The young master supported the old master back to the inner courtyard. In the courtyard, only the dwarf, the woman, and the tall man remained.

At this time, it was evening. The dwarf sighed and said, "Pack up. The city gates are closed now, we can't get out. We'll leave at dawn tomorrow!"

The tall man always listened to his big brother, but the woman was not happy about it.

"Leave? Where to? We just settled down here and now we're moving again!"

The dwarf said, "Given today's situation, do you think the commander will let us go? Stay here and wait to die!"

The woman said, "Isn't this over? The commander killed the old man, avenged his son, does he still want to mess with us?"

The dwarf sighed, "I hope so! Go pack up!"

The woman, unable to change the dwarf's mind, reluctantly went inside to pack up.

But from the look in her eyes, it was clear that she didn't want to leave and was tired of running around with the two dwarf brothers.

The commander's headquarters in the city.

The back hall.

Debris and papers scattered all over the room, the commander stood by the window, breathing heavily. Beside him was the commander's wife, sitting on the floor, crying.

It was clear that the commander had just had a fit of rage and smashed everything he could in the room.

The adjutant stood in the middle of the room, with stains on him from the broken teacup. The commander had just vented his anger on the adjutant.

The commander turned to look at the adjutant, who lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him.

"Good! You said we couldn't kill them in public, right? I didn't kill them, just killed the old man, that's not too much, right?"

"Not too much," the adjutant replied.

"Anyway, I want everyone in that courtyard dead. You said to do it secretly! Go now, I can't wait any longer!"

The adjutant stood at attention and replied, "Yes."

"You go alone!" the commander added.

The adjutant, without hesitation, replied, "Yes!"

The commander waved him off.

As the adjutant reached the door, the commander said viciously, "Tomorrow morning, I want all their heads in front of me, or you'll give me yours!"

The adjutant paused for a second, did not turn around, and left, disappearing into the darkness.

In the large courtyard at this time, the three in the front courtyard had already packed up, ready to leave early the next morning, so they went to bed early.

In the back courtyard, the young master's room was lit. The young master lay collapsed on the table, a pot of wine by his side, drunk, calling out for Xiu'er!

The door was pushed open, and the young master smelled a fragrance as the woman sat beside him.

The young master saw who it was and sobered up a bit, saying, "What are you doing here!"

The woman picked up the wine pot, poured a cup for the young master, and said, "Sister was afraid you'd be sad and worried about you, so I came to check on you."

The woman took a sip from the filled wine cup, leaving a red lipstick mark on it, and then said, "I'll drink with you."

With that, she brought the cup to the young master's lips.

Her whole body pressed against the young master's.

The young master felt the warmth and fullness from the woman's body, sobering up a bit more.

He hurriedly got up, trying to avoid the woman. But the woman pressed closer.

She then said softly, "I know! You really like Xiu'er. If you had listened to me earlier, let sister teach you, you would have gotten Xiu'er sooner and not let that young commander take the lead!"

The young master pushed the woman away and said in a panic, "I don't know what you're talking about. And you should leave now!"

The woman approached again, "Alright! Alright! I won't mess with you anymore. Sister is just worried about you, so I came to check on you!"

The woman put her hand on the young master's shoulder and said, "If you're sad, just cry it out. Sister's shoulder is here for you."

She then moved her shoulder closer, but her protruding and full chest pressed against the young master's chest first.

The young master's whole body shuddered, tensed up, and didn't dare to move. He was thoroughly sober.

Looking at the pale chest, the seductive eyes, and red lips in front of him, he could even see the fine hairs on the woman's face, almost losing control of his mind.

But then he thought of his beloved Xiu'er, who had just been humiliated and had taken her own life in despair. How could he act recklessly now?

He said to the woman, "Xiu'er just died! How can you act like this?"

He didn't dare to look the woman in the eyes, awkwardly extricating himself, and sat back at the table, muttering, "Xiu'er must have been in so much pain then. How hateful that I wasn't there to protect her!"

He then regretfully hit his own head once.

The woman walked up to the young master again, this time even more boldly.

She sat on the young master's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and brought her red lips close to his ear, seductively saying.

"How do you know Xiu'er was in so much pain?"

"Maybe she even enjoyed it!"

The young master looked at the woman in confusion, not understanding why she was saying this.

The woman, full of charm, leaned closer to the young master's ear and whispered seductively, "Really, I was also forcibly humiliated before, but I didn't find it painful at all."

The woman blew a small breath into the young master's ear, making him tense up completely, almost shouting out.

The woman's seductive voice came to his ear again.

"If you don't believe me, we can try it. You can humiliate me."

The hot-blooded young master was now completely overwhelmed by the woman, breathing heavily, he pulled her into his arms.

The woman smiled coquettishly in his arms, "What, you don't dare?"

The young master picked her up and threw her onto the bed behind him, pouncing on her like a tiger descending the mountain.

......

The room was lively, but the courtyard outside was exceptionally quiet.

The family had encountered such a major event, the old master couldn't sleep, got up and sat by the window, watching the woman enter his son's room, vaguely hearing the noises from his son's room.

The old master didn't move, just sat there watching, watching the lights in his son's room go out.

Long after, the young master's room door opened and the woman walked out, smiling.

The woman looked back at the young master lying paralyzed on the bed, smiling as she closed the door.

The woman was about to leave when she saw the old master standing at the door.

The woman wasn't surprised, straightened her disheveled clothes, and walked towards the old master.

The old master said nothing, until the woman stood in front of him, he cursed softly, "Bitch," and pulled the woman into his room.

He shut the door with a backhand, and the woman's teasing voice came from inside.

"Don't get yourself too worked up, I haven't forgotten you. Didn't I come to see you? Today, you can punish me however you like!"

Then came a woman's cry of surprise and the old man's heavy breathing, which took a long time to calm down.