Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

"Cuihua? What are you doing here?" Qingyu looked surprised when she saw Shen Yu. She was holding several jade and celadon cups and stood only two or three meters away from the backyard gate, not daring to approach. "Her Majesty just woke up and is looking for you!"

Shen Yu's expression remained unchanged. Upon hearing this, he went out and smiled at Qingyu, "Sister, I just saw some butterflies in the inner courtyard. I was thinking of catching a few to bring back to the Empress to please her, but I didn't expect them to escape."

"Butterflies?" Qingyu glanced at the inner courtyard and frowned. "There are so many poisonous snakes in the inner courtyard. Don't go in there again. Are butterflies more important than your life?"

Shen Yu nodded and replied, "Understood, thank you, Sister Qingyu."

"Alright, you should go back now. Her Majesty is still waiting for you." Qingyu said, holding the cup in her hands, and quickly walked to the front. "I'll do the cleaning of the outer hall."

Shen Yu followed Qingyu and walked straight towards the inner hall after entering the palace gate. The concealment inside the inner hall had been removed. Shen Yu bowed at the door and, after receiving permission, went inside.

Wen Yu was sitting on the edge of the bed getting dressed. His golden mask had sharp edges. When he saw Shen Yu come in, he asked, "Where have you been?"

"There's a business deal with the photo studio." Shen Yu stepped forward, not saying much, and sat down on the edge of Wen Yu's bed.

Wen Yu stretched out his left foot, and Shen Yu grasped his ankle. He removed the outer bandage, examined Wen Yu's wound, and changed the dressing: "It's healing well."

Wen Yu smiled slightly, twitched his toes, but did not speak.

After changing the dressing, Shen Yu re-bandaged the wound. He took out the purple-leaf flower that he had hidden in his sleeve and asked, "Your Majesty, do you recognize this flower?"

The petals of the purple-leafed flower are fan-shaped, about the size of a human fingernail. Wen Yu looked at them in her hand and pinched the golden stamen inside with her fingertips.

“It’s just a common wildflower,” Wen Yu said after looking at it for a moment. “This kind of purple-leaved flower can be found everywhere in the countryside. Its stamens are small and pale yellow. It likes shade and mostly grows densely on mounds of soil.”

Shen Yu seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this, and he continued to ask, "This flower... doesn't it have anything unique about it?"

"What's so special about it?" Wen Yu lowered his eyes and examined the purple leaf flower in his palm closely. After a moment of thought, he said, "There's nothing special about it. If you really want to know, these flowers are just a little better looking than ordinary wildflowers."

Shen Yu understood. He put the purple leaves away again and said, "Okay, I understand."

Most purple-leaf flowers grow small and densely, but the few buds he picked were more than twice the size of the usual ones, and the stamens inside were golden yellow, indicating that they were clearly well-nourished.

……how so?

Shen Yu recalled the corpse buried under the mound of earth and had the answer. Using the corpse's flesh and blood as nourishment, these purple-leafed flowers would naturally thrive.

Wen Yu looked at Shen Yu and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with these flowers?"

"It's nothing." Shen Yu looked at Wen Yu's face. Wen Yu's eyes were still sleepy when she woke up, and half of her face looked rather plain.

Shen Yu looked away, paused for a moment, and then said, "I saw it on the road. I thought it was some kind of medicinal herb from the Cold Mountain of the photography studio, but it turned out to be just some unknown wildflowers."

Wen Yu crumpled the purple leaf flower petals on his fingertips and said with a smile, "These flowers are very easy to identify. If you learn from me in the future, you will be able to recognize them at a glance."

"You're that amazing?" Shen Yu's eyes crinkled as he casually asked, "Then shouldn't I have to call you master?"

Wen Yu leaned against the bedpost behind him, glanced at Shen Yu, and said without any modesty, "Let me hear you say it?"

Shen Yu ignored him: "I won't call you."

"Speak." Wen Yu leaned forward, rolled up the ancient book in his hand, and lightly touched Shen Yu's chin with the end of the scroll. "Speak and you will be rewarded."

Shen Yu glanced down, unmoved: "I won't call."

Wen Yu frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed, revealing a dark and gloomy expression: "Shen Yu—call me Master."

Shen Yu: "..."

He looked at Wen Yu, finally meeting her gaze directly. Wen Yu's emotions were always on display; he frowned and stared at Shen Yu, as if intentionally trying to establish his authority.

Shen Yu chuckled: "What's your name?"

"Master..."

“I don’t have a disciple as old as you.” Before Wen Yu could finish speaking, he saw Shen Yu rub the soft flesh on his calf, then stand up. “Your Majesty, I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”

Wen Yu was stunned. His calves were still a little sore. It wasn't until Shen Yu lifted the beaded curtain and walked to the other side that he belatedly realized something.

"You have no manners." Wen Yu scoffed, covering his calves and pulling the blanket over himself.

*

Shen Yu did not leave the inner palace for the next few days. Ying Shiqi secretly sent Shen Yu a map showing the distribution of the secret guards near Kunning Palace. From the interior of the woodshed to the perimeter of each palace, there were secret guards monitoring everything.

Shen Yu spent several nights sketching out a rough map of the route to leave the palace.

Kunning Palace was a key area under the surveillance of the Yue Emperor. In addition, Xuanwu Gate, outside the palace, was also a gathering place for secret guards, making it the second dangerous area.

Mu Yuyuan does not directly participate in palace affairs, and he is rarely allowed to enter the inner palace. The last time he came to Kunning Palace was only because Emperor Yue granted him a special pardon.

His post was at Xuanwu Gate.

Shen Yu decided not to consider Mu Yuyuan for the time being. Kunning Palace was the furthest from Xuanwu Gate, and he wouldn't have a chance to run into Mu Yuyuan until he left Kunning Palace.

Moreover, the photo studio has already sent Shadow Seventeen. Shen Yu doesn't know how skilled Shadow Seventeen is, but he might be able to hold off Mu Yuyuan for a while.

Shen Yu pondered to himself, then stuffed the route map he had drawn into the red book, preparing to go out and investigate the situation the next day.

During this period, many more sentences resurfaced in that red book, the content of which was as illogical as ever. Shen Yu would take a symbolic look at it every night and then forget about it.

【well. 】

I wonder what his expression is like when he's being pleasured by others... With a body like that, it must be really enjoyable for him, what a pity.

Shen Yu: "?"

Why not me? If I still possessed my powers, I should be the one harmonious with him... Why... why not me?

It's a pity it's not me; I can only secretly hold him at night.

I really want to... censor him.

Shen Yu: "..."

Shen Yu twitched his lips. He looked at the rows of crabs on the pages of the book and waved to the crabs that were swimming in the air, trying to survive.

"Come here if you're just trying to survive."

Seeing this, the creature instinctively covered its head with its data board. It then moved to Shen Yu's side and asked, "Why did you call me?"