If Song Lianjun were to be killed by a dog on her first night at the manor, and the news spread, it would be the end of her.
The Empress would undoubtedly seize this horrifying event and make a big issue of it, condemning her as jealous, mean-spirited, and vicious to an appalling degree. Such labels could crush her, drowning her in spittle alone.
The Empress would indeed wish for such an incident, so this woman, truly, must not be killed.
Gu Youyou hurriedly entered Song Lianjun's courtyard, and from afar, she could hear sounds emanating from the house.
It was not the terrified screams of a woman, but the mournful wailing of a large dog.
She quickly pushed the door open with her people, only to see Song Lianjun covered in blood, her hands clutching a hairpin, glaring at her with a fierce look reminiscent of Yama.
The large dog, however, was lying on the ground, convulsing in pain.
A bloody hole in its neck kept bleeding; it seemed it would not survive.
