Pan Shulin washed her face and body in the basin in the room, and changed into the clothes prepared nearby.
The clothes were made of very poor fabric and were obviously made for servants.
But he couldn't ask for much now. He had been here before, and the room was always decorated magnificently. It seemed as if Zhao Xiang was afraid that others didn't know how rich he was. But now it was dusty here, and the most valuable thing in the room was a set of white porcelain tea set on the table.
In the past, Zhao Xiang would never even look at this kind of tea set.
Pan Shulin lowered his eyes and heard a noise coming from the side door. He turned around and was so frightened that his hands and feet turned cold.
The man's eyes were half-closed, with hollow spaces visible. He looked much more haggard than before, without any makeup on, with messy hair draped behind him, and more dandruff on his head than before.
He groped his way forward, with the servants beside him supporting him, but sometimes he would bump into some obstacles. At this moment, he would open his mouth slightly and exclaim, and his half-broken tongue could be seen through his slightly opened mouth.
“…” Pan Shulin’s knuckles were trembling and her whole body seemed to be frozen, too stiff to move.
In his impression, Zhao Xiang is still the same fat and round person as before, often untidy but wearing gold and silver and looking very proud. When did Zhao Xiang become like this
Although he knew what happened to Zhao Xiang, he was still the deputy city lord's brother, so his daily expenses should not be less...
The servant helped Zhao Xiang sit down at a table with white paper and a pen on it. The servant put the pen into Zhao Xiang's hand.
Zhao Xiang fumbled for a while, then wrote something crookedly on the paper and showed it to the servant. The servant looked at Pan Shulin.
"Master Pan, my master asked me to ask you, did you not expect that he would save you?"
Pan Shulin was stunned. He really didn't expect this.
After all, he has never come to see Zhao Xiang once since she fell from power.
Pan Shulin was silent. The attendant took a look at what Zhaoxiang had written and said to Pan Shulin, "My master asked Master Pan, do you hate Xi Rumor?"
"!" Naturally hate.
His biggest purpose in escaping was to cut Xi Yao into pieces. How could he, Pan Shulin, die before Xi Yao died
As soon as Xi Yao was mentioned, the man's entire demeanor changed. His originally pale face was filled with a blue-black aura, as if he had been contaminated by hell and was taking lives. His mouth clearly did not move, but the sound of teeth gnashing could be clearly heard, which looked very eerie in the quiet space.
Seeing this, the attendant leaned over and whispered in Zhaoxiang's ear: "He hates it."
"Of course I hate him. I am in this situation all because of him. My biggest purpose in escaping is to kill him! Cut him into pieces!"
Zhao Xiang silently pulled the corners of her mouth and wrote something on the paper. The attendant took a look and said, "My master said that he and you now have a common enemy."
Zhao Xiang was still writing something, and the attendant continued as he read on, "Except Xi Yao, my master said that no one from the Xi family should be spared."
Pan Shulin was stunned. He knew that Zhao Xiang hated Xi Yao. In fact, when this person rescued him, he was already thinking whether this person was going to use him to deal with Xi Yao.
After all, he never visited Zhao Xiang once after what happened to her. The relationship between them was already hypocritical. He simply ignored the big change that happened to Zhao Xiang, as if he had never had any friendship with Zhao Xiang.