The cold and ruthless military guards, armed with guns in hand, dragged out the people hiding in the room one by one.

Those who are disobedient or even try to escape will be shot to death without mercy.

For a moment, the crying was overwhelming.

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Soon, after finishing dealing with the west house, they began to clean up the military guards in the east house and kicked open the door of the house.

Military boots made a neat sound on the stone road.

The sound of the trigger of a firearm, the sound of rude and impatient scolding, the sound of smashing porcelain...

Crying and shouting, it was noisy.

Not long after, the military guards broke in.

He kicked away the grandmother and maid who were blocking her, and opened the bead curtain.

Seeing the person on the bed, their intrusion stopped for a moment.

Then they looked at each other and whistled with interest.

The gun in his hand was slowly put back into the holster on his waist.

It is said that the eldest daughter of the Yun family in Kyoto who is recovering from illness is so beautiful that her beauty will captivate the whole country and she is unparalleled in the world.

Looking at it now, it is indeed extraordinary.

With malicious smiles on their faces, they approached.

The words are extraordinarily wild and carefree.

"Miss Yun, are you getting up?"

"Would you like...our masters to help you get dressed?"

"..." The beauty on the hospital bed sat there with her hair disheveled, supporting her thin body.

He was coughing violently, like a weak flower that could be knocked over by the wind, and his face was extremely pale.

Her eyes were very dark, moist and covered with a layer of hazy mist.

The slender eyelashes are like butterfly feathers, trembling gently, and paired with the misty watery eyes, they are even more beautiful.

There is a kind of fragility, the ultimate beauty that wants to be destroyed and ravaged.

People always want to do something with it.

When those ill-intentioned military guards approached her bedside, she seemed a little at a loss and panicked.

My already weak body coughed even more violently under such bad stimulation.

The color of her lips seemed to be stained with blood, and they were so bright red that they felt like they were about to cough up their lungs.

The thin, thin, butterfly-like shoulders were trembling slightly.

The slightly exposed skin is like snow, stunningly beautiful, like a goddess in plain clothes who has strayed into the mortal world, delicate and fragile.

Not even half of it can be touched.

The ill-intentioned military guards are about to take action.

"What are you doing!?"

Behind him, a cold and deep voice came, accompanied by the more orderly sound of military boots.

The higher the official position, the more brutal the actions.

The poor door was almost broken.

The few military guards who originally wanted to take advantage of the beauty immediately retracted their hands when they heard this voice.

He hurriedly ran out of the bead curtain, stood up straight, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Deputy Chief of Staff, I...we are counting the number of people!"

The person who came was wearing a military uniform with dozens of medals hanging on his shoulders.

He is tall and has a resolute and cold face.

Stepping into the young lady's ward, he glanced around with sharp eyes.

As if sizing it up.

Beside, the maid-in-law who was held down kept crying, her hair was all messed up.

Seeing so many military guards coming in, they cried even more, and their tears seemed to be worthless.

Under such noise, the faint coughing sound behind the bead curtain could not be heard at all.

was completely covered up.

But the person who is called the deputy chief of staff has a very good ear.

He glanced in the direction behind the bead curtain, then glanced at the military guards.

He didn't say anything and turned around.

Just when the military guards breathed a sigh of relief and were about to salute, unexpectedly, the deputy chief of staff threw out a whip rope.
Chapter completed!