These women from The Outside, having dared to break into the jail, signified that they had already cast aside any concerns for their own lives. Yet it was normal for people to die during a jailbreak, but now Aunt Zhao had suddenly appeared and even killed one of them, which was intolerable. The robust women from The Outside drew their swords and charged at Aunt Zhao, whose heart was ruthless enough but whose meager skills were truly insufficient. It didn’t take long before one of them subdued her and held a knife to her throat. Aunt Zhao was kicked over, her legs buckling, and with a thud, she knelt heavily on the ground. The sound alone was painfully sharp; her kneel was too harsh, too heavy, as if her kneecaps might shatter. "He Su—!" He Su cried out, as Aunt Zhao’s face turned a bit pale. By now, she knew she couldn’t escape this calamity. "I have been loyal to the He family, loyal to the old Owner!" Afterward, she awaited her execution with dignity. The Young Owner must have been foolish, Phoenix Blood was merely an actor, clearly an outsider, yet held such significant weight in the Young Owner’s heart. Aunt Zhao had a balance in her heart; once, He Su had despised her for Phoenix Blood, even wanting to deal with her, but Pei Yu returned too quickly. Upon his return, he reorganized the He Mansion; some servants who had worked there in the past had died or had been driven out of the He Mansion. She had turned to Pei Yu not purely for her own future — she saw too clearly, knowing that He Su wouldn’t benefit from Pei Yu. Ostensibly attaching herself to Pei Yu while secretly aiding He Su. But He Su didn’t understand these things; she merely resented Aunt Zhao without ever thinking; with Pei Yu’s neglect and coldness, if not for her own care, He Su might have starved to death within the He Mansion long ago. She was true to her conscience, true to He Su. If it was only for the sake of He Su herself, she wouldn’t have risked her life, but she always remembered the goodwill the old Owner had shown her; if not for his kindness, the Zhao family would never have had those good days later on. Aunt Zhao chuckled, "I have done my utmost; take care of yourself!" The knife rose and fell, and a head flew up, blood spurting a meter high. He Su was somewhat distant, but she saw this scene clearly, the blood impacting her significantly. "Ah—!!" She screamed, clutching her head, suddenly recalling her younger years, when her parents were alive, with her mother busy managing business and unable to look after her, she sat upon Aunt Zhao’s shoulders as Aunt Zhao humored her, making her laugh, buying her little snacks. Then her parents died, and those were her most difficult days, days Aunt Zhao showed her care, asked if she was cold or hungry, concerned about everything involving her. When had it all started to change? Perhaps with each passing year, as she experienced more people and things, her heart also changed from what it had been. Jumping down from the cart, He Su staggered over: "Aunt Zhao came to save me, she came for me, why did you have to kill her, what right did you have to kill her!?" "What right? The right that our people died by her hand!" One woman waved her hand dismissively, "Tie her up, gag her, she’s too noisy!" He Su struggled, but couldn’t match their strength and was soon subdued by them. She was forced back onto the cart, the driver swapped for another, and behind, in the night, only one corpse remained, that of Aunt Zhao. As for the other, shot by Aunt Zhao through the heart with an arrow, was taken along as they continued on their way.