The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

The suburbs were eerily quiet late at night.

The surrounding land was covered with weeds and broken stones, and the air was filled with the smell of dirt and decay. In the distance, the occasional low-rise building appeared, like a ghost hidden in the darkness.

Yan Chuan was no stranger to this place. A few steps ahead was where his servants had disposed of his body.

Without thinking much, he put on the mask given to him by the patriarch during the day and ran quickly towards Xu's house.

It was midnight, the dead of night, and the streets were deserted. But amidst this silence, the main courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion was not at peace.

Inside the room, a woman's heart-wrenching screams were heard. The sound was like a beast cornered and dying: "Beast! Don't touch me! Get away from me!"

Almost as the woman finished her words, a man's painful howl was heard in the room, followed by a crisp slap.

There was a loud "snap" sound, and the man roared, "Bitch! How dare you bite me? You're just a lowly fisherwoman. If it weren't for your spiritual roots, do you think I, Xu Shijie, would be interested in you? You stink, and being able to sleep in my bed is a blessing you've earned in eight lifetimes!"

All the guards and maids guarding the yard were knocked down by Yan Chuan at this moment.

He held his breath, restrained his breathing, moved close to the door, and quietly dug a small hole in it.

Inside the room, the lights were dim, the air was heavy, and the woman's sobbing and the man's low, threatening voice intertwined, abrupt and harsh.

As soon as the words fell, Yan Chuan heard the voice of the guard beside Xu Shijie again: "Yes, girl, you don't have to struggle. You are just in the early stage of Qi Refining, and you can't break my seal. You should just obediently get pregnant with our Prime Minister's child and give birth to a child with spiritual roots. Then, you can have a child and be content once and for all. You don't want to spend your whole life fishing in a small fishing village, do you?"

Every word slid into the woman's ears like a poisonous snake, carrying a threat that could not be refused.

The woman snorted coldly and said angrily, "Who cares? I never thought that the prime minister of a country would be such a beast! I just want to fish for the rest of my life and grow old with the one I love. What's the point of living in a prime minister's mansion? Pah! I'm telling you, even if I really get pregnant tonight, I will never give birth to the baby. I'd rather bite my tongue and commit suicide - woo woo woo -"

Before she could finish her words, the woman's struggle was suddenly blocked by a piece of cloth. The rough cloth sealed her mouth tightly like an iron chain, rubbing against her lips, causing a stinging pain and instantly cutting off her last bit of resistance.

Lights flickered in the four corners of the room, light and shadow interwoven into an intricate web, covering every inch of hidden darkness.

Xu Shijie stood aside, looking at the fisherwoman coldly, his eyes full of disgust.

He held his forehead impatiently, his frown looking particularly deliberate: "What a bitch, you ruined my mood."

After saying that, he turned to the guard beside him and said with a somewhat irritated tone: "Go, bring the bowl of medicine on the table."

"Yes." After saying that, the guard quickly took a bowl of black medicine from the table and handed it over.

Xu Shijie pinched his nose and forced himself to drink the medicine.

The dark liquid slid down his throat, leaving a strong bitter taste as he swallowed it. He couldn't help but frown and coughed violently twice. As he put down the medicine bowl, the dissatisfaction in his eyes became more and more obvious. "Damn it, it's all the fault of that bitch from the third room. She was so jealous that she actually killed Xu Yanchuan. Now I'm still worried about how to conceive a child with spiritual roots."

The guard quickly said, "The Third Concubine has already been punished. Prime Minister, you are still young and it is the time for you to have children. Don't get yourself hurt by being angry."

"How can I not be angry? I've been with so many women, and none of them have gotten pregnant!" Xu Shijie was so angry that his face flushed. "Xu Yanchuan was already in the Qi Refining Stage at that time. If he had gone to the Xianyun Sect, it would have been easy for him to establish his foundation! All I had to do was cut off his spiritual roots and transfer them to me. Then I would have spiritual roots and continue to live a long life. It seemed like it was almost done, but it fell apart at the last moment!"

After saying that, Xu Shijie suddenly threw the bowl to the ground. The bowl broke, the medicine residue splashed everywhere, and a strong fishy smell was emitted.

Yan Chuan finally understood why his father didn't love him, yet was obsessed with having a child with spiritual roots. Why he never cared about him, yet cared about how he was doing in his cultivation.

So he was afraid of death... So he wanted to graft his son's spiritual roots onto himself...

Thinking of this, Yan Chuan couldn't help but get excited. Because he came here tonight to capture Xu Shijie and bring him to the King of Hell.

The guard lowered his head and said, "Prime Minister, now that I think about it, in all these years, only that actress has successfully given birth to a child with spiritual roots. How about I go and capture her again?"

Xu Shijie's eyes darkened slightly, and he shook his head, "Twenty years have passed. She's old and faded. How can she still have children?"

"Maybe she has a sister or daughter with the same physique as her?"

This sentence made Xu Shijie's eyes suddenly brighten. He turned his head abruptly, a hint of surprise and excitement flashing in his eyes: "What you said is possible! That's right, it was thanks to your ability that you captured such a beautiful beauty for me. Maybe this time, I will still have to rely on you."

As he said this, an obscene smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of greedy desire.

"Serving the Prime Minister is what I should do."

Xu Shijie was very satisfied after hearing this. He immediately took off the jade ring in his hand and handed it over: "This ring is a reward for you. Go and capture the person for me. If you catch him, I will continue to reward you handsomely!"

"As you say, then—"

After saying that, the guard glanced at the pale and motionless fisherwoman lying on the bed.

Seeing this, Xu Shijie quickly waved his hand and said to the guard beside him, "Her spiritual power has been sealed by you, and her mouth is also blocked. I don't think she can make any waves. You can retreat and do other things."

"Yes, I'll take my leave first." After saying that, the guard opened the door and walked out of the room.

However, just as he closed the door and was about to turn around, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Just as he was about to yell "Oh no!", he felt a cold and strong hand pressing down on his shoulder, while another hand covered his mouth.

He turned his head suddenly, a look of fear instantly appeared in his eyes, but before he could say anything, a sharp dagger had already pierced his throat without hesitation.

The guard only had time to feel a sharp suffocation, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he fell down suddenly as if he had lost the last bit of strength.

Without warning, the body fell to the stone floor, making a dull thud that echoed in the quiet corridor. There was still no movement around, as if everything had returned to that suffocating silence.