Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

He didn't speak further, but the person next to him spoke up, his voice laced with sarcasm: "It seems you can't open that key either, so I have reason to suspect that this pendant was actually obtained illegally by you through improper means."

"So you think I'm so capable that I can easily steal things from the commander of the Eternal Day Fleet and even get him to hand over his authority to me for free?" Wen Ying said.

She could actually guess what the other person was going to say next, and sure enough, the other person immediately followed up with, "Who knows if you used some method to deceive him."

Wen Ying didn't want to waste her breath on them. There was no point in talking to these people; they just wanted to provoke her and force her to prove herself. She wasn't really stupid, and there was no need to listen anymore.

However, another voice came from behind: "Or perhaps, you are so audacious because you have climbed up to Wen Sirang?"

She paused and turned her head.

The eldest prince remained silent; the one who spoke was still the one beside him: "These past few days, the news has been full of talk about your relationship with him. I'm quite curious about it myself. Could it be... that there are two people of such lowly blood?"

"If you think that climbing up to him will guarantee your safety, you're wrong. His despicable genes are nothing but an insignificant stain on the royal bloodline. I can crush him as easily as crushing an ant..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ying strode over, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

The other person's face was knocked to the side and quickly became red and swollen. As if they hadn't expected her to retaliate suddenly, they stood there stunned for a few seconds. After they came to their senses, they became furious and tried to grab her collar.

But his outstretched hand was intercepted.

The newcomer appeared calm, seemingly without using much strength, yet he was unable to move. Struggling only intensified the pain in his wrist, as if it were about to break.

"who are you?"

The eldest prince narrowed his eyes dangerously. The young man in front of him appeared abruptly, and no one could see where he came from. Moreover, he looked unfamiliar and was neither Qin Shu's adjutant nor a guard sent by Wen Sirang.

Wen Ying didn't bother to answer his question. Instead, she looked at the person struggling in Jiang Yusui's hands and said indifferently, "What hinders the progress of civilization is never a humble origin, but rather shallow-minded and arrogant people like you."

“You—!” The other person pointed at her with their other finger.

Wen Ying ignored him and turned to the eldest prince: "All life is equal, and the same applies to people. Since Your Highness regards bloodline and genes as the ultimate standard and despises all living beings, have you never thought that you would suffer a backlash and retribution one day?"

The eldest prince gave a cold laugh. Wen Ying stared directly at him, then pressed the tip of his tongue against her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Then I'll wait for your karma."

The eldest prince, accompanied by the man whose face and wrist were also swollen, and a large entourage, left in a grand procession.

After he walked away, Wen Ying said to Jiang Yusui, who was wiping her fingers, "I'm so angry."

Jiang Yusui raised his eyelashes. Wen Ying's expression was somewhat dejected. She had been very unhappy all day, but she didn't want to expose this emotion to anyone else. She only revealed it when she was with him.

She sighed, "I thought I could ignore everyone's words, remain calm and unmoved by praise or criticism, and not react in the slightest no matter what they said. But after hearing what that person said, I still couldn't help but hit him."

Jiang Yusui smiled and pulled her into his arms: "That's normal. I also dislike people who talk about you casually. But next time there's something that requires action, you can call me first."

He opened her palm; Wen Ying's palm was very red, almost as hot as his body temperature, clearly indicating that she had used a great deal of force.

He rarely saw her lose her temper so formally. He adjusted his own temperature, cupped her hand in his palm, and applied an ice pack to it: "Your heart rate is a little fast. Are you still angry?"

Wen Ying hummed in agreement, and Jiang Yusui then suggested, "I've memorized what that person looks like. Let's go home and have dinner first. After we finish eating, I'll make him disappear from this world without a trace."

It sounds like a good idea, and it's simple and straightforward, but Wen Ying doesn't intend to do it that way.

Because she realized that Jiang Yu Sui not only wanted the person from before to disappear, but he also wanted to secretly kill the eldest prince and send all those who spoke ill of her and gossiped about her to the ends of the earth.

Jiang Yusui has a very long list of enemies, and she absolutely cannot agree to let him open the door to violence, otherwise the world will be in chaos.

So she thought for a moment: "Disappearance isn't necessary. Sooner or later I'll make him kneel down and beg for mercy in front of Wen Sirang."

She took his hand and shook it: "Let's go home for dinner."

Jiang Yu said "okay" softly and obediently followed her, the two of them holding hands as they went home together.

The next day, Wen Ying was still asleep when she was woken up by an urgent message notification.

Wen Si sent her a message saying that during the meeting this morning, someone suddenly knelt down beside him, which startled him. He thought a beggar had entered the palace.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be the First Prince's man. Faced with the man's explanation that he "accidentally slipped," the First Prince's face turned pale, while Wen Sirang was completely puzzled: "Could he be testing me?"

"...These people figured out my 'pretending to be weak' persona so early on?"

It was still a text message that would disappear after being read. Wen Ying stared at the screen, and Wen Sirang's doubts slowly disappeared.

It turned into a crying emoji: "Read but not replied, a brand new day begins with being subjected to emotional abuse."

Wen Ying: "Good morning. [Smile]"

Wen Sirang: "Good morning. [Smiling face][Grinning face][Sun spinning]"

After her mysterious conversation with Wen Sirang ended, Wen Ying got out of bed, where Jiang Yusui had already prepared breakfast.

All sorts of oddly shaped machines still clattered around the house, but without the chattering mechanical bird, the house felt a bit deserted.

After finishing her breakfast, she leaned on Jiang Yusui's shoulder, pondering whether she should still set off for Neverland.

I've handed over all the tasks at hand to others, and as for time travel, it seems I can just study it at home.

In that case, it's better not to get up so early and sleep a little longer.

Before she could say it aloud, Jiang Yusui heard her. He lowered his head and touched her earlobe with his lips: "Shall we go back to sleep? I'll stay with you."

Wen Ying wanted to take a nap but didn't really want to. She felt it would be a waste to just fall asleep like that. She hugged his waist and hid her head in his neck, mimicking his usual posture, without answering immediately.

"Let me hold you for a while, don't move."

“Okay, baby.” Jiang Yusui’s voice was tinged with laughter.

He remained quiet, letting her hold him.

Wenying's breath fell on his skin, and the petals blooming on her wrist grew softer and softer.

A new message notification broke the silence.

Wen Ying bumped her forehead against Jiang Yusui's chest as a signal, and he knowingly opened her social media to check it for her.

“It was sent by your roommate.” Jiang Yusui rested his chin on the top of her head and read slowly, “She said that today is her birthday.”