"Second Young Master Nan, I would advise you to leave this place." Chu Yue simply repeated her words when she saw Nan Hou Xiang's indignant expression. She was not afraid at all of this young master in front of her.
Nan Hou Xiang stomped his legs in anger. He wanted to say more, but Chu Yue began to release her killing intent. The training that Chu Yue had received was not something a pampered young master like him could possibly imagine in his entire life.
"Ugh…"
In the end, Nan Hou Xiang turned around and left directly. He kicked the other servants on the way to vent his anger.
Watching it all, Xiao Yun clicked her tongue. "At the end of the day, he's still a kid."
"Right."
Chu Yue had already sheathed her sword back. She had no intention of hurting Nan Hou Xiang because it would only cause troubles. However, she would never show it on the surface in order to scare that young master.
If it was really necessary, she didn't mind killing him directly.
At this time, Nan Hua had returned to her quarter. She had no intention to entertain Nan Hou Xiang in his childish game. Her mental age was already over twenty years old. She was no longer a little kid who could only throw tantrum.
Not that she threw tantrum when she was a kid.
Since she was already in that hellish training ever since she was still very young.
"Chu Yue, you handle him."
"Yes, Miss."
Chu Yue's eyes glinted with ruthlessness. It was unlikely for Nan Hou Xiang to give up so easily. In that case, she would make sure that they paid for what they wanted to do dearly.
After that, Nan Hou Xiang didn't visit Nan Hua anymore.
But when night descendent, a few servants came from Nan Hou Xiang's Quarter towards Nan Hua's Quarter. They carried a few torches and seemed to be walking aimlessly but tried to get close from time to time.
"There are still some servants around this area."
"How about that one?" one of them asked.
"That's weird." The third one tilted his head. "There are only a few servants who served First Young Miss. Why did it seem that there are more people here?"
"Don't speak nonsense! If they're not people, are they ghost?"
"…There are no ghost, right?"
The others looked at him and scoffed. They felt that he was too much of a coward. How could there be a ghost?
"Let's split up and try to enter."
"Alright, alright."
They split up and headed towards different ways. But it didn't even take a few moments before a shadow loomed above their head, knocking them to the ground in swift movements.
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