I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

"My dear daughter, you've finally come to see your father! You have no idea how lonely, how isolated, and how painful it has been for me all alone here!"

He picked up Shen Qingqing and spun her around a few times. Shen Qingqing, who had just gotten off the bed, almost threw up. "Stop...stop..."

The sound was too soft for Shen Yuan to hear; he was completely absorbed in his joy.

“When you were little, you would hold my hand and never let go. It’s all that old man’s fault for separating us. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, my darling.”

puff-

Shen Qingqing couldn't hold it in and vomited.

Upon entering, Li Wei saw this scene, which was quite different from what she had imagined.

"Sir, this is a gift that Miss bought for you."

He was carrying large and small bags.

"My precious daughter even bought me a gift! I'm so touched!"

He kissed Shen Qingqing's cheek without a second thought.

Shen Qingqing: No, you should change your clothes first, my dear father.

"Send it to my room, I want to keep it."

[Is this character a doting father to his daughter?]

How did you know who the host was?

How did I know? By looking.

Shen Yuan, the father of Shen Qingqing, is the richest man in Yaozhou. No, in the entire Mo Kingdom, his wealth is definitely among the top three.

"My dear daughter, this is the room your father prepared for you. Do you like it?"

The magnificent walls, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight, are a striking gold. The carved windows are exquisite and luxurious from afar, and the view outside is absolutely stunning.

Then there's the bed, with its pure gold patterns and inlaid gemstones. The table and chairs in the middle of the room are also exquisite and beautiful, and the whole room radiates a golden aura.

[What a waste of money!]

Is this Xiao Lan's first time seeing such simple and unadorned decorations? She struggled to jump off Shen Qingqing's arms, hopped onto the bed, and stomped around on it.

[Host, this bed is so soft, incredibly soft! I suspect it's even better than the current princess's bed!]

Shen Qingqing sighed, "Who designed a house like this?"

Even a thief would wander around for a while after entering, unsure of what to take.

This sudden display of fatherly love is truly...

“My daughter, I have also prepared a banquet for you, to entertain the dignitaries and nobles of the entire Yao Prefecture.”

Shen Yuan spoke with great excitement and a smug look on his face, as if he wanted everyone to know how rich he was.

[This shows that I am truly not afraid.]

[Don't worry, host. The plot has just finished updating. Even if the entire Mo Kingdom is destroyed, your family will still be rich. You're an absolute young lady, so you don't have to worry about buying whatever you want.]

Shen Qingqing: I'm not worried about money, I'm worried about my life. I'm afraid I'll have money to spend but not the life to enjoy it.

"Daughter, look."

Shen Yuan clapped his hands, and the courtyard was crowded with children of the same age.

I...I want to die...

Despite her amnesia, Shen Qingqing remains socially awkward.

She hid behind Xiao Cui; it was terrifying. Her father was terrifying. Could she leave now?

-

"woke up?"

Mo Jing jerked out of bed, warily looking around, touching his chest, legs, and face. Was he still alive?

A man... he looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before.

"Who are you?"

If I'm not mistaken, this person saved him.

"You'll find out who I am later. Let's talk about other things now."

His cunning eyes swept over Mo Jing. "Within ten years, I will help you ascend to the throne."

"unnecessary."

He didn't want to be emperor; that position was dirty and disgusting.

The man's face immediately darkened. He hadn't saved him out of kindness. "If you don't agree to my demands, I'll kill you."

"casual."

The knife was pressed against Mo Jing's neck, and he offered no resistance, which was unacceptable.

"That Dong? If you become emperor, promise me one thing, and I will help you find it."

Is this his first time? Some people don't want to be in that position.

Mo Jing knew what he was talking about; it was something Shen Qingqing had given him.

He wasn't interested in that position, but he was interested in her...

He promised to meet again... he can't die yet...

Unable to find out who those people were with his limited strength, this person seemed to be someone worth using, judging from his attitude.

"I promise you."

"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

The man smiled. His sister—those people would pay the price for this sooner or later.

"First of all, Your Highness survived in here."

This small stature was undoubtedly an obstacle to their success, as the late empress had not taught them any martial arts.

"Ten copper coins, I bet they'll lose!"

"Twenty copper coins, I bet you'll lose!"

"It's still uncertain who will win and who will lose!"

The noisy environment and oppressive atmosphere were overwhelming, with a stench, dim lighting, and a huge amphitheater in the center of the venue.

Stepping inside, one finds narrow cubicles filled with locked-up people, some trembling with fear, others with despair on their faces.

"go in."

Jinshu didn't care about Mojing's fate at all; if this person wasn't suitable, she would simply find another.

"This way, sir/madam."

Following the waiter, he was led to the VIP area, which was an entertainment venue for distinguished guests.

Before coming, he took Mo Jing to eat at a restaurant, but could someone raised in a greenhouse all year round survive?

He was a little curious.

"Number 199 versus Number 198, the match begins!"

At the referee's command, number 198 picked up his weapon from the ground and charged at Mo Jing.

The child was about the same age as Mo Jing. He seemed not to have realized what was happening when he was tackled to the ground by number 198, and the weapon in his hand was plunged into Mo Jing's body.

The pain, the physical pain, stimulated his brain.

"Move, 199! I've staked 10 taels of silver on you!"

"You're going to lose to me this time!"

Without hesitation, Number 198 gripped his weapon and stabbed it viciously into the man's neck.

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have voted for him!"

To everyone's surprise, Mo Jing pulled out a knife from somewhere.

Number 198, the sharp sword stopped a millimeter away from his eyeball.

Number 198 froze, his weapon taken from him. He dared not move, the person in front of him clearly a first-timer.

How could she so easily dodge his attack?

In Mo Jing's eyes, he was just a six-year-old child. As long as he was more ruthless than his opponent, he would be too scared to make a move, just like now.

"I...I give up..."

"Sir, here is your tea."

Jinshu watched the fight below with amusement; he hadn't misjudged them after all.

One fight after another, for a whole month, Mo Jing fought his way down from number 199 to number 1. No one under the age of 12 could beat him.

"It seems I underestimated Your Highness's skills."

The ability to quickly identify an enemy's weakness in a fight and retaliate fiercely is a rare talent.

"Next, it's time to go to another place."

Mo Jing ignored Jin Shu. He didn't care what she was thinking; all he wanted now was to get his things back.

He did learn something during this time.