The system forced me to blow up the female lead's fishpond.

Ya Dan lazily swiped her hand across the virtual screen for a long time. Suddenly, a message appeared on the screen that made her ecstatic and jump up.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhizhi tilted her head in confusion when she heard the movement in her mind.

YaDan's mechanical eyes flashed with cheerful emoticons, and her tone was filled with excitement, "Headquarters received my bug feedback and sent me a message in advance, asking me to go back and upgrade tomorrow. Waaah, out of so many systems, I never expected that headquarters would notice me first. I'm so touched."

Hearing the ecstatic voice in her mind, Shen Zhizhi couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I've read a lot of transmigration novels and always doubted whether the system was a real person. But after seeing you, I finally understand. The system is indeed a machine, not a real person."

Ya Dan was stunned. "Huh? Why?"

"If I were you, and I reported so many bugs, and the customer was cursing me out, only to get attention now, I would have already cursed this company as a lousy one. Who would be grateful?"

Shen Zhizhi pursed her lips in disdain, then picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and looked relaxed.

"So, host, can you stop cursing me from now on? Just curse headquarters." Ya Dan's eyes shone brightly, and she held up a heart shape with her hands, her pleading tone full of sincerity.

“That won’t do.” Shen Zhizhi refused without hesitation.

Ya Dan: ......

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After taking over the plague, Zhang Jiali acted decisively, posting notices and seeking people from all over the world who could cure this strange illness.

The notice quickly spread far and wide, and in no time, the news spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world. Famous doctors from all walks of life responded, all rushing to help because of Zhang Jiali's great reputation.

After countless days and nights of hard work, the shadow of the plague gradually dissipated, and the streets returned to their former liveliness and vitality.

Shen Zhizhi, Chu Chouchi, and Chu Tu sat around a stone table in the courtyard, playing cards with great interest. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

"Haha, a royal flush! The Third Prince lost! Pay up!" Shen Zhizhi threw down her last two cards, her smile almost reaching her ears.

I've been so bored lately. Ya Dan hasn't come back since she went back that day. No matter how I call her, there's only an automatic reply. I guess this bug must be pretty serious.

With no missions to complete and no way of knowing where the third villain was, she could only make playing cards out of wood and paper, spending her days playing with the two brothers and trying to find ways to reduce Chu Tu's corruption level.

"Why do I always lose? Did you switch the cards?" Chu Tu pouted, extremely dissatisfied.

He reached into his sleeve and searched left and right, but found no silver coins. He could only turn his gaze to Chief Feng, who was having a great time playing with Xiao Lingxue Liao. Shui Lingling reached out her hand.

The leader of the wind choked, took out the money pouch from his waist, shook it upside down, but not a single piece of silver fell to the ground.

He stiffly turned around, grinned ingratiatingly, and said cautiously, "Your Highness, to be honest, I also lost everything."

Chu Tu: ......

Compared to the Wind Chief's defeat, Xiao Ling calmly stood up, flicked the bulging money pouch at his waist, and smiled triumphantly, "Today is truly a great harvest."

Chief Feng was even more enraged by his smug face. "Hmph, don't be so smug, kid. If you're so capable, lend me ten taels of silver, and we'll settle this once and for all!"

Xiao Ling reached into his money pouch, just as Chief Feng was staring at him expectantly—

Unsurprisingly, he withdrew his hand.

With her arms crossed, Xiao Ling calmly raised her chin, a sly smile playing on her lips, and slowly said, "I... won't... lend it."

Chief Feng turned away in anger, his gaze lightly falling on Xue Liao beside him. His anger subsided slightly, and he was about to speak when he saw Xue Liao pause slightly in his meat bun and turn his body slightly to the side.

Before he could speak, Xue Liao quickly said, "I have no money, and besides, you owe me over a hundred meat buns today."

"Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling could no longer help but burst out laughing.

"Tch, stingy."

The Wind Chief mumbled in dissatisfaction, but a moment later, when he met Chu Tu's fiery eyes, his arrogance vanished instantly.

Chu Tu gritted his teeth, a chilling glint in his eyes. "Didn't you say that if I gave you ten taels, you could earn a hundred taels back?"

Although a few taels of silver were nothing to him, he had lost every game for several days in a row, and even his own men were no match for others. How could he save face?!

Chief Feng swallowed hard, took a step back, and smiled ingratiatingly at Shen Zhizhi, "Third Miss Shen, His Highness the Third Prince just had the kitchen staff make some pastries. You must be hungry. I'll go and get them right away."

After saying that, he made a hasty escape.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling lightly touched the ground with her toes and quickly flew forward, "Trying to steal credit again? Those pastries were clearly made by someone ordered by the Second Prince!"

“This is the Tu Prince’s residence, and everything here belongs to the Third Prince.” Chief Feng raised his hand, trying to block his way.

Xiao Ling dodged to the side, "Heh, let's see who gets it first."

Xue Liao, belatedly realizing what was happening, slowly swallowed the last bite of his meat bun, which was still slurping loudly in his mouth, before taking a step forward to catch up.

"Huh?! What are you going to steal to eat? I want to go too!"

......

Shen Zhizhi couldn't help but chuckle as she watched them sing and dance together. These guys were even more entertaining than the crosstalk performers on TV.

Seeing them leave, Shen Zhizhi finally looked away, only to see Chu Chouchi beside her stroking a wooden playing card with his slender index finger, his eyes slightly lowered, seemingly focused, but his thoughts had already wandered off somewhere, his eyes lowered as if he was thinking about something.

Shen Zhizhi rarely saw him like this, so she couldn't help but lean closer curiously and ask, "Second Prince, what's wrong?"

The girl's voice reached his ears, pulling Chu Chouchi back from his wild imagination. He lowered his eyes, staring into her wide, starry eyes, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "It's nothing. It's just that I was thinking that the plague in the city seems to have improved recently."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and smiled at her, but no matter how she looked at the smile, Shen Zhizhi felt extremely awkward.

Shen Zhizhi pursed her lips, unsure how to comfort him.

After all, Zhang Jiali in this story is not someone who can be surpassed by doing a few good deeds. He has long since become an unshakable figure in the hearts of the people through his accumulated merits.

Even setting aside everything Zhang Jiali did for the people, his status as a favorite of Heaven is something that ordinary people cannot achieve.

He was born with an aura of brilliance; with just that one notice, he could attract many renowned doctors from the martial arts world who had never been involved in the affairs of the imperial court to come and lend him a hand.

It is easy to imagine that when he regains his identity and has the title of prince, he will surely cause a huge uproar and become an insurmountable peak in everyone's mind.

Although she knew that the plague had played a significant role in Zhang Jiali's efforts to consolidate public support, Shen Zhizhi still felt somewhat displeased and cursed the injustice of fate.