Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

The music gradually slowed down, and Si Jiangchou's dance became more and more sad, but it was precisely these dancing sleeves that guided the direction of the sword, making the sword's momentum suddenly become tragic and resolute.

As the last note fell, a sleeve lightly wrapped around the sword, and Si Jiangchou took advantage of the situation and threw herself into Ren Baozhi's arms.

The long sword brushed past her body, and her other sleeve swung back, as if pierced by the sword, and blood spurted out of her body.

"Boom——"

Thunder roared outside the house, and interwoven lightning streaked across the sky, freezing the embrace of the two in this dim lobby.

Si Jiangchou snuggled up to Ren Baozhi's chest and whispered softly, "Did you see it? It's red."

Si Jiangchou's sleeves slipped off the sword, and Ren Baozhi's hand holding the sword also slowly dropped.

The distance between the two widened again, and Si Jiangchou bowed slightly to Long Aotian: "My apologies. The dance I just performed is called 'Farewell My Concubine'. I didn't expect it to disturb your pleasure. I hope Young Master Long will not blame me."

Long Aotian had already returned to his original seat and beckoned Si Jiangchou to sit next to him. "Chou'er's dance is truly captivating and a rare sight. How can you say you were frightened?"

Everyone originally wanted to laugh at Ren Baozhi's joke, but when the dance started, they couldn't help but be attracted by it, drawn in by the emotions conveyed by the people on the stage, as if they had fallen into a huge whirlpool and couldn't extricate themselves.

At first, there was only one round of applause, followed by two, three, and gradually more applause, until finally, the whole room was cheering and everyone was clapping their hands in applause.

After the banquet, everyone bowed and said goodbye.

Long Aotian was constantly urged to drink by Si Jiangchou, and his face was flushed and he staggered. He was helped by two servants into the carriage and went home.

Ren Baozhi was the last one to stand up. Feeling Si Jiangchou's gaze, she stopped in her tracks just as she was about to step into the room.

Si Jiangchou was still sitting beside the main seat: "Madam Yingxi, it's raining outside."

Ren Baozhi didn't know what she meant. She looked at the rain pouring down from the eaves without saying a word.

Si Jiangchou reminded him with concern, "If you ride in the rain, you might catch a cold."

"Thank you, Madam Si, for your concern," Ren said, hugging Zhi and leaving the table. "It's the height of summer now, and I'm strong and healthy. I'm not afraid of this little wind and rain."

After saying that, she was about to walk out the door.

"Wait a minute," Si Jiangchou's voice came from behind, "Madam Yingxi wants to go out and relax, but she doesn't want to take Chou'er with her?"

The raindrops splashed mud all over the ground.

Ren Baozhi stared at the puddle without looking back: "Will you accompany me in the rain?"

"Why not?"

Ren Baozhi led Mo Yun out of the stable, climbed onto the horse, and looked down at Si Jiangchou who was still standing there quietly: "Aren't you coming up?"

Si Jiangchou looked up at Ren Baozhi, his eyes clear from the rain: "Chou'er is weak and has never practiced horseback riding."

Ren Baozhi curled her lips. If she hadn't witnessed with her own eyes how the men in black tortured and killed Liu Ersha, she would have almost believed it.

She grasped Si Jiangchou's wrist, and using the momentum to lift him up, Si Jiangchou sat steadily on the horse's back.

Ren Baozhi said expressionlessly, "Madam Si, why does she always keep mentioning the word 'weak'? It sounds fake after hearing it so often."

The rain continued to fall, and bean-sized raindrops pelted the two of them, soaking their clothes. Si Jiangchou put his arm around Ren Baozhi's waist and said, "I'm just stating the facts. Why are you so nervous, my heroine?"

The rainy days in May were already hot and humid, and being hugged by Si Jiangchou like this, Ren Baozhi felt a little stuffy on her back.

She straightened her back, creating some space between them, and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Si Jiangchou tightened his arms around Ren Baozhi and said, "I'll do as you say."

A pitch-black horse was swinging its wet white tail and strolling in the mud as if in a garden.

The rain was heavy and the streets of Chang'an were empty.

Ren Baozhi could only hear the hot and humid sound of rain, the dull rumble of thunder, and the clatter of horses' hooves in the mud.

When we arrived at Qujiang Lake, the rain had gradually subsided and a spot in the dark grey sky was already turning faintly white.

Ren Baozhi helped Si Jiangchou get off the horse, and only then did she realize that her face was pale and her lips had lost their color.

She frowned and was about to speak when Si Jiangchou answered in advance: "Chou'er has been weak since childhood."

Ren Baozhi let Si Jiangchou hold her arm and said, "Last year on New Year's Day, you were still able to brave the snow and go to the outskirts of Chang'an alone."

Si Jiangchou forced a smile: "That was all last year."

"If you are so weak, why do you have to suffer in the rain?"

"It's so boring today, I can't breathe."

Ren Baozhi tied Mo Yun to the tree, tied a knot carefully, and looked at her sideways: "Will you be able to breathe when it rains?"

There was no thunder at the moment, and there happened to be a large rock lying under the tree, so the two of them sat on it to rest.

Si Jiangchou's hair was messed up by the rain, so she simply took off her head ornaments one by one. Her wet black hair fell on her shoulders, making her face look even paler.

Ren Baozhi watched Si Jiangchou's every move and asked, "Is your health like this now because of the poisonous insect?"

Si Jiangchou didn't say anything, but just gathered all her hair in front of her shoulders and wrung out the rain water.

Sometimes, silence is also an answer.

Ren Baozhi looked at the top of Si Jiangchou's head and asked again, "Why do you have poisonous insects in your body? Is it because of the 'they' you mentioned?"

The rain was still falling, and the hair that Si Jiangchou had just wrung out of water was soaked again. No matter how hard she wrung her hair, she couldn't wring it dry. Perhaps she didn't want to wring it dry, but just repeated the action mechanically.

Si Jiangchou felt the rain flowing down her hair to her wrists, then down her arms.

She suddenly laughed, her words tinged with sarcasm: "Are you asking so many questions just to satisfy your curiosity, or are you simply pitying me?"

As she spoke, she looked up at Ren Baozhi again: "After you know this, what can you do? Or do nothing?"

Being firmly locked in such a pair of eyes, Ren Baozhi's heart moved, and suddenly he didn't understand why.

She leaned her head back against the tree, the raindrops passing through the leaves and hitting her brow, then slid down the curve of her chin into her clothes.

Why did she want to get to the bottom of this?

Is it curiosity or pity?

Can she help Si Jiangchou?

Besides blood, what else can she do?

Besides, even if she could help, why would she help Si Jiangchou?

She is too dangerous, with poisonous insects, blood, killing and countless secrets.

But how can I be nobler than her?

In the future, the blood on her hands may not be less than Si Jiangchou's.

Of course, Si Jiangchou is not an absolutely bad person, at least to himself.

She had helped him, taught him, would keep her promise to him, and would spare the lives of innocent women when she killed someone.

Thinking about it this way, Si Jiangchou is actually a good person in his life.

She whispered softly: "Who are you?"

Ren Baozhi asked this question instinctively without expecting a reply.

Si Jiangchou placed the pearls and jadeite neatly on the stone, like a child playing house. She said self-deprecatingly, "I'm not a human, just a piece of meat."

Ren Baozhi looked at the pearls and jade on the stone and said, "I think you are a good person."

"You can always feel this way," Si Jiangchou picked up a hairpin and handed it to Ren Baozhi, "How about I buy you a story?"