Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

"I am Chen Jiao. May I ask what business you have with me, sir?"

Chen Jiao remained charming and radiant, seemingly unaffected by Sun Shigui's death yesterday.

Shen Lang sneered inwardly, but said expressionlessly, "A friend of yours asked me to pass on a message to you."

He said he used to like you very much, and even gave up his pride as a man for you, willing to become a devoted admirer and only revolve around you.

But now, after everything he's been through, he's come to terms with it. If he doesn't love you, why force it? The hurt you caused him will be etched in his memory forever.

Now, he is about to leave this bustling city to pursue his own true happiness.

From this day forward, I will have no further dealings with you. I hope you will spend the rest of your life reflecting on your shameless and outrageous behavior.

Chen Jiao was taken aback: "You mean Zhao Anmin, right? Where is he? Why didn't he come to tell me in person?"

Shen Lang: "He said that seeing your face makes him feel disgusted and nauseous, so he asked me to send you a song."

Consider all those years of feelings wasted; after all, he really doesn't want to wear the green hat anymore. Compared to his actions, even Fei Yangyang has to step aside and give him a thumbs up.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiao instantly became agitated: "Impossible! He would never say such a thing about me. Make him come out to see me and tell me where he is."

Shen Lang picked up the pipa: "Stop shouting. He won't come back, and he doesn't want to see you again. This song is all he wanted to say."

Before Chen Jiao could speak, Shen Lang gently plucked a string on the zither.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengxuan, who was not far away, immediately frowned slightly.

"The Jingwei Division actually has such talent? Why didn't I know?"

The pipa prelude was very smooth, completely out of step with the melodies popular in the world today.

"What you call deep affection is so cheap. Today it's me, but tomorrow it could be him."

The moment he opened his mouth, the entire room fell silent.

Liu Qinghuan and Jiang Mengxuan were particularly drawn to the mournful melody and the heartfelt singing.

"Your promises are fickle; I have seen through your lies. They are nothing but a precipice."

"You always have a reason to distort the truth and make the truth appear false."

"I no longer want to dwell on and magnify a matter to the point of being absurd. I no longer want to struggle with pain on my own, and end up with a body full of scars."

The lyrics seemed to resonate with many men present, as if they were recalling the woman they once pursued, and indeed their actions were similar to those described in the lyrics.

Jiang Mengxuan rested her head on one hand, her eyes fixed on Shen Lang as he sang with deep emotion, his eyes closed.

Everyone listening to the song was captivated by the melody and lyrics, except for Chen Jiao, who looked completely bewildered, a sign that she was beginning to break down.

"I wish you would be moved many times, but in the end, you would lose the one you love."

May you love until your heart breaks, and in the end, you will be replaced by someone else.

"May you wear a wedding dress, with no one to congratulate you, no one by your side, may you be betrayed and unable to sleep alone."

"I wish you would give your all, only to lose your loved one in the end."

"May you suffer unbearable longing, yet no one understands, only your shadow for company."

May you, even when your beauty fades, still linger in the arms of a stranger.

May your heart burn with despair, and your tears fall dry.

It exploded, it exploded instantly.

If the first part of the lyrics merely expresses a man's feelings of unrequited love, then the second half is simply the most vicious curse.

Jiang Mengxuan narrowed her eyes, experiencing for the first time in her life how powerful music could be.

The lyrics, in particular, are the cruelest torture for a traitor.

The key is……

It sounds so good.

"Stop singing! Stop singing!"

Chen Jiao completely broke down and screamed at Shen Lang to shut up.

"Impossible! Zhao Anmin loves me so much, he would never curse me like this! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

She roared with all her might, trying to snatch the pipa from Shen Lang's hands.

Snapped--

The next moment, the pipa melody stopped abruptly, replaced by a crisp, loud slap.

"you……"

"This is the second gift my client asked me to give you. He said that this is how shameless women should be treated."

The slap was incredibly hard, knocking out two of Chen Jiao's teeth and leaving her mouth full of blood.

Shen Lang felt no remorse for hitting women.

