Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Shen Yu pointed to the contents of the red book and asked the man who was trying to survive, "What does this mean?"

The app scanned the pages of the Red Book and solemnly declared: "The censored content is too explicit and violent. To protect the physical and mental health of teenagers under the age of eighteen, the Red Book will not display it."

Shen Yu: "I'm over twenty."

"I know," Gouqie Tousheng said, tilting his head back. "But Little Gougou is only one year old now."

Shen Yu: "..."

"This isn't for protecting you, it's for protecting me," Gouqiechosheng said seriously. "These days, viruses like to use this kind of vulgar and violent stuff to tempt me into committing crimes, so I've censored all the prohibited words."

Shen Yu's lips parted slightly, but he remained silent for a moment.

Seeing him frowning and staring at the censored book without moving, Gouqiechoingsheng sighed and said, "You've come at the wrong time. I already gave away the last censored book. Otherwise, I could have helped you look up these censored words in the censored book."

"..." Shen Yu hadn't expected that there would be such a thing as living a life of ignominy. He said speechlessly, "What pornographic books?"

"Hmm..." After using the purple light to detect it for a while, the byte jumps on its data plate finally slowly revealed a few Chinese characters: "《Love and Desire: I'm Going to Rot》".

Shen Yu: "..."

"You..." Shen Yu looked at the cowardly survivor and didn't know what to say for a moment. In the end, he could only say, "Cowardly survivor, you've been rotten to the core for a long time, haven't you?"

At just one year old, he knows so much, and he even compiled all of this into a book. He's truly a king among kings who only cares about surviving.

"?" The creature, wary of its precarious existence, huffed, "I only used it as a dictionary! I didn't do anything else! Wasn't I writing it so we could complete our mission as quickly as possible?!"

Shen Yu didn't argue with it much. He said, "Okay, okay... as long as you don't have that pornographic book now, that's fine."

“But if you’re just trying to survive, don’t blame me for not warning you. These kinds of pornographic books are full of viruses, so you should read less of them in the future.” Shen Yu said, then realized something was wrong and changed his words, “No… you shouldn’t read them. Look at you, you’ve been glowing with pornographic light lately.”

The creature, clinging to life and concealing its data, was startled upon hearing this and secretly activated its virus detection program.

"Don't you think so?" Shen Yu asked.

It lingered in the air, unhappy, barely surviving. It paused, then reluctantly agreed with Shen Yu's point of view.

These yellow wastes will only poison the spirit and soul of the regime. Finally, we have made up our minds to eradicate them all.

Seeing that he had managed to hide around the corner, Shen Yu closed the red book in his hand. The book now had more than ten pages of text, but Shen Yu still didn't understand its deeper meaning.

The night was deep, and Shen Yu saw that the candlelight behind the beaded curtain was still burning, vaguely casting the silhouette of someone inside.

Shen Yu withdrew his gaze, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed while secretly pondering the contents of the book.

There was only one set of bedding piled on the bed. Shen Yu stuffed the red book into the gap under the bed. He got up and his gaze inadvertently fell on the side of his pillow.

The place was always clean, but now there was an inconspicuous black line. Shen Yu frowned slightly. He reached out and pinched the black line with his fingers. Only when he picked it up did he realize that it was a long, jet-black hair.

Pure black, extremely long, with a curved arc towards the lower middle. Shen Yu held this strand of hair and raised his arm upwards; the hair fell down to his waist.

Shen Yu had short hair when she transmigrated from the apocalypse. Later, she disguised herself as a palace maid and entered the palace. The palace maid's hair bun on her head was placed on the cabinet in the corner every night, without any signs of damage or hair loss.

Moreover, even the palace maid's wig wasn't this long. Shen Yu sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching the black hair swaying slightly in the air, and slowly turned his pupils toward the beaded curtain.

The shadow cast on the wall occasionally moved and flipped through the papers, as if it were studying a medical book carefully.

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

In a flash, the words from the red book flashed through Shen Yu's mind. His eyes flickered as he pondered, wrapping the strand of hair in his hand around the knuckle of his index finger again and again.

...Unfortunately, it wasn't me?

Shen Yu glanced at the room further inside the inner palace, wrapped the strand of hair in a handkerchief and placed it beside him, then hesitantly lay down on the bed.

At night, Shen Yu seemed to smell a faint fragrance in the air. His mind was hazy, and he vaguely sensed that the scent was coming from somewhere else.

"...Shen Yu?"

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes. He couldn't see the scene in front of him, but he heard a voice that sounded similar to his own.

Shen Yu's hands were weak, his eyelids were heavy, and he only felt someone expertly lift the blanket and then crawl in. His head was heavy, pressing on Shen Yu's shoulder, and even his knees squeezed between his legs.

...Wen Yu.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, Shen Yu finally remembered Wen Yu's name. He cursed inwardly, but ultimately let his consciousness be swallowed by the dark tide.

*

When Shen Yu woke up the next day, he still had the same symptoms: sore arms and some weakness. He lay on the bed without moving, his dark eyes staring at the sky, carefully recalling the figure that had appeared before him the night before.

Wen Yu was a bit better. He always left half an hour before Shen Yu woke up, and then climbed back into his own bed to pretend to be fast asleep.

Shen Yu rubbed his shoulders. He got out of bed and dressed at the same time every day, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the darkness behind the beaded curtain.

He bit his teeth, seemingly oblivious to the meaning behind it, and then dressed and left the inner palace as if he didn't know what was going on.

He painstakingly treated Wen Yu's leg, but Wen Yu actually drugged him and climbed into his bed in the middle of the night.

Shen Yu rubbed his temples. He pondered for a moment on the way and soon figured everything out.

If the contents of that red book are true, then Wen Yu's desires go far beyond simply getting into his bed.

He also wanted to censor Shen Yu.

Shen Yu's expression was unusually tense as he walked along the path in Kunning Palace in the early morning, using the cool breeze to clear his mind.

For some reason, he ended up in the backyard. Perhaps it was because few people came here; it was one of the few places in Kunning Palace where Shen Yu could rest and strategize alone.

Shen Yu walked into the backyard and stopped in front of the mound he had seen before. The purple flowers on the mound were still blooming vigorously. As Shen Yu approached, he instinctively felt that this mound was much shorter than the one he had seen before.

Although the purple-leaved flowers still climbed on the surface of the mound, they grew crookedly, as if they had been carelessly mixed together as a cover.

Shen Yu squatted down and pinched the soil on the mound. The soil was dark brown, somewhat damp and soft, no longer the dry, hard sand it had been before.

This mound has been dug up.