Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Wen Yu remained silent. The skin on his hands was pale, and the bony bones underneath were clearly visible.

“They came to Yue with me, and I have wronged them.” Wen Yu slowly grasped Shen Yu’s hand, his pupils darkening with a sharp edge. “No matter what, I will send them back.”

The senior brothers and sisters who followed Wen Yu down the mountain to serve Xuan Lin were all arrested and imprisoned after Wen Yu fell into trouble. Wen Yu didn't know where they were being held; Xuan Lin had blocked all information about them.

He wanted to use these people's lives to keep Wen Yu alive, lest she become depressed and heartbroken and one day commit suicide in Kunning Palace, thus depriving Xuan Lin of the medicinal ingredient.

During the two years Wen Yu was imprisoned in Kunning Palace, she tried every means to find out news about them. Unexpectedly... Xuan Lin buried their remains in his backyard.

Wen Yu felt his chest heaving with blood. He gripped Shen Yu's hand tightly, frowned fiercely, and said, "There were forty-three people who came down the mountain with me. I don't know how many of them are still alive, but even if there is only one left... I will send him back."

"This is all my fault."

Shen Yu sensed the suppressed trembling and heaviness within Wen Yu's body. He gently stroked the skin on the back of Wen Yu's hand with his fingertips and slowly wrapped his arms around his neck.

“This isn’t your fault.” Shen Yu pressed down on the back of Wen Yu’s head, his eyes lowered, looking away. “It’s just that life is unpredictable.”

Wen Yu buried half her face in Shen Yu's collar. Upon hearing this, his eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly chuckled softly, "Only you would say something like that."

Shen Yu did not deny it. He casually smoothed Wen Yu's long hair behind her back and continued calmly, "One day, they will know that you are innocent. Of course, that's not important. It's enough that I know."

"That sounds quite reasonable." Wen Yu turned his head, his breath brushing against Shen Yu's neck, and asked slowly, "Did you say the same thing to Mu Yuyuan?"

Shen Yu: "..."

"Your Majesty, I really have nothing to do with the Commander, why don't you believe me?" Shen Yu was helpless with his stubborn temper from his past life. He continued, "The poison I told you about the other day was the cold poison from the Shadow Studio. Didn't Your Majesty promise to cure me? Mu Yuyuan didn't poison me."

Wen Yu's eyes showed hesitation.

Shen Yu extended his wrist and said, "Your Majesty's medical skills are superb. If you really don't believe me, then give me a blood test to see how many kinds of poisons are in my body."

"No need." Wen Yu grasped Shen Yu's wrist and said to herself, "I was just asking casually. Am I the kind of person who holds grudges?"

Shen Yu curled his lips slightly: "Aren't you one?"

Wen Yu smiled: "Am I?"

"..." Shen Yu slowly turned his head under the threatening gaze, "You are not."

"Well, it's good that you know, after all, I've always been generous to you." Wen Yu hooked Shen Yu's finger, and as he spoke, his tone changed, and he looked up to continue.

"But that Mu Yuyuan doesn't look like a good person at all. You're inexperienced and inexperienced, so you're most vulnerable to being harmed by people like them. Be careful in the future."

Seeing the strong implication in his words, Shen Yu remained silent for a moment before saying, "I understand, Your Majesty. I will avoid him whenever I encounter him in the future."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow. Shen Yu understood immediately, so his efforts hadn't been in vain.

“I can’t completely clear the cold poison from the photo studio yet, so the owner probably gave you something else,” Wen Yu said. “I’ll suppress it for now, and as for the rest… I’ll think of something else.”

Shen Yu nodded, his gaze flashing over Wen Yu's legs before he suddenly said, "When I was in Hanshan, the sect leader gave me an antidote, which may have been mixed with poison."

“He still doesn’t trust you,” Wen Yu said casually. “The photo studio specializes in training assassins. Of course, the studio owner is worried about someone like you who joined halfway through the process.”

Shen Yu said thoughtfully, "That makes sense."

He turned to look at Wen Yu and said, "But that owner is very strange. I had heard that the owner of the photography studio was over fifty years old, but when I vaguely saw his figure that day, he didn't look very old."

Wen Yu didn't seem to care much when she heard this: "The ranking of photography studios is determined by their strength. Killing the previous owner will allow you to take over his original position. The current owner should also be a rising star."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Yu and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, which character are you?"

Shen Yu touched the tip of his nose: "...Shadow Eighty-Eight."

"So far back?" Wen Yu frowned, then sneered, "Are they blind? They can't recognize real gold, a bunch of blind fools."

Seeing this, Shen Yu became somewhat interested: "Your Majesty, do I look like a shadow?"

Wen Yu glanced at Shen Yu, not wanting Shen Yu to become too complacent, and carefully said, "You'll be in the top ten at best."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Shen Yu's eyes. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty."

Wen Yu: "..."

"But you do know a little about medicine. When he gave you the medicine, didn't you notice anything unusual in it?"

Shen Yu pondered for a moment and said, "I smelled a scent inside, like the fragrance of the Thousand-Leaf Bone Grass from Chengyuan Mountain. But that herb is non-toxic and can clear heat, so I didn't suspect anything."

Wen Yu paused in her play with Shen Yu's knuckles: "...The Thousand-Leaf Bone Grass from Mount Chengyuan?"

“Yes,” Shen Yu said. “I heard from the Shadow Leader in the building that the Lord of the Building once studied under a master at Chengyuan Mountain and knows quite a bit about Chengyuan Mountain.”

Wen Yu's eyes widened, and he grasped Shen Yu's right knuckles, momentarily stunned.

Mount Chengyuan is covered with all sorts of rare and exotic herbs. One of Wen Yu's senior brothers had a bad temper and a fiery temper, so his younger junior brothers deliberately planted Thousand-Leaf Bone Grass all over his mountain, saying that they would help him calm down.

now……

Wen Yu chuckled inexplicably: "You said before that the Lord of the Tower sent you to kill me?"

Shen Yu looked at him without saying a word.

Wen Yu's eyes were dry. He recalled everything that had happened before, and his lips tightened as he remained silent.

Cheng Yuanshan has already expelled him from the list, and now his senior brother has become the owner of the photography studio... The first thing they did after taking office was to take his life.

Wen Yu clenched his fists tightly. He couldn't show his emotions in front of Shen Yu, so he just dug his nails into the flesh of his palms.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Shen Yu grasped his palm before Wen Yu could make a move. Wen Yu bent his fingers but did not pinch the back of Shen Yu's hand.

"Your Majesty, you are no longer on Mount Chengyuan. Only the Demon Queen Wen Yu remains." Shen Yu sat on the edge of the bed, the light streaming in from the window shining on him. The outside was bright, making the space inside the bed seem even darker.

“Those fellow disciples imprisoned by Xuan Lin may hate you now. You are not their junior brother; they now regard you as the Demon Queen, as an enemy.” Shen Yu stared intently at Wen Yu and asked in a deep voice, “Do you… still want to save them?”