Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Wen Yu remained motionless in his original posture. His eyelashes drooped, and his pupils lingered in the slight shadow, reflecting Shen Yu's fair, square face.

Shen Yu untied Wen Yu's belt. Seeing that Wen Yu did not react, he reached up and took off Wen Yu's outer garment.

Wen Yu's undergarments were no different from what he had seen on the eaves before. Shen Yu consciously looked away and took off all of Wen Yu's undergarments.

Wen Yu's noticeably pale and sickly skin was exposed to the air. Unlike his back, there were several old knife wounds on Wen Yu's lower abdomen, scattered across his thin skin.

On his thin skin.

Shen Yu's body stiffened. He maintained his respectful posture with his head bowed, glancing up at Wen Yu's chest out of the corner of his eye.

Wen Yu's chest was flat, and his skin was still pale. He was thin, and his ribs were almost visible. His chest was flat and lacked muscle, highlighting his distinct masculine features.

Shen Yu: "..."

"Why aren't you taking it off anymore?" Wen Yu's voice rang out calmly above Shen Yu. He took a step forward and pressed Shen Yu's hand against his waist. "Take it off."

Shen Yu stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Yu's underpants, forcefully pulling them all down.

Wen Yu: "..."

His long, slender legs were exposed to the air, along with his waist and everything below, all of which were visible to Shen Yu.

It turned out to be a man.

Wen Yu's expression changed, his jaw muscles twitched, and he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yu by the neck: "What, are you surprised? You didn't know? Huh?"

Shen Yu was immediately pressed against the wall by the force. He grabbed Wen Yu's wrist and said in an ambiguous tone, "Your Majesty, I really didn't know you were like this."

Wen Yu's lips curled into a cold smile: "Everyone in the entire Kunning Palace knows what kind of person I am, how could you not know? You damned thing, believe me or not I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Shen Yu was being choked so hard he could barely breathe. He tightened his grip, maintaining his composure: "Your Majesty, I really don't know. I'm just a new palace maid; no one has ever told me anything like this..."

As he was speaking, he choked on his words. Wen Yu had reached out her other hand at some point and decisively placed it below his waist.

"Oh..." Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, turned to look at Shen Yu, and smiled, "A little palace maid, right?"

Shen Yu's lips tightened into a straight line. He paused for a moment before saying, "Let go."

Wen Yu twitched the corner of his lips, remained silent, and deliberately twisted his body forcefully.

"How so?" Wen Yu sneered.

"Ha." Shen Yuwei raised his face slightly, gritted his teeth, and suddenly bent his knee to kick Wen Yu in the abdomen.

Wen Yu was prepared; he dodged, tearing off his underpants that had fallen to his ankle and tossing them aside. Shen Yu was quick; a blade slid from his sleeve and threw it, blocking Wen Yu's escape route.

Wen Yu paused, and just as he was about to turn around, Shen Yu suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the back of his neck.

"What about me? I'm nothing special." Shen Yu dragged Wen Yu back, pressing her against the bathtub and forcefully squeezing her back. "Your Majesty, is it good?"

"You!" Wen Yu grunted. He had clearly misjudged Shen Yu's strength. The rising steam from the bathtub dampened half of his long hair.

A cold glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes. Wen Yu's tendons and veins were broken, and although he possessed some martial arts skills, they were not high. He was at most on par with the eunuchs and palace maids outside, which meant nothing to Shen Yu.

"You weren't sent by His Majesty, were you?" Wen Yu gripped the edge of the wooden tub tightly with both hands, looking at their reflections on the water's surface, and asked, "Who sent you?"

"Your Majesty, none of this matters." Shen Yu pressed Wen Yu down with one hand, pressed the dagger close to Wen Yu's carotid artery, and said slowly, "It's enough that you die."

Wen Yu's gaze froze: "You're going to kill me?"

Shen Yu remained silent.

He had originally planned to approach Wen Yu step by step, waiting for her to lower her guard before making his move. Now that his identity had been exposed, Wen Yu would never allow him to live.

“The outer hall is full of eunuchs and palace maids, and there are a large number of shadow guards guarding outside Kunning Palace. Do you think you can get away unscathed by killing me?” Wen Yu tightened his grip on his wrist and said, “You will only die with me.”

Shen Yu was well aware of the situation. He leaned down behind Wen Yu and whispered in his ear, "I know, Your Majesty. So... what should I do?"

Wen Yu slowly turned her gaze behind her: "I can help you."

Shen Yu smiled but remained silent.

The idea that Wen Yu would help an assassin kill him and even let him escape unscathed sounds incredibly absurd.

Wen Yu whispered something, but Shen Yu couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

As he spoke, his cheek moved down a little further. Wen Yu gripped the edge of the wooden bucket, watching Shen Yu's movements. Just as Shen Yu got closer, Wen Yu suddenly pulled out the phoenix-tail hairpin from his temple and stabbed him.

A cold glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes. He was very perceptive and grabbed Wen Yu's wrist tightly midway as she thrust at him: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

Wen Yu pursed his lips and remained silent, ignoring the stinging pain in his wrist. He used the leverage to turn sideways and grab Shen Yu's collar. Shen Yu frowned slightly; he understood Wen Yu's intentions almost instantly and immediately tried to back away.

Wen Yu gave Shen Yu no chance to react. He grabbed Shen Yu's collar tightly and used a clever trick to pull him down into the bathtub behind him.

Shen Yu's mouth and nose were filled with warm water from the bathtub. He frowned and opened his eyes in the water, and saw Wen Yu's long hair floating, with half of her face, which looked very similar to his, facing him and falling below.

Wen Yu wrapped his arms around Shen Yu's neck, using almost all his strength to suppress Shen Yu's body, forcing him to submerge with him in the warm water.

Shen Yu stretched his arm out of the water, gripping the edge of the wooden bucket. As the feeling of suffocation grew stronger, he understood Wen Yu's intention.

Wen Yu wanted to drown him in the bathtub.

The veins on Shen Yu's arms were bulging. His neck was vulnerable, and Wen Yu was pressing him down with all her strength, so he couldn't lift it up.

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes. Seeing that Wen Yu was adept at holding his breath underwater, he suddenly turned his arm and stabbed Wen Yu in the eye with a knife.

Wen Yu's expression changed drastically. He finally let go and was pulled to the surface by Shen Yu.

"Cough cough..."

Wen Yu coughed twice in a mock manner. Shen Yu looked at him coldly and, without much hesitation, prepared to snap Wen Yu's neck.

Wen Yu is a cunning and ruthless man; keeping him around would only be a hidden threat to him.

Seeing this, Wen Yu turned to run away, but Shen Yu pulled him back. The two of them wrestled and struggled in the wooden tub, and the golden mask on Wen Yu's face was accidentally ripped off.