I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

The wind and rain passed by, and the mirror was opened to face the broken branch on the abyss.

"Sister, this is who you are now. Still beautiful, still young. As long as you want, it's never too late, even if you have to start all over again. Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes; the ones who will be hurt the most are the people who love you."

Yuan Shang Zhezhi looked at himself in the mirror, his mind filled with the words of his master who had gone on a wandering journey.

"You may seem to have let go, but you haven't actually let go of anything. Cherish the people in front of you; it's not too late now."

She didn't understand at all back then, but now, hearing those words again, she suddenly understands.

Yuan Shang Zhezhi looked in the mirror for a long time, stroking his still beautiful face, and couldn't help but smile.

She turned to look at Chinatsu Shimada, her tone very relaxed.

"Chika, would you be willing to change your surname?"

Chinatsu Shimada stood there, stunned. She didn't know what her mother meant by those words, but suddenly she understood.

At that moment, all the emotions that had been building up over the years burst forth, and he excitedly embraced Yuan Shangzhezhi.

"I do, Mother."

Feng Zejian sensibly left the room and sat on the floor outside the door.

The temple here is small, but the air is fresh and it's very peaceful.

Just sitting here makes one feel at ease.

Feng Zejian saw the old monk and nun sweeping fallen leaves.

He then got up and went forward.

"Master, give me the broom, I'll do it."

"Then why are you so embarrassed?"

Chapter 51 I used to be a race car driver

Feng Zejian forcefully took the broom.

"It's all as it should be."

The old nun was somewhat helpless. She didn't think Fengzejian could be cleaned properly, but she couldn't refuse the child's good intentions.

To the surprise of the old monks and nuns, Feng Zejian swept the fallen leaves very well, dividing them into small piles and then putting them in bags.

"Child, this isn't your first time cleaning, is it? You did a really good job."

Feng Zejian laughed and said, "I've done similar work before, so I can apply what I've learned to other things."

"You are truly a child with great potential."

As he spoke, he looked toward the room with the broken branch above the abyss.

"Zhezhi has trapped herself here for many years. Although her appearance has not changed, her heart is slowly growing old. I really hope that she can walk out of this open cage with a smile and leave this temple."

Feng Zejian looked expectantly at the closed door, and after a moment the door opened.

The old monks and nuns stood there dumbfounded, when they saw Yuan Shang Zhe Zhi walk out with a smile on his face.

It was a genuine, heartfelt, and genuine smile.

That was a smile I hadn't seen in years.

The mother and daughter came together to the old monk and nun.

Yuan Shang broke off a branch and bowed deeply to it.

"I have bothered the masters for a long time, and now I finally know what I should do."

The old monk and nun reached out their trembling hands to stroke the face of the broken branch on the bank, tears streaming down their faces.

"Zhezhi, you've come out?"

Yuan Shangzhe nodded in shame.

"Yes, Chika's friend made me realize that there are some things I should have understood a long time ago."

The old monk and nun looked at Feng Zejian. "Child, thank you."

Feng Zejian scratched his head shyly.

“I know from what happened yesterday that Chika’s problem is her mother. Some things are not clear to people who are deeply involved, so I wanted to use an outsider’s perspective to persuade her aunt.”

“Like this house, it’s easy to leave, but why leave? My sister has always known this, but she needs a motive, a reason, an important person to push her out of the room.”

Upon hearing this, the old monk said softly, "Child, I can tell from your words that you have reached a very high level of spiritual attainment."

Feng Zejian smiled.

"That's only true for others. As for myself, wasn't I also trapped in an open cage? It's just that no one was there to help me back then. But that's all in the past."

As he spoke, he looked at Qianxia and her daughter.

"Chika and her sister, are you two leaving now?"

Shimada Chinatsu nodded.

"Well, let's get things done before the place where we changed our surnames closes down."

Feng Zejian gave an awkward laugh.

"So here's the problem: your car has two seats, how are the three of us going to get out?"

Chinatsu Shimada paused for a moment.

"This is indeed a problem."

At this moment, the old monk said, "I have a vehicle that I use to go down the mountain to buy supplies. I can take you down."

Feng Zejian was very excited.

"That's great. Riding in Chinatsu's car always gives me the feeling that I'm about to ascend to heaven."

Chinatsu Shimada stared coldly at Kazesawa.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you."