Is this a woman? Her code is clearly version T0.

It's already incredibly kind of you not to have killed her with a slap; you should apologize to all the talented people watching this.

Seeing this, Liu Qinghuan said to Jiang Mengxuan, "It seems you have some passionate people under your command, Junior Sister. Just listen to the lyrics that young man sang earlier..."

Clearly, this woman deeply hurt a man who loved her. This is the kind of treatment you should give to a fickle woman like her.

Jiang Mengxuan remained silent, watching Shen Lang intently.

At this moment, she was more concerned about the three henchmen of the Prime Minister's mansion who had been sitting next to Chen Jiao.

Seeing that Chen Jiao had been beaten, the three men began to stir.

She wanted to know how her subordinates in the Jingwei Division, which she directly controlled, should deal with this situation.

"Okay, I've finished relaying what your friend asked me to do. Bye."

Having completed the task, Shen Lang turned and left without caring about Chen Jiao's humiliated state.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a roar erupted, and the three henchmen rose to their feet.

"Kid, you sang really well just now, didn't you? But did you even consider the consequences?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Lang slowly turned around and looked at the three people with wide-open eyes with disgust.

Who was talking to me just now?

One of them immediately stepped forward, pointed at Shen Lang's nose, and arrogantly shouted, "Do you know who I am? The Prime Minister's Mansion..."

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Lang slammed the pipa in his hand down on his head, causing him to roll his eyes back, foam at the mouth, and die on the spot.

This scene made Jiang Mengxuan's eyes light up, and her interest in Shen Lang intensified.

The other two Karami were visibly taken aback, then roared and grabbed their weapons: "You dare kill someone from the Prime Minister's residence? Today we'll teach you a lesson..."

The next moment, a cold glint flashed before their eyes.

"what--"

A scream rang out, causing the guests on the second floor to gasp in shock.

Shen Lang reversed his grip on the dagger and made only one strike.

With that one strike, one person's hand was severed, and another person's mouth was turned into a gaping mouth, leading to another tragic end.

"Talking about how to teach someone is no substitute for using swords to kill them."

Shen Lang sheathed his dagger, then stepped in front of the severed-handed claw and revealed his identity token.

"You dare to provoke the Jingwei Division? Don't you know what it means to act first and report later, or that it's a special privilege granted by the Emperor? In your next life, open your eyes wider and don't be so foolish!"

With Shen Lang so close, his eyes filled with a chilling light, Karami, clutching his severed wrist, couldn't utter a single word.

puff-

Putting away his identity token, Shen Lang swiftly slit his throat with a single blow and walked downstairs without looking back.

Clean and efficient, decisive in action.

This was the second deep impression Shen Lang left on Jiang Mengxuan.

As Shen Lang passed by the waiter, he gently pressed down on the man's trembling body and kindly said, "Could you please go and fetch the nearest patrol officer?"

Just say those three were killed by the Jingwei Division; they know how to deal with them.

After saying that, he patted him on the shoulder and went down the stairs.

After Shen Lang's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but ask, "Junior sister, this official seems to be different from others. He is ruthless and decisive. It seems that not everyone is afraid of the Prime Minister's mansion."

Jiang Mengxuan nodded, stood up and said, "Senior sister, I'll leave the matter of Qingyi Tower to you. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll head back to the palace first."

Liu Qinghuan: "Junior sister, you just go ahead and do your work. Leave the affairs of Qingyi Tower to me."

"Thank you, senior sister."

Jiang Mengxuan is now eager to know who the young man is and must hurry back to the palace to retrieve the files of all members of the Jingwei Division and verify them one by one.

Just as she was saying goodbye to Liu Qinghuan and going downstairs, she froze again.

Shen Lang was sitting nonchalantly in the corner of the first-floor lobby, eating a bowl of beef noodles and two side dishes.

Jiang Mengxuan was surprised: "After making such a commotion, how can he still be in the mood to eat here?"

Filled with curiosity, Jiang Mengxuan found an empty table not far from Shen Lang's seat, ordered a pot of tea, and quietly observed his every move.