After saying this, he mercilessly drove out the hesitant Baihu.
After dealing with Qin Lu and sending Baihu away, He Xi did not return to the house. Instead, he continued to sit in the yard, waiting leisurely.
An hour later, someone finally visited this remote villa, and it was Wang Zhong, the steward of Nalan Mansion.
From the outside, Wang Zhong was just a simple and honest middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his clothes were rustic. But in fact, he was the most advanced servant in the Nalan Mansion, and had reached the peak of the foundation-building stage. He was only a step away from breaking through the meridian-condensing stage.
As soon as he arrived, his eyes swept across the pool of blood on the ground and his brows frowned slightly.
There was still the aura of a master in the yard. This master was more than one level higher than him, which made Wang Zhong feel fearful.
His gaze swept around and finally landed on He Xi who was leisurely drinking tea, and the suspicion in his eyes became even stronger.
This is the third young lady who was said to be cowardly and incompetent, who was judged as a waste and driven out of the Nalan Mansion. But looking at her current appearance, although she is pale and thin, with no spiritual energy fluctuations, her eyes are bright and restrained, and she does not look like a coward at all.
Or is it because there is a master behind the scenes backing this Third Miss, which makes her so arrogant? Even Qin Lu was killed by her
Humph! What an ignorant little girl, do you really think you can fight against the Nalan Mansion just by finding a backer? In the end, you are still a mortal who can be slaughtered at will!
Wang Zhong was disdainful in his heart, but on the surface he was respectful, "I am here on Madam's orders to ask Miss Third to return to the mansion."
He Xi put down the teacup and chuckled, "What if I don't go back?"
Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes and said nothing more, but a fierce aura suddenly burst out from his body.
The pressure from a high-level warrior made Zhang San, Xi Jia and others who were originally guarding He Xi change their faces. Some of those with weaker skills even felt their knees go weak and they fell to the ground with a thump.
Even He Xi's face looked a little pale, and his body was trembling slightly as he sat beside the stone table.
Wang Zhong looked at these ant-like weaklings trembling in front of him with satisfaction and withdrew his spiritual pressure.
He still had a respectful smile on his face, but his eyes were full of contempt and threats: "I am here on the orders of the Madam. I must bring back the Third Miss. If the Third Miss insists on not coming, I will have no choice but to tie her up and take her back."
He Xi lowered his eyes slightly, his sallow face expressionless, as if he was frightened, his hair trembling slightly with fear.
After a while, Wang Zhong heard her soft voice, "Okay, I'll go back with you."
Wang Zhong immediately nodded with satisfaction, but he became more and more disdainful of He Xi in his heart. He had already determined that she was still just a cowardly and incompetent waste. At most, she was clinging to a weak thigh and was not worth worrying about at all.
As for Qin Lu, who was either killed or disabled, there were many such people in the mansion who had no strength and could only flatter others, and no one cared about his life or death.
He Xi was about to jump on the carriage arranged by Wang Zhong, but she heard Nanny Chen's anxious call from behind, "Miss, Miss, let this old servant and Xiaoli go with you! From now on, you will have a foothold in the Nalan Mansion and become a real lady. How can you survive without Nannies and maids to serve you?"
Nanny Chen's eyes were full of anticipation and hope, as if she was looking forward to He Xi's bright future after becoming the young lady of the Nalan Mansion.
He Xi showed a cold smile and said slowly: "Since Mammy wants to go with me, then let's go. Xiaoli, you stay and continue to supervise Xijia and the others' training until I come back." (To be continued)