The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

"Hey! You're not allowed to talk about her like that!"

"I knew it! Jiang Yanhong was stupid! Utterly stupid! She died and I had to collect her body, what bad luck! She deserved to die! Live..."

Wen Li kicked the person to the ground, "If you keep talking nonsense!"

Lord Li clutched his chest, pointing at her, "Hey! Even your mother never hit me! You! How come you have an even worse temper than her!"

"Who told you to insult her!"

Looking at Wen Li's face, which resembled Jiang Yanhong's, Lord Li's eyes welled up with tears. "I scolded her because... because she deserved to be scolded... because she deserved to be scolded... Waaah..."

A man nearing fifty suddenly burst into tears in front of Wen Li.

"Waaah... Shouldn't she be scolded? Why did she have to live her life like this! Why did it have to turn out like this! I'm going to scold her! She was living a good life as the wife of a high-ranking official in the capital, but she had to meddle with those dead people and get involved in all this trouble! She didn't have a good life, but she had to come back to this small place! Her health was so poor, she wasn't going to live long anyway. Before, she was a noble lady who was served by dozens of people, but what happened after that?"

"She's locking herself in such a small place! Slowly wasting her life, sob sob sob... But she doesn't want to die! She doesn't want to die now, she has a child..."

"Do you know what kind of person your mother is? She's the kind of person who, even when she's dying, refuses to take medicine but still wants to go out and see the sea and flowers. She's the kind of person who always says that even if she only lives for twenty-odd years, she'll still live a more exciting life than anyone else. Even if she's divorced and down on her luck, she should be traveling around freely and unrestrained, not trapped in this wretched place!"

"My fearless junior sister, who always says she'd rather die than live like this, how did she end up like this... Waaaaaah..."

The man cried so hard that he sat down on the ground and kept patting his chest.

He was heartbroken that someone so vibrant had passed away so quietly in their twenties, in the prime of their life.

Wen Li now realized, oh, so he wasn't a bad person after all. So his initial insults and slander were actually out of goodwill, out of disappointment and frustration.

It's such a pity that when she was little, she had no idea that even insults could be well-intentioned.

Wen Li searched for a while and found a clean handkerchief, handing it to her, "Don't cry."

Lord Li did not take her handkerchief, but slapped her hand away, saying, "Get out of here right now. If you don't want to die here, you'd better find somewhere to hide for the rest of your life."

Wen Li took back the handkerchief. "I don't want it."

"do not want!"

Lord Li stood up in anger and hit her, "Do you really want to die? The case is almost solved now. Do you know how many people in this world want you dead?"

"The investigation isn't finished! It's not clear yet! I didn't do anything wrong, and I'm not going to hide forever!"

"you you!"

Another hard slap landed on her back. Wen Li wanted to hit back, but when she looked down, she saw Lord Li wiping away tears.

She was a little confused; was this person really that short?

"Why are you so eager to die, you little brat! I used to offer you a comfortable carriage to the capital, but you insisted on running away. You've endured all the hardships along the way. Now that everything is clear, I told you to find a place to hide and live a peaceful life, but you insist on going out to die! Waaaaah... What kind of crazy girl has my junior sister given birth to... Waaaah..."

After crying for a while, Lord Li advised again, "Listen to me, survival is the most important thing. Your father told me to tell you that if you're smart, you should hide and live your life well. Your father is a selfish man. He stood by and watched the Jiang family suffer when they were in trouble, drawing a line between himself and others, not letting anyone or anything affect him. But you are still his child. If you yield to him, he won't watch you die. I was entrusted by him to secretly take care of you and your mother in Zishui. All these years, he also instructed me to take good care of this house. Your father is a thoughtful man. He and your mother were childhood sweethearts, and he truly loves your mother."

“If you really can’t bring yourself to do it, you have an uncle named Jiang Shanyuan. He’s been looking for you all these years. When he came to Zishui, I gave him the spatial jade pendant that your mother had asked me to give you. He’s a good man. Go find him, and he will protect you. No matter what, your mother hopes that you will live a good life.”

Lord Li spoke earnestly, but when he looked up, he saw that Wen Li's expression was indescribable.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Wen Li pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. Finally, she patted Lord Li on the shoulder and said, "You should just help me guard this place. I know what I should do and how to do it."

With that, Wen Li walked forward.

"Hey! Jiang Xunzhi!"

Wen Li stopped in her tracks.

"In the last letter your mother wrote to me, she said, 'If you ever return to the South China Sea, don't be Wen Li anymore. Be Jiang Xunzhi instead. Nobody remembers Jiang Xunzhi anymore. This name is a wish for you to live well for yourself.'"

"You don't even listen to your mother anymore? Your current status is special; it's easy for you to be discovered here, especially by the demons..."

It's another letter.

Wen Li turned around, interrupting him, and asked, "How many letters did she write to you?"

The question came abruptly, and Lord Li thought about it carefully before answering, "Not many, just three."

"Only three letters? What about me? Did she leave me a letter?"

Lord Li remained silent.

"No, not a single one. She wrote to so many people, and what about me? What can't she say to me in person? Doesn't she have anything to say to me? Doesn't she? Does she know how I've survived all these years?!"

After yelling, Wen Li regretted it. The person had already left, so there was no point in saying anything.

“But all three letters were about you, and the letters she wrote to others were also about you. Your mother lost her mother when she was young, but she was already ten years old at that time. The Jiang family was prosperous, and her father and brothers doted on her. You were not even ten years old at that time, your family was wiped out, and you were all alone. How could she not know the hardships you would face in the future?”

"If she were to write you a letter, it would probably consist of nothing but repeated 'I'm sorry's.

"You should leave quickly, hide, and live well. She's still worried about you down there."

