Our Binding Love: My Gentle Tyrant-Chapter 3: The Life of a Slave Is of Little Value (3)

Chapter 3 – The Life of a Slave Is of Little Value (3)

If he truly is in there, then she really doesn’t have to go inside anymore… He could let that man do the dirty deed for her. And if he is still alive after it, only then would she move her little finger. Thus, achieving her goal of getting rid of the male protagonist and walking up from this lucid nightmare.

After Ye Mu stopped in her tracks, the panicked servant girls who were chasing after her was also able to catch their breath for a while. One of the maidservants forgot her place and went over to her, eagerly pulling her sleeve and speaking, “Young lady, you can’t go in. The general is giving Official Liu a feast and told everyone that no one should disturb. No one would escape punishment if they disobeyed this!”

Ye Mu finally calmed down, and all the surrounding servants were relieved that the beast had finally come to senses. Indeed, she couldn’t act too rashly, Ye Mu asked with a complicated expression, “That slave, Aji… is he really in there?”

Upon hearing these words, but entirely missing the restlessness in it, the servant girl nodded her head absentmindedly.

But it was just so—she couldn’t understand why the Young lady was acting like this. After all, it was clearly the Young lady who had deliberately sent people here to be ‘punished’. Why was she going back on her word now?

Ye Mu looked at the pavilion in front of her with complicated eyes. Although she came with the cruel objective of killing the male protagonist, she really didn’t expect to meet such a burdensome challenge.

The book had never been too intricate in the details regarding the male lead’s childhood. It only said that when he was young, he had been wandering among people, suffering all the hardships of the world. It was only from then that he developed a strong and resolute character. So, she really didn’t know that this moment today was a past brushed off by the book.

And now, she had the choice to ignore or learn it.

In the event that she chooses to see his past, how can she only look on meekly as a child suffers this kind of degradation? Why did the author even write such a barbaric experience for the male protagonist, ah!?

Might as well let her be the one to give a swift and merciful death!

Seeing that the Young lady had remained silent, the servant girl looked at her carefully and thought that she had given up. However, Ye Mu suddenly took a few steps forward, scaring them all to their knees!

“Young Lady! Please think twice! You can’t go in! If the general is angry there will be bloodshed!”

Ye Mu was pulled by one of the servant girls and her delicate eyebrows frowned.

But she still didn’t speak, the other party was more afraid than ever and said, “Young lady, have you forgotten? Official Liu likes young children the most… and he extremely hates people who disturb his ‘happy’ time! If you trespass, the consequences will be unimaginable!”

And the servants would also suffer—this was their hidden message. A selfish plea for their lives.

“Young lady, please think twice!”

“Please, Young lady—reconsider!”

All the servant girls bitterly dissuaded her with panicked faces. Seeing their frantic states, Ye Mu finally calmed down.

This wasn’t a society ruled by just regulations. Her father and men like Official Liu were animals in human flesh at the top of the pyramid. If she rushed in like this, with no strategic plan and power, whether she can kill someone or not, will only happen after her dead body! She can only swallow this reality bitterly; she had to fold in.

Besides, isn’t it better if someone indirectly helped her achieve her motives? After all, what she wants the most is to quickly get home. And the fastest, most convenient way is to let the male lead die, despite how cruel this choice must be.

Now someone has taken the role of helping her—it’s better than doing the deed herself.

This is just a fictional world with imaginary characters. It shouldn’t be real. Killing him would just be like erasing his name from paper.

At the thought of this, she bit her teeth, frowning at the noisy pavilion. Hesitating, she took two steps back, before resolutely turning around.

Her last thoughts were, ‘Calm down! Just think that you weren’t here.’

But… could she really remain apathetic to these things?