The mother and daughter drove away in an Aston Martin, while the so-called shopping vehicle turned out to be a high-end Mercedes-Benz V-Class.

It seems that anyone who occupies a mountaintop, regardless of their attire, must be either rich or powerful.

Moreover, the old nun drove even more recklessly than Chinatsu Shimada.

Feng Zejian almost ascended to heaven.

When they arrived at their destination, Feng Zejian's legs were trembling.

"Master, what did you do before? You drive so fast."

The old monks and nuns smiled.

"I used to be a race car driver."

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

After resting by the roadside for a while, Feng Zejian bid farewell to the old monks and nuns.

With a loud bang, the Mercedes-Benz V-Class sped away, even drifting around the corner.

It was only then that Feng Zejian realized that his master had already been very restrained.

Drifting in an MPV—that's incredible! This car has definitely been heavily modified.

Feng Zejian bought a cup of milk tea from a roadside milk tea shop and drank it as he walked.

A short while later, an SUV pulled up next to Fengzejian.

The car window rolled down, revealing Kana Kumagai's face.

Kana Kumagai didn't say anything more.

"boarding."

Feng Zejian paused for a moment, then got into the car.

Feng Zejian exclaimed, "What a coincidence!"

"What a coincidence! I installed a tracking device on you. The matter you asked me to investigate has yielded some results. That person published a report about being in a car accident and is currently in a vegetative state, being maintained with basic vital signs at New Century Hospital. He also has a daughter who is a member of the Kyoto Yin-Yang Bureau."

"To silence them, but not to trust them, so you can only keep them right under your nose?"

Kana Kumagai raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You came to the conclusion I've been analyzing for days in just a few seconds."

Feng Zejian waved his hand. "It's not that exaggerated. I've just been thinking about these things for the past few days, and my brain is just highly active."

As he spoke, Feng Zejian changed the subject.

"But honestly, there are just too many people we have to be wary of, which makes every step I take very difficult. In the end, it's because I'm not strong enough."

"This has nothing to do with strength. My former partner was a top-tier combatant at the Onmyoji Headquarters, and he still died mysteriously."

Kazema did not refute, after all, what Kumagai Kana said was true.

"So where are we going?"

Kana Kumagai paused for a moment, then stopped the car on the side of the road and kicked Kazema out of the car.

Kaze Sawa, who was holding the milk tea cup, was dumbfounded. What kind of operation was this?

He'd call her into his car if he needed something, but kick her out if he didn't.

She's a woman who changes her mind faster than turning the pages of a book.

It's 2 PM now, and there's not much to do at this time. I'm still quite a distance from home, and there are internet cafes right above me.

Feng Zejian decisively went into the internet cafe and booked a room.

The internet cafes here are very quiet, and they offer different price ranges, with the most expensive being private rooms.

Many people who can't afford to rent a place or have nowhere to stay choose to spend the night here.

I wouldn't choose to go to a hotel.

Feng Zejian opened the private room with his access card, and the scene inside made his eyes widen in surprise.

A girl wearing only underwear was lying on a black mat, fast asleep, with a large expanse of her pubic hair exposed.

Feng Zejian frowned slightly, looked at the access card number in his hand, and then looked at the number outside the door.

Yes, it's my own room.

Feng Zejian closed the door and bent down.

He gently nudged the girl.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, followed by a soft murmur in her sleep.

"Good morning, Feng Jun. Let me sleep a little longer, just a little while."

Feng Zejian frowned slightly.

Do I know this person? I don't remember them at all.

Feng Zejian then looked at the computer that was on.

Immediately, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

There was an otome game on the computer, and the male character in it had the same name as her. Not only that, but his appearance was also slightly similar to hers.

What a coincidence!

Chapter 52 The Heiress in the Internet Cafe Private Room - Sakurai Sakika

Feng Zejian pushed the girl aside.

I sat cross-legged and started playing this otome game from a different save file.

As he played, some long-forgotten memories gradually flooded into his mind.

A year ago, he met a girl who aspired to become a game designer. With his companionship and encouragement, she took that step and became a successful game designer. In fact, she had been one for a long time, but because of the suppression from others and her own lack of self-confidence, she felt that she was not good enough.

One of the routes in this otome game is the story of the player and that girl. The player, Kazema, played for about two hours, but stopped halfway through his own route and switched to another character.

To summarize simply, my own line is more realistic, while the others are more exaggerated.