ye.

Huo Zhi witnessed Song Qing’s pitiful pleading and tears first hand, a strong person also has forlorn moments, reduced to weeping.

Lord Huo really wanted to kill Song Qing.

In that moment, it wasn’t just her who realized it, so did Huo Qiang and the other hidden guards.

They dared not voice any objections as that would only enrage Lord Huo even more.

Fortunately, fortunately, San Ye and Madam arrived.

Song Qing was not meant to die this way.

Huo Zhi approached Song Qing, kneeling on the ground, with almost silent steps.

She extended her tightly clenched fist, and offered it in front of Song Qing, who was indifferent and preparing for her death.

Huo Zhi slowly opened her palm, revealing what was hidden in her hand.

It was a black hair tie strung with a piece of obsidian.

"Sister Qing, I’ve brought the item you wanted."

Song Qing’s wet, almost frozen hair shifted slightly as she raised her head, revealing her melancholy eyes.

Her captivating beauty was shrouded with bleakness. Upon seeing the hair tie in Huo Zhi’s palm, a glimmer of hope appeared in Song Qing’s eyes, as though she had found a reason to live.

She reached out her trembling hand and took the hair tie from Huo Zhi’s palm.

Her fingers weren’t too nimble, and with their trembling, it was a struggle to put the hair tie on her wrist.

The obsidian touched the back of her hand, hanging stably in the void of her wrist.

And Song Qing’s heart fell lightly.

She seemed to tug at the corner of her mouth.

Huo Zhi, standing beside her, couldn’t see from her angle.

By the time she tried to see, Song Qing’s face resumed its emotionless, grave stillness.

Huo Zhi looked towards the hall, and listening to the chuckles of the children playing with the second young master, she spoke in hushed tones. "Sister Qing, I have to go in. You’ll be safe today with the third young master around."

A barely audible response came from Song Qing, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, just a simple hum.

Song Qing placed her right hand over her left wrist, covering the black hair tie.

Only the obsidian, hanging in the void of her wrist, radiated a dull glow under the refraction of sunlight.

After Huo Zhi left, Song Qing removed her right hand from her left wrist, her eyes staring at the hair tie.

With no one else around, she tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing an unnatural smile.

The smile, though not too pleasing to the eye, warm and gentle in appeal, softened her otherwise icy demeanor.

Song Qing, with her right thumb and forefinger, tugged at the hair tie on her wrist, pulling it to the limit before slowly releasing it.

"Snap!"

The hair tie snapped back, fiercely hitting the flesh of Song Qing’s wrist.

The skin there quickly reddened.

Seemingly insensitive to the pain, Song Qing repeated her previous action.

Each time the hair tie snapped back, causing a dull sound and a faint pain on her wrist, Song Qing’s smile deepened a little more.

The abyss had long held her captive, restraining her movements.

This life, she could never climb out anymore.

Her physical body sank to the bottom of the abyss, her soul offered as a sacrifice to the light she had chased all her life.

Song Qing halted the action that brought her no pain, yet allowed her peace.

Kneeling outdoors in ten degrees below zero, she maintained a perfect posture.

She was ready to face the worst.

Twenty-six years had exposed her to all the hardships of life.

No regrets in this lifetime.

She was prepared to die without regret.

Inside the hall.

As Huo Zhi entered, Huo Yirong, who was conversing with the third young master, Huo, glanced at her coldly.

He asked flatly, "Where did you send her?"

Huo Zhi halted her steps, respectfully bowed and replied, "Sir, Sister Qing is kneeling outside the door."

Qin Ruan, who was amusing Huo Yao, furrowed her brows at the weather outside.

Although the sun was shining brightly, it was the dead of winter, and the outdoor temperature was below ten degrees.

In such weather, Song Qing, soaked through, was kneeling outside, a punishment not even the most robust could bear.

"Tch!"

Huo Yirong scoffed, his laughter filled with irony and cruelty, "The self-smart ones can kneel for as long as they want!"

Huo Zhi’s lip moved as she looked at Huo Qiang.

Seeing his slight head shake, she didn’t speak out again.

Qin Ruan, watching their interactions, revealed a hint of amusement.

The third young master Huo pinched her face and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

He clearly caught Qin Ruan’s smile earlier; it held a deeper hint of mischief as if she was up to something.

Narrowing her beautiful eyes, Qin Ruan gently shook her head at the third young master.