The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 7: Miss Duan is dead

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The black-faced guard shook off A Chou's hand, took two steps back, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked open the door with a "bump", and rushed in with a knife, but he just walked in After two steps, the black-faced guard suddenly froze on the spot. Not only him, but also the white-faced guard and A Chou who came in froze together. A Chou's eyes widened as he looked at the man hanging from the beam. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but the white-faced guard covered her mouth, and then the white-faced guard quickly closed the door.

"Don't make any noise!" The white-faced guard said to A Chou in a low voice. His expression was horrifyingly cold. He pinched A Chou's neck with one hand and suddenly pulled out the bright knife from his waist, "Dare to speak out, I I’ll let you be buried with your master!”

A Chou Chicken nodded like she was pecking at rice. She was only sixteen years old. Although her life was hard, she really didn’t want to die at all. Besides, she was not a loyal servant, so she had no intention of doing anything for this talent. The reason for being buried with Miss Duan, whom I had only known for a few months.

The white-faced guard then let go of A Chou, raised his hand, and cut off the white silk on the beam. The body of the young lady fell down with a "clunk". The white-faced guard and the black-faced guard came over to check. His body was cold and stiff, and he looked like he had died a long time ago. A Chou didn't dare to look, but huddled in the corner and stared at the wooden stool that was overturned on the ground.

The two of them squatted on either side of Miss Duan's body. They looked at each other, and they both saw panic in each other's eyes. The black-faced guard turned pale with fright and trembled. Asked the white-faced guard: "Brother, what should I do...?"

The white-faced guard was obviously more calm. He looked at the young lady steadily, and then suddenly looked at A Chou, who was squatting in the corner and shivering. His eyes wandered around A Chou for a while, and then he said: "Has the abandoned prince seen your young lady?"

"Huh?" A Chou was startled, thought for a while, and then said, "I heard from the housekeeper that my lady never leaves the house or takes a step outside. The deposed prince should have never seen my lady."

"That's easy." The white-faced guard was obviously relieved. He turned his head and stretched out his hand to untie Miss Duan's red bridal gown.

"Brother, what are you doing?!" the black-faced guard asked in a low voice, while reaching out to block the hand of the white-faced guard. With a look of confusion and anger on his face, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother, Don't do this nonsense! These people are dead!"

"Where are you thinking?" The white-faced guard shook off the black-faced guard's hand and said to him with a frown, "If this little **** dies, let's not even think about living! If we want to live, just We have to find someone to support this little **** and marry her to Ning Guta!"

"Brother, what do you mean..." The black-faced guard suddenly realized and looked at A Chou, frowning suddenly, "But this girl is too ugly, and look at how shabby she is. How does she look like a noble girl who grew up in a wealthy family?"

A Chou shrank back, his face pressed against his thigh. The dark red scar on his neck was extremely obvious and dazzling.

“Who else can we use if we don’t have her?” the white-faced guard said, “Since the deposed prince has never met Miss Duan, there is no one he can use to support him. Besides, she is Miss Duan’s maid, so she naturally knows Miss Duan’s behavior best. It's just a matter of imitating a cat and a tiger, not to mention that it's still unclear whether the deposed prince is dead or alive, so we can just send him there."