The night was still, and the oil lamp burned quietly.
Mr. Du looked at Jiao Gui kneeling before him, his brow knitted and his expression grave.
"Give me liberty, or give me death… Did the Princely Heir really say that?"
Jiao Gui nodded. "Yes, those were the Princely Heir's exact words."
A sense of panic grew within her, and she couldn't help but press him.
"The Princely Heir isn't actually going to drag the entire Yu Royal Mansion down with her just to fight for freedom, is she?"
She was a home-born servant of the Yu Royal Mansion. Her parents and siblings were all servants there. If the Yu Royal Mansion collapsed, they would all go down with it.
Mr. Du frowned in deep thought.
He hadn't watched the Princely Heir grow up, but after several years in the Yu Royal Mansion, he had gained some understanding of her character.
As he recalled, the Princely Heir would occasionally argue with the family, and even dared to talk back to Prince Yu himself.
