Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

The guards stood still. Their eyes were fixed ahead until Li Yongquan turned back and gave them a meaningful look, at which point they slowly retreated towards the door.

Wen Yu stood at the entrance of the inner hall, keeping an eye on the situation inside. When he looked up, he suddenly made eye contact with the leader of the guards.

The guard's eyes held an ambiguous meaning. He paused as he passed by Wen Yu, then quickly looked away, stopping at the entrance of the inner hall with the people behind him as if nothing had happened.

Wen Yu was separated from him by a door. He stood inside the inner hall, while all the other guards were outside. The door was wide open, and apart from the beaded curtain, the scene inside the inner hall was clearly visible.

However, the scene behind the beaded curtain was difficult to glimpse from the doorway.

The guard at the door glanced inside and then looked away. He was close to Wen Yu, and at that moment he simply fixed his gaze on Wen Yu.

Wen Yu's left foot was still stinging, but he seemed unaware of the shadow guards' gaze and simply stood still as required by the rules.

Inside the innermost part of the hall, only red candles were lit, their light casting flickering shadows on the walls, making it possible to vaguely discern what lay within. Wen Yu calculated the passing time, the beaded curtain remaining perfectly still, and he secretly clenched his fists.

Shen Yu remained seated on the edge of the bed, able to keep track of the situation outside. Only after all the guards had left did he raise his eyes to look at Li Yongquan.

The cutting board in Li Yongquan's hands already had the items he needed laid out: a spotless porcelain bowl and a clean white handkerchief.

“Your Majesty, this old servant will not waste any more time. It is already late at night, and it would be better for us all if we finished this sooner, so that Your Majesty can get a good night’s sleep.” Li Yongquan pulled out a dagger from his sleeve. The dagger had a sharp blade and was silvery-white with a slight cold gleam.

Shen Yu raised the corners of his lips slightly. He already knew the whole process of the bloodletting from Wen Yu. His gaze flashed over the dagger.

“Father-in-law, is your knife rusty?” Shen Yu consciously placed his arm to the side, his palm facing up, the sleeve of his gorgeous robe hanging down to cover his wrist.

Li Yongquan placed the porcelain bowl below Shen Yu's wrist. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the dagger in his hand and laughed, "Your Majesty is joking. This is a Qilin Imperial Sword, a tribute from the Western Regions, which will not rust for decades."

“The Qilin Blade is used to kill beasts,” Shen Yu said. “It can’t be washed off with human blood.”

Li Yongquan paused, glanced at Shen Yu, and said, "This is a precious sword bestowed upon you by His Majesty. If Your Highness does not like it, you can go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and ask His Majesty to exchange it. After all, there have been so many times before without any problems. This old servant is only acting under orders now."

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yu's arm tightly. Shen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. Before he could struggle, he had roughly estimated Li Yongquan's skill level in that very short time.

The Yue Kingdom valued martial arts, and throughout the entire nation, from seventy-year-old elders to children and women, everyone practiced martial arts. The palace servants in the Yue Kingdom were no exception, though their martial arts skills were mostly inferior to those of true masters, and their techniques were largely limited to self-defense.

Li Yongquan was already quite old, over sixty years old, and had accumulated considerable skill. Shen Yu had previously heard Wen Yu mention Li Yongquan's situation, and now he was even more certain that his martial arts skills were not low.

But it didn't reach the level of a shadow at the very tip of a photo studio. Shen Yu gathered strength in his right hand, his gaze fixed on Li Yongquan's throat.

The skin on the back of Li Yongquan's hand was wrinkled and aged.

Wen Yu initially struggled, but having lost all his martial arts skills, he couldn't cause much trouble for Li Yongquan and was eventually forced to have a bowl of blood drained.

He learned his lesson and stopped resisting, but now he's showing signs of a comeback.

Li Yongquan sneered inwardly. He tightened his grip, forcefully pressing down on Shen Yu's arm, then used his knife to rip open the sleeve at his wrist: "Your Majesty, don't be ungrateful..."

The sleeve was lifted, revealing a small section of the wrist. The skin was clean, thin, showing bluish-purple veins, but without any trace of the scars left by the previous layers of wounds.

Li Yongquan was stunned by what he saw. A sharp sound rang in his ears as he was struck unexpectedly on the side of his neck. He instantly lost sensation in that area, and half of Li Yongquan's body convulsed.

"save……"

Li Yongquan immediately sensed something was wrong. He was about to knock over the porcelain bowl to call for help when the dark figure in front of him grabbed his throat and pressed him against the table next to the bed.

“Father-in-law, there were no problems all the time before?” Shen Yu snatched the Qilin sword, pointed the tip at Li Yongquan’s eyes, and said, “Then you try it for me.”

As he spoke, he plunged the knife into Li Yongquan's right eye. Li Yongquan was terrified and struggled violently, causing the table to rattle.

Shen Yu's expression turned cold. He dislocated Li Yongquan's arm and plunged the sharp side of the dagger into the table, pressing it against Li Yongquan's cheek.

"Father-in-law, don't worry, the guards outside will come in after you die. If you don't believe me, you can try." The hand that was gripping Li Yongquan's throat suddenly loosened, and Shen Yu looked at him from above, his face expressionless.

The Qilin sword was still pressed against Li Yongquan's cheek. Li Yongquan's body was stiff, and the shock in his eyes was accompanied by his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... This old servant was only following orders. His Majesty... His Majesty ordered me to do this, I had no choice..."

Seeing that he had no intention of calling for help, Shen Yu drew the Qilin sword. He grabbed Li Yongquan with one hand, pressed him down, and pulled his arm over.

“Father-in-law, if there’s no other way, you have to learn to think of a solution.” Shen Yu picked up the tilted porcelain bowl and placed his arm on it in front of Li Yongquan, saying, “Otherwise, I’ll think of something for you.”

Li Yongquan's face turned deathly pale, and he stammered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... please don't..."

Shen Yu raised his knife and slashed Li Yongquan's wrist, holding him down so that all the blood dripped into the porcelain bowl.

Li Yongquan let out a cry of anguish, but he dared not make a loud sound, and he swallowed the cry back as soon as it came out.

"His Majesty eats bird's nest soup three times a week." Shen Yu looked down at the bottom of the bowl. Time passed, and the bottom of the porcelain bowl was covered with a layer of blood.

Li Yongquan's lips trembled. Shen Yu turned to look at him and said calmly, "I'll wait for you here."

"His Majesty will examine the blood. Your Majesty, you are immune to all poisons. You can't fool me with my blood..." Before Li Yongquan could finish speaking, Shen Yu forced a pill into his mouth.

He instinctively tried to resist, but Shen Yu struck him on the back with a palm strike, forcing him to swallow.

"This is your problem, it has nothing to do with me." Shen Yu let go of the bowl when he saw that it was already half full of blood.