Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

"Brother Lin Yuan." The little girl looked at him with bright eyes.

Shen Linyuan's heart burned, and he turned his head away in disgust, "Do whatever you want, don't ask me."

"Can Brother Lin Yuan come to my birthday banquet?" Song Yunzhi looked at him expectantly.

The man's expression turned slightly cold. "I'm a filthy person. Going there would only make people despise me."

“You’re not, you’re very clean,” Song Yunzhi interrupted him, her face serious.

Shen Linyuan froze, his hands clenched into fists behind his back.

No one had ever said that before; others would only mock and ridicule him, belittling him to a lowly position.

“Shen Linyuan, those who curse you are all evil people, don’t listen to them.” The man’s face was tense and serious, and Song Yunzhi reached out and poked him.

Seeing the "darkening value" drop, Song Yunzhi became excited, poked it again, and softly praised, "Shen Linyuan, you are the cleanest and best person."

"Song Yunzhi, you're being noisy." Shen Linyuan glanced at her, feigning indifference.

In just a short while, his blackening value dropped to 85. Song Yunzhi approached him, tilted her head up, and smiled sweetly, "Brother Linyuan is the best."

"If you say another word, I'll throw you out!" Shen Linyuan turned his back, his voice filled with exasperation.

Five more points were lost, and Song Yunzhi stopped, satisfied. "I'm leaving, Brother Linyuan."

She didn't expect Shen Linyuan to fall for this; a few words of praise and he wouldn't turn evil.

Shen Linyuan's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to remind her to bring the cat, but then he felt like he was the one begging her to do so.

When Shadow returned safely after escorting Song Yunzhi, he saw his master fiddling with a piece of wood in front of a candle.

He stepped forward. "Master, are you preparing a birthday gift for Miss Song?"

"Shadow, you talk too much." The man's deep, cold voice rang out, and Shadow quickly shut his mouth and continued to fly to the roof beam.

For two days in a row, Shen Linyuan was busy with what he was doing.

Seeing Shen Linyuan finish his work and lie down on the bed, An Ying let out a long yawn.

He had slept enough, and now his master was finally going to sleep too.

At midday, footsteps suddenly came from outside. Just as Shadow was about to warn him, Shen Linyuan opened his eyes alertly.

"Fourth Brother, look, the sickly one isn't dead yet!"

"A scourge can live for a thousand years. His mother was a scourge, and so was he."

"Get up quickly." The sixth prince reached out and pulled the person off the bed.

"You're all dressed up like a proper person, even boiling water to drink." The Fifth Prince looked around, saw the pastries on the table, and exclaimed, "You dare to steal food!"

Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince immediately walked over, picked up the pastries on the table, glanced at them, then let go and threw them on the ground. "Who would dare to give him such good pastries? He must have stolen them!"

"Look, there's another nice box here."

Seeing the Fourth Prince open the wooden box, Shen Linyuan's eyes turned cold. He waved the Sixth Prince aside, ran over, snatched the box back, and held it protectively in his arms.

"Sickly brat, how dare you push me!" The Sixth Prince walked over, kicked him, and forcefully snatched the box from him, throwing it to the ground.

The wooden hairpin fell out, and the group began to stomp on it in a fit of anger. They also overturned the hot water on the stove and tore off the curtain that was blocking the wind.

"Get out of my way!" Shen Linyuan, unable to bear it any longer, swung his fist at the group.

Despite his seemingly thin frame, the man's punches were surprisingly powerful. Each of the three men took several blows and was kicked to the ground.

Suppressing his anger, Shen Linyuan bent down to pick up the hairpin and held it in his palm, his eyes as if covered with a layer of frost.

It's dirty.

His dark, gloomy gaze swept over them as if they were dead.

The fourth prince trembled under his gaze, covering his swollen face, his voice shaking, "You...you dare to hit us! I'm going to tell Father Emperor! Shen Linyuan, you just wait!"

The three fled in panic. An Ying climbed down from the roof beam and looked at Shen Linyuan with some reluctance, "Master, are you alright?"

"Let them die," the man said calmly. "Leave no one alive."

Shadow paused for a moment, then immediately nodded, "Yes!"

The master had endured so many years of insults and beatings, but this time was different.

Shadow immediately arranged for someone to do it. Naturally, this kind of thing had to be done quietly so as not to implicate their master.

Before an incense stick could burn for a while, a eunuch's shrill voice rang out from outside, "The Emperor has decreed that the Crown Prince be summoned to an audience!"

Shen Linyuan scoffed coldly and walked out alone.

A gaunt figure slowly emerged from the shadows, his clothes stained with dirt. The old eunuch glanced at him with disdain. "Your Highness, the Emperor wishes to see you. Please come with me."

Outside the Imperial Study, the Emperor did not appear but directly issued an edict punishing Shen Linyuan with thirty strokes of the cane.

The three princes stood by watching, their swollen, fat faces bearing mocking smiles. "Let's see if you dare to hit us again next time. You two, hit us as hard as you can!"

"Yes!" the guard in charge of administering the punishment replied respectfully.

Executing the crown prince was a common occurrence; the only requirement was to ensure his survival.

If the emperor doesn't favor them, then these servants will naturally show no mercy.

Shen Linyuan sneered, his gaze sharp and cold as he stared at the people in front of him.

For eight years, they have bullied and humiliated him, their faces as repulsive as ever.

The pain spread to his limbs. Shen Linyuan closed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile.

It will be soon, very soon.

They will all die, everyone.

The palace servants carried the unconscious Shen Linyuan back to the East Palace, casually tossed him a bottle of medicine, and left.

Shadow walked over to apply medicine to him and whispered, "Master, everything has been arranged. The Fourth Prince and the others will die suddenly within three months."

The man's eyelids twitched, he opened his eyes, and looked outside.

it's dark.

The little girl's birthday is almost over.

Shen Linyuan sat up, met An Ying's tense expression, and said calmly, "He won't die."

It's not like it's the first time I've been beaten.

"Go find me some clean clothes."

"Yes."

The night sky was like dusk, with stars and the moon hanging low.

The large yellow dog belonging to the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel barked twice, then quickly fell silent.

Song Yunzhi looked at the birthday gifts she had received today with a sense of boredom. There were all sorts of gifts, except for one featuring a minor villain.

The villain has no heart; she begged him so much.

The wooden window creaked open, and she turned her head, about to shout that there was a thief, when she was met with a pale and cold face in the moonlight.

Song Yunzhi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes were fixed on the 99 blackening value above.

That's going too far! What triggered him this time?

A soft meow came from his arms, and Song Yunzhi came back to her senses. "Brother Lin Yuan."

Shen Linyuan handed her the cat, saying indifferently, "A birthday gift."

His gaze swept over the various exquisite boxes on her table, and the man withdrew his hand. "Never mind if you don't care."

“I like it!” Song Yunzhi grabbed his wrist, tilted her head back and said softly, “Brother, I like it very much.”