Traveling through time and space to become a concubine: I just want to live a leisurely life

The bailiff drew his sword and pointed it at the boy, "Where did you come from, young man? I told you to leave, but you didn't hear me, did you?"

One of them also shouted, “Put down the body and leave immediately, or don’t blame us for being rude.”

"Why is this happening? I should have come earlier."

The boy was shaking all over, the anger in his eyes growing stronger.

The scene before him made him unable to think. The girl in his arms had stopped breathing, and her eyes, which had once sparkled with life, were now closed so quietly.

Her torn clothes seemed to tell of her experience.

He looked up and glared angrily at the runner who had driven him away.

"Someone! Kill all these scumbags!"

His voice cut through the air with an almost crazy hatred.

As he finished speaking, several men in black suddenly appeared outside. They appeared as quickly as ghosts, with expressionless faces and cold eyes.

Without any hesitation, they rushed towards the terrified bailiffs without saying a word.

"What are you going to do? Don't come over here! We are officials. Killing an official is a capital crime."

A bailiff stepped back hastily, but it was too late.

The men in black moved swiftly and caught them in almost the blink of an eye. The blades flashed, blood splattered, and the desperate screams of the yamen runners were quickly drowned out.

The young man held the girl's body and witnessed it all. He felt no pleasure of revenge in his heart, only an indescribable emptiness.

When he looked down at the girl in his arms again, the pain in his heart instantly engulfed his whole body.

"Why did you leave me alone?"

He whispered to himself, tears welling up in his eyes again.

Shen Jingyi's heart felt like it was torn apart. She closed her eyes and prayed silently, hoping to wake up soon and hoping that all this tragedy was just an illusion.

The scene changed, and this time Shen Jingyi was standing in a room, and the atmosphere was very tense.

She leaned against the door frame, watching the argument between the boy and his mother intensify.

The boy seemed to have grown up, his face became more resolute and handsome, but his eyes were dead silent.

“You have overturned the verdict for Xiao Yi’s family!

In order to avenge her, you destroyed your sister's family. What else do you want?"

The mother's voice was sharp and anxious.

Anger suddenly rose in the boy's heart, but he suppressed his emotions, not wanting to lose his temper with his mother.

But the sound is inevitably a bit high.

"That's what they deserved. They framed him for the position of the governor of the Grand Canal and wanted their whole family to die on the road.

If it weren't for that greedy family, you would probably have grandchildren now."

The boy's mother was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with a look of heartache in her eyes.

Then the mother shook her head helplessly, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

"I just felt sorry for the child and wanted to take him home to raise for a while."

"Mother, didn't you see the hateful eyes of that child?"

The boy asked back coldly, anger gradually showing on his face, "I don't want to keep a wolf at home!"

The boy's mother tried to persuade him in a calm tone: "He is still young now. When he grows up and knows right from wrong, he will not be like this again."

"He's not a kid anymore!" The boy interrupted his mother harshly. "He knows everything. He has inherited his parents' viciousness and selfishness."

"It's up to you whether you want my son or that wolf cub."

After the young man finished saying this, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Leaving behind a sad-looking mother.

"So this is the reason for the house confiscation." Shen Jingyi murmured after hearing it.

Just as the boy's back disappeared, the scene changed again.

This time we came to a quiet Zen room.

The boy is no longer a boy, but a man in his forties.

He sat on the mat, his brows revealing a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

Sitting opposite him was an old monk in his sixties, with kind eyes and a smile on his face, who seemed to be comforting the man.

"You don't have to worry. I've already figured it out. You will meet again."

The old monk's words were like a spring breeze, gentle and peaceful.

The middle-aged man asked anxiously: "Master, didn't you say it was okay before?

Didn’t you say that as long as I accumulate enough merit, we can be together smoothly in the next life?

Just because of what you said, I have worked so hard for the people all these years, why are there setbacks now? "

The old monk sighed slightly, his tone still calm: "This is because your methods over the years have been too harsh, and someone is reporting you!"