Wen Li couldn't remember how she left—whether she climbed over the wall or went through the door. She only remembered that if she didn't leave soon, she would burst into tears in front of the old man.

She didn't know where she was going, but as she walked, she ended up back at the temple.

She leaned against a pillar and read through the letters Jiang Yanhong had written to people over the years over and over again.

One sentence she repeated over and over in the letter was, "I have another daughter."

I have another daughter who can't even comb her hair properly.

I also have a daughter who is not even ten years old.

I have a daughter, I can't die...

Wen Li was already sobbing uncontrollably, clutching a pile of letters that didn't belong to her, but were filled with her words.

In fact, Jiang Yanhong shouldn't have given birth to her.

I'm sorry, Mother. I should be the one apologizing to you.

After a long while, as darkness fell, Wen Li put away the letter and stood up, nearly tripping over something. She took out a candle from her spatial storage, lit it, and looked down to find it was a broken, fallen stone statue.

The Green Lamp God.

Wen Li lit red candles throughout the temple and gave it a quick clean. Finally, she came to the fallen, shattered statue.

God, did my mother kneel before you in supplication? Did she tell you that she had another daughter? Did she weep and beg you again and again for a little more time?

She kowtowed, didn't she? She was sincere enough...

Wenli lifted the statue up and placed it on the high platform, then tried to repair it little by little with magic.

After that night, the statue stood on the high platform, and the girl in red below the platform knelt down with her hands clasped together in devout worship.

*

At noon, dark clouds pressed down in the sky, making the daytime seem as dark as night. A fierce wind raged, threatening to overturn houses, snap trees, and crash the waves against the rocks and shore.

"Quick! Go home and lock the door! It's going to pour!"

"Good heavens! Why did this rain come so suddenly!"

"Sister! Sister, go quickly and call your brother home! Go now..."

"My husband went out on the ship this morning and hasn't come back yet! He's still not back!"

"My child is missing! Where is my child...?"

"The Dragon King is enraged and is about to unleash a windstorm..."

"How many more people will die now..."

The fishermen were in chaos. Some were rushing to bring everything outside their houses inside, some were calling out their children's nicknames, and some were still waiting on the beach for their loved ones to return...

Yesterday was a sunny and breezy spring day, but now it feels like the end of the world.

"Don't rush, let's set up a platform first and offer sacrifices to the Dragon King, then this storm will pass quickly."

The elderly person calmly took charge of the overall situation.

"Come and pay your respects to the Dragon King before returning home, for good luck and protection!"

Before the simple altar, people knelt and kowtowed, weeping and shouting. But the wind and rain showed no sign of stopping.

A child, no more than six or seven years old, was forced to kneel. He cried out, "What kind of lousy Dragon King is this! My father is still at sea! The Dragon King is trying to kill me!"

The person who had been silently praying for everyone's safety jumped up, shouting, "How dare you! You're not allowed to question the Dragon King! Only useless people curse the heavens and the earth! Complaining and blaming others won't solve anything..."

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed everyone's gaze was fixed on a certain spot, so he turned his head to look in that direction.

"Is she out of her mind? Isn't she afraid of being swept away by the sea?"

"That guy must be crazy."

"He must be crazy to use such foul language."

She's crazy! Everyone else is rushing to hide, but she's carrying a sword and charging aggressively to the beach, as if she wants to challenge the heavens and the earth.

"Good heavens! Do you even have eyes? Are your eyes in your ass?! Did you rinse your head with water? Or do you just stick a stick in your head and think you have a brain?!"

"Heavenly Way? Heavenly Way my ass! You lowly thing, born without parents, why don't you come down here and taste what it's like to be alive! You're utterly disgusting!"

Wen Li stood on the beach, looking up at the sky and cursing loudly. The wind blew her into a mess, and the waves kept crashing forward, threatening to knock her over.

People all hid inside their houses; no one dared to fight against the weather. They could only hide. Only that madman was still cursing in the rain.

"Idiot! Fool! Go to hell! Heaven's will is damned!"

"You heartless bastard! How many people are you going to kill?!"

Rain and waves pounded on her body and face, and dark clouds were about to crash over her head. She couldn't see anything, only felt angry.

"Damn Heavenly Dao! Why are you always like this! Why do you always force a good person to become an evil one! Why do you force a living person to become a dead one!"

"Are you going to drive everyone to become bad people! To drive every living person to become a dead person before you're satisfied?"

"Really? Tell me! Answer me!"

The roar of the waves seemed to drown out her voice. The sea and sky merged into a somber blue, as if threatening to engulf everything. That red figure, with its jet-black hair, shone even brighter.

"You have no mouth, huh! You monster with no eyes, no ears, no head, and no heart!"

"We are all crying out, 'What right do you have to act so high and mighty and toy with us! What right do you have!'"

She swung her sword fiercely, splitting the sea in two. She continued to kill and slash, churning the ocean into chaos. Thunder roared overhead, lightning flashed so close to her, and the rain poured down harder and harder.

Wen Li raised her head and roared at the sky, "Come on! If you're so capable, send down a bolt of lightning and kill me! Let this rain drown me! Come on! Kill me!"

"If I don't die, you'd better watch out!"

Throwing her sword into the sea, stirring it upside down wasn't enough for Wen Li. She gripped the Flower Rain bow tightly, pointed her long, blue bow towards the sky, and drew the string to fire.

The sword strike shook the heavens, the dark clouds dispersed, and the storm soon subsided.

That day, none of the fishermen on the beach were swept away by the sea.

People say it was a madman who cursed so fiercely that he drove away the Dragon King and frightened the heavens.

When fate turns against us and people are powerless to do anything about it, they will all curse the heavens. The old man said that even the most capable person has moments of helplessness, and it's okay to curse the heavens and stomp on the ground occasionally.