Chapter 274 Domestic Infighting Tactics

A few more people passed by the pavilion.

They all saw the scene in the pavilion, and saw Shen Yi'er wiping away tears.

But no one stopped, their gaze shifting from that direction to the work in their own hands.

Shen Yi'er's figure looked thin and pitiful in the sunlight.

Su Wuli raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the tear-streaked face and landing on the eyes that were still brimming with tears.

Shen Yi'er's tears were still flowing, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Sister Su, can you help me? Please tell the Prince that I really didn't mean to—"

She lowered her head again before she finished speaking, her shoulders hunched.

"I can't help you," Su Wuli replied bluntly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yi'er raised her head.

Her eyes were red and she looked extremely pitiful.

"Sister Su, I don't necessarily have to stay by the Prince's side. I can stay by your side too. I can do anything, from serving tea and water to making the bed and sweeping the floor. Please accept me if you are kind-hearted. I really have nowhere else to go."

Chuhe's fingers were clenched tightly inside her sleeve.

Stay by the girl's side?

That's a pitiful way to put it. Everyone knows that staying by the girl's side means seeing the prince every day.

Wherever the girl is, the prince is there too; his scheme is so elaborate it could be heard through several walls.

She couldn't help but glance at Qiaosheng, who was also looking at her.

Their eyes met, then simultaneously looked away, landing on Shen Yi'er.

However, as servants, they couldn't say anything at the moment.

Shen Yi'er kept her head down, tears falling drop by drop onto her clothes.

They look so endearing.

"I can't make decisions about things in the Prince's mansion," Su Wuli said, her voice turning colder.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi'er lowered her eyes, a hint of secret joy flashing across her face and disappearing into the shadows beneath her eyelids.

She thought to herself, "He can't even decide the fate of a maid; the prince treats her no better than that."

She was worried about it before she came, and she tossed and turned all night thinking about it.

Will this favored woman become all-powerful and control everything?

Shen Yi'er was also afraid that she wouldn't even be able to get into the Prince's mansion.

Now it seems that everything was unnecessary.

Shen Yi'er thought of the man in the front hall.

She had never seen a man like this before.

The men she had met were either like Gu Mingyuan, smiling but hiding a knife behind their backs.

Or they were the servants in the mansion who walked with hunched backs and didn't dare to speak loudly.

They are either ordinary people on the street whose backs are bent over by the weight of life.

He is different.

He didn't need to do anything; just his gaze, which was so indifferent to people, was enough to make one's legs go weak.

Shen Yi'er's heart pounded in her chest.

She lowered her head, her fingers slowly clenching and unclenching inside her sleeve.

She recalled how every step the man took when he came in felt like it was treading on her heart.

Shen Yi'er couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

And when he passed by, I secretly glanced up and saw his profile and the slight movement of his Adam's apple.

She lowered her head, her nails digging into her palms, and then glanced up at the woman sitting in front of her.

She is indeed very beautiful, but she seems like the kind of dull, wooden woman who has no skills in bed.

Maybe she doesn't really like it either, otherwise how could this woman not even have the power to place someone?

If the prince truly cherishes her, then who in this mansion is not someone she can't make decisions for?

Shen Yi'er's lips curled up again as she thought of this, this time more noticeably than before.

She quickly regained her composure.

When she looked up, her face returned to its pitiful expression.

When Su Wuli met the other person's aggrieved eyes, she didn't want to talk to her anymore.

He stood up, about to leave.

However, before she could even take a step, Shen Yi'er suddenly swayed to the side and fell to the ground.

Her elbow hit the edge of the stone bench with a dull thud.

Her knees were on the blue bricks, and her skirt spread out and covered the ground.

Shen Yi'er looked up, her eyes even redder.

Tears came suddenly and kept streaming down my face.

"Sister Su, I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to. Please don't send me away. I won't do it again."

Shen Yi'er's voice was choked with sobs. She knelt on the ground and crawled half a step toward Su Wuli, but then stopped.

He shrank back as if afraid of something, curling up into a ball, his shoulders trembling.

"Sister Su, you can hit me or scold me, just don't send me away. I'll do anything for you."

Su Wuli looked down at her tear-streaked face, looking disheveled and pitiful.

She didn't even touch her.

Every word Shen Yi'er said was an attempt to pin the blame on her.

Anyone who heard that would think that she was the one who pushed Shen Yi'er to the ground.

Realizing something, she subconsciously looked up.

Looking past the pavilion, one could see Yu Chen standing not far away, with Shen Yi'er's "cousin" standing next to him.

The Shadow Falcon was behind.

Yu Chen arrived at some point, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there.

His expression darkened slightly, and his eyes, across half the courtyard, fell on her.

The blow landed on Shen Yi'er, who was kneeling on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

Su Wuli's mind went blank.

All of this was an act by Shen Yi'er for Yu Chen's benefit.

She had seen this trick countless times on television.

This is the kind of trick most often used when framing someone in palace dramas and family dramas.

When she watched it, she thought the screenwriter's writing was too fake. How could there be such a stupid setup? Who would believe it?

I never expected it to happen to her today.

Su Wuli looked away and looked down at Shen Yier, who still looked pitiful.

Her fingers slowly clenched the red dress at her sides and then loosened.

A breeze swept through the corridor, causing her skirt to sway gently.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze shifted from Shen Yi'er's face to Yu Chen.

He neither left nor came over.

Standing there, his robes were blown up and then fell back down by the wind.

Su Wuli looked into his unfathomable eyes and his unwavering gaze.

She bit the soft flesh inside her lip and took a deep breath.

He looked down at Shen Yi'er, his voice calm.

"I didn't push you, I didn't chase you away, and I didn't yell at you. You fell down on your own."

Shen Yi'er's crying stopped for a moment, then quickly resumed, louder and more aggrieved than before.

"Sister Su, I know you don't like me. I'll leave. Don't be angry; getting angry will harm your health..."

As she spoke, she got up from the ground, staggered a step, steadied herself by supporting herself on the stone table, and walked out with her head down.

Su Wuli watched as she limped away from the pavilion.

Yu Chen suddenly made a move and walked over from that direction.

Shen Yi'er slowed her pace noticeably as she lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

Gu Mingyuan quickly walked over and reached out to support Shen Yi'er with a concerned expression.

Concerned, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yi'er shook her head and took half a step back. "Cousin, don't ask anymore. I fell by myself. It has nothing to do with Sister Su."

She lowered her head as she spoke, tears falling to the ground.