Among other things, their bodies were frail, proficient only in literature and not in martial arts. This led them to become the weaker party. "Where is everyone! Where did they run off to?" From outside the courtyard came the angry voice of a woman from The Outside. Luo Yang had recognized Liang Shujun and felt waves of despair in his heart. He reluctantly closed his eyes. He had thought freedom was within his reach, yet to avoid those people outside, he had randomly chosen a room to hide in, only to fall into this person’s hands. Although Gao Jian was plucked of his eyes and could not see, he had good hearing. The sound of Hong Fei and others drawing their Swords was heard by him. He felt very nervous and couldn’t help but tighten his grip on Luo Yang’s arm. Then the sound came again from outside the door. "Search! Go door to door! I refuse to believe they can burrow into the ground like rats!" After Pei Yu died, the people of He Mansion were greatly distressed. Some took the chaos as a chance to flee, but others chose to stay. However, those who stayed couldn’t answer to their master. They didn’t know that Nu Woer was already dead, and now, Luo Yang and Gao Jian had escaped? This provided an outlet for their frustration. Full of panic, helplessness, and resentment, these two men became perfect scapegoats. Dong Huiying furrowed her brow slightly, she was displeased with the pompousness of the people outside, "Hong Fei—!" Hong Fei immediately bowed to Dong Huiying with a fist, "Understood!" Hong Fei was concise, and after making a gesture, she led more than ten others, pushing through the door and rushing out of the courtyard. Soon after, there were sounds of slaughter outside, but the chaotic noise did not last long before tranquility was restored. Hong Fei and her group returned with a murderous aura, having fought like victorious War Gods, carrying their spoils of war—bodies—from outside. When Luo Yang saw the blood on Hong Fei and the others, and then glanced at those bodies, his face turned deathly pale. "Young Master Feng..." Luo Yang felt very uneasy as he looked toward Liang Shujun in her red attire. He had never antagonized Liang Shujun, never belittled her, but he had been He Su’s Main Husband, and he knew all too well. Liang Shujun must hate He Su! The past between these two was too burdensome. He was unsure and couldn’t guess Liang Shujun’s attitude. But after looking at Hong Fei and the others, he thought—if Liang Shujun would spare him, then he and Gao Jian were at least safe for now. But if Liang Shujun, because of He Su, vented her anger on him, the next year’s today would be his and Gao Jian’s death anniversary! Having escaped Pei Yu, fled He Mansion, yet why was fate always so cruelly ironic? Luo Yang’s expression was a mix of sadness and grief, he curled his lips, as if mocking his former naivety, and also lamenting the twists of fate. Liang Shujun looked at Luo Yang and Gao Jian with a playful gaze. At that moment, the little wife approached Hong Fei and the others. Dong Huiying asked, "Is anyone hurt?" Hong Fei and the others shook their heads. There was a lot of blood on them, but it was not their own, it all came from those bodies. Dong Huiying patted Hong Fei on the shoulder, "Go wash up, I’ll prepare dinner shortly." Hong Fei seemed a bit overwhelmed. Back in the days at Purple Garden, like during the New Year period, Hong Fei had tasted the meals personally cooked by Dong Huiying.