I am the villain in the book

An hour later.

The group returned, appearing once again in Yin Xiao'e's room.

Of course, Yin Xiao'e couldn't be so carefree as to continue sleeping. She had already dressed and was sitting at the table in a daze, a worried look on her face.

She was worried that Guo Yunjin would discover her "past" with Chu Xianping.

Although Chu Xianping had never obtained her body, they had still had some physical intimacy. If Guo Yunjin knew about this, she feared her days in the Guo family wouldn't be as good as they were now.

"Creak~"

The sound of the door opening slowly rang out.

"L-Lord!"

Yin Xiao'e quickly raised her tearful eyes, preparing to start complaining, but the next second, she was instantly stunned.

Because she unexpectedly saw Chu Xianping standing at the front.

"Lord Chu, I will wait outside the door."

Guo Yunjin didn't even look at Yin Xiao'e, nodding and bowing to Chu Xianping, saying, "If you need anything, just let me know, and I will immediately bring people in."

"Mm."

Chu Xianping nodded, his expression unreadable.

Guo Yunjin very sensibly led the people away, and in the blink of an eye, only Yin Xiao'e and Chu Xianping were left in the room again.

But the mood of the two at this moment was completely different from before.

"You, why did you . . ."

"Why didn't I die, why is Guo Yunjin so polite to me?"

Chu Xianping shook his head, finishing Yin Xiao'e's question for her, but he didn't intend to answer.

Yin Xiao'e leaned against the wall, retreating little by little, her eyes gradually becoming terrified.

She wasn't stupid and obviously already knew her current situation.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Yin Xiao'e was so frightened by the word "kill" that her whole body trembled, but the instinct to survive still made her rush forward and hug Chu Xianping's leg.

"Xianping! I have you in my heart!"

"R-Really, I was just forced to do so before . . . P-Please, let me go, okay?"

"F-From now on, I will be yours alone! I will definitely serve you well!"

"P-Please, don't kill me, don't kill me . . ."

"Clang!"

The black scabbard slammed on the table, and the room was instantly silent.

Chu Xianping looked at the disheveled woman kneeling at his feet and took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were incomparably indifferent.

He originally had many questions he wanted to ask Yin Xiao'e, but now he didn't want to ask any of them.

Only the pain in his heart was still so clear.

"Xiao'e . . . Leave, I don't want to see you again."

"Leave?"

Yin Xiao'e was stunned for a moment, and then she nodded frantically.

"Okay, okay! I'll leave, I'll leave!"

"I will definitely not appear in front of you again, tomorrow, no! I will leave Shuzhou City tonight!"

Yin Xiao'e knew that she was lucky to be alive. Afraid that Chu Xianping would change his mind, she immediately got up and stumbled to pack a few clothes, not even daring to take any gold or silver jewelry, and prepared to flee with the package.

However, Chu Xianping suddenly stopped her at this moment.

"Wait."

"Xianping . . . You, you said you would let me go . . ."

"I didn't go back on my word, but you forgot something."

"S-Something?"

Yin Xiao'e trembled and looked in the direction of Chu Xianping's gaze, and then her whole body froze in place.

It was a silver note.

That silver note that once carried Chu Xianping's beautiful longing for their future, but was casually discarded by her.

"No matter where you go, you always need travel expenses . . ."

Chu Xianping was still sitting at the table, slowly saying with his back to her, "The things in the Guo mansion are not mine, and I can't let you take them away."

"But these three hundred taels of silver are what I saved, you can take them, anyway, I was going to give them to you anyway . . ."

"Plop . . ."

The cloth bag slipped to the ground, and Yin Xiao'e suddenly felt her vision blur.

She rushed over and hugged Chu Xianping from behind, sobbing uncontrollably:

"Wuwuwu, Xianping . . . I was wrong . . ."

"I really know I was wrong. Can you forgive me this time?"

"Don't drive me away, let's live a good life together . . ."

"You promised me that you would open a small shop selling rouge and powder for me, you promised me . . ."

" . . ."

It's hard to say whether Yin Xiao'e's expression of affection for Chu Xianping at this moment was true or false, but at least the regret in her tears should be genuine.

In the sobbing, the moonlight outside the window seemed to be even brighter.

"Get out."

This was the only word Chu Xianping said after being silent for a long time.

Yin Xiao'e's whole body trembled violently, and then she slumped weakly on the ground. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and got up, her dispirited appearance exactly the same as Chu Xianping's just now.

She lowered her head, walked over to pick up the silver note, and finally took a deep look at Chu Xianping.

"Xianping . . . I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

" . . ."

Chu Xianping didn't speak, just sat there silently, motionless like a stone sculpture.

"Creak~"

The door was gently pushed open and then gently closed.

Guo Yunjin and the others guarding outside the house should have heard the conversation in the house, so they didn't stop her.

The sound of footsteps became smaller and smaller. Although it was very slow, it eventually disappeared completely into the vast night, and could no longer be heard.

Guo Yunjin didn't disturb Chu Xianping. After sighing, he also left with his servants, leaving only a red lantern at the door.

Hate the sky, envy the flowers and rain, especially in the bright moon.

I don't know how long it had been, Chu Xianping silently walked out of the Guo mansion step by step, holding the lantern.

Then he saw Wei Changtian, who was leaning against the carriage and gnawing on a baked cake.

"Young Master Wei . . ."

Chu Xianping looked at Wei Changtian with a complicated expression, but he didn't know what to say.

Wei Changtian calmly said:

"I saw her leave."

" . . ."

Chu Xianping's hand holding the lantern trembled, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

"Have you decided not to see her again in the future?" Wei Changtian asked again.

Chu Xianping took a deep breath: "Yes, I won't see her."

"Well, that's good."

Wei Changtian smiled and handed the oiled paper in his hand forward: "Want to eat a baked cake? I love to eat this the most."

" . . ."

Chu Xianping was stunned for a moment, and then he actually nodded. In this way, he and Wei Changtian each took a baked cake and leaned against the carriage, eating it bite by bite.

This scene was quite nonsensical, but there was also a bit of unspeakable freedom in it.

The baked cake made by Li Suyue was not big, and the two quickly finished eating it.

It was not until this time that Chu Xianping respectfully stood up straight and bowed deeply to Wei Changtian.

"Young Master Wei, from now on, I am willing to serve you."

"Brother Chu, you are too polite."

Wei Changtian smiled. After hearing the system prompt in his mind, he turned around and entered the carriage.

If there was a prompt, it meant that Chu Xianping was sincere.

Although 200 points were not many, Chu Xianping's role was far more than just earning some system points.

"Gurgle, gurgle~"

The sound of the wheels rolling over the stone road was particularly clear.

Wei Changtian looked back at the figure who was still bowing, and then gently lowered the curtain.

"Young Master, what about that Yin Xiao'e?" Zhang San asked in a deep voice from the side.

"Since Brother Chu said he would never see her again . . ."

Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes: "Then let them have no chance to meet again."

"Understood, Young Master."

Zhang San nodded: "I will send someone to do it now."

An hour later.

Wei Changtian had already returned to the mansion and was preparing to go to bed, but Zhang San rushed in at this time.

"Young Master, Yin Xiao'e is dead, but it wasn't done by our people."

"When the brothers from the Gongji Society found her, she was already dead."

"Huh?"

Wei Changtian was stunned and blurted out, "Did she commit suicide?"

"No . . ."

Zhang San replied truthfully:

"Knife wound, stabbed in the chest, killed with one blow."