The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 44 Jiangcheng 2 - Regret

In the end, none of them sat next to each other. There was no way around it; the Zhao residence was much larger than the Jiang residence, and none of the six of them were placed next to each other.

Inside Wen Li's room, she was currently being unreasonable with Si Xiaxia.

"I don't care, give me a clue! Otherwise, I'm quitting!"

Si Xiaxia was quite helpless. "Host, how much has the corruption value decreased? I only have a few clues, and you'll definitely ignore me after I tell you."

"Then why don't you tell me first if my uncle, whom I've never met, is still alive?"

"Host, please don't make things difficult for me. I'm just an outsider, and most of what I know comes from the original book. How would I know so much?"

Wen Li snorted coldly: "You should know what your organization is called, the Management Bureau."

"Eighty percent, I'll tell you when it drops to eighty percent. I have to go back to the station to handle other matters now, host, good luck!"

Si Xiaxia was no match for Wen Li and could only run away quickly. She was afraid that if she continued talking, she would reveal everything she knew.

However, their department has been quite busy lately, as many novel worlds have become increasingly independent and out of control.

"Si Xiaxia? System?"

Are you still there?

After calling out several times without getting a response from Si Xiaxia, Wen Li knew that the damn system had run away again!

It seems the old saying is true: rely on heaven, rely on earth, and rely on yourself.

Wen Li lay down on the soft bed and decided to rest for a while. After traveling for so long, her body was already exhausted.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she quickly opened them again. What day is it today?

With a vague idea in her mind, Wen Li quickly got out of bed.

Once outside, he first grabbed a maid and asked, "Is today the first day of the month?"

The maid nodded blankly.

As the month draws to a close, his demonic poison will begin to subtly take effect. Who knows whether he will suppress it or let it run rampant?

We must keep an eye on him!

Following her memories of the day, Wen Li wandered through many twists and turns to find Shen Yingsi's courtyard.

The Zhao residence was very large. It would take Wen Li fifteen minutes to walk from her own courtyard to Shen Yingsi's courtyard, but Wen Li shortened the time by almost half by running.

As Wen Li arrived at the entrance of Shen Yingsi's courtyard, her heart pounded with anxiety.

Shen Yingsi was the Crown Prince, so the Zhao family naturally arranged for him to live in the largest and best courtyard. Yet, in such a large courtyard, not a single servant could be seen.

Wen Li calmed her breathing and stepped inside. Her gaze passed through the pool in front of her and landed on the room where Shen Yingsi was.

Thankfully, the lights were on.

As Wen Li approached, she finally saw Shen Yingsi's silhouette reflected in the window.

Wen Li was relieved that he hadn't run off. She was about to turn and leave, but as soon as she took a step, she felt something was wrong.

It's so quiet, there must be some big commotion going on!

Thinking of this, Wen Li immediately turned around, wanting to find out what was going on.

Wen Li crept furtively to the window, secretly poked a hole with her finger, and then carefully peered through.

The room was shrouded in fog, and the only light came from a few candles, which flickered from time to time, causing people's shadows to constantly change.

After Wen Li saw the situation inside the room clearly, she was so frightened that she immediately squatted back down!

This... Shen Yingsi is actually taking a bath!

Wen Li shook her head, trying to shake off the jumbled thoughts in her mind, but she couldn't control herself at all, and the image of a handsome man bathing kept appearing in her mind.

The room was dimly lit by candlelight. The boy was shirtless, revealing his strong and powerful back. His long hair was not completely loose, but some strands fell down his back. He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. Most remarkably, his skin was as smooth as jade.

The huge tub, big enough to fit three or four people at the same time, was constantly steaming.

Through the mist, the boy's figure seemed veiled, appearing at first glance like a celestial being descended to earth.

The protagonist's looks and physique are truly those of a god descended to earth. But has his demonic poison not yet taken effect tonight?

With a hint of doubt, Wen Li stood up slightly, crouched down, and carefully observed with one eye open.

But upon seeing this, her heart not only didn't relax, but instead felt tightened even more.

The boy's once smooth and sturdy back was now covered with scales. Countless scales, like new shoots breaking through the soil, crawled through the flesh and grew out of the body, bathed in the blood within.

The scales were originally silvery-white, but they were stained blood-red by the flesh and blood.

Looking from behind, you can't see the boy's expression, but you can see the movements of his hands.

He held a scale that was still dripping blood in his hand, and several more such scales had appeared in the small wooden basin beside him.

No wonder he hasn't bothered her these past few days; he's currently trying to suppress his demonic poison.

Wen Li unconsciously pinched her own flesh with her thumb, not even noticing the blood seeping out.

Wen Li admitted that she was emotionally detached, and that the rumors about her being ruthless were not entirely unfounded.

At the Wen family mansion, she strangled her own personal maid to death. At the Xuanling Sect, she watched helplessly as her teammates fell into a demon's trap while she fled alone. She didn't have deep feelings for the Jiang family; the lives of hundreds of Jiang family members rested on her shoulders, yet she selfishly chose to die.

Perhaps even her mother was angered to death by her back then.

She had a conscience, sometimes she did, sometimes she would save a dog on the street even if she had nothing else. Other times she would kick a beggar on the street.

But now, for some reason, she seems to have had a change of heart.

Before Wen Li could recover from her thoughts, a gust of wind swept in, the window suddenly opened, and her body was involuntarily pulled towards it by a force.

When she came to her senses again, she was met with Shen Yingsi's exquisite and beautiful face, like that of a jade-faced bodhisattva.

His hand easily gripped Wen Li's slender neck. Although his life was threatened, Wen Li was not afraid at all.

Wen Li's gaze fell directly on his bloodied and mangled chest.

"What, Miss Wen, haven't you had enough yet?"

He suddenly leaned down to meet Wen Li's gaze, a carefree and frivolous smile playing on his lips. Water droplets still dripped from his face, and a few strands of hair clung to his forehead. His frivolous and roguish demeanor was a stark contrast to his gentlemanly appearance during the day.

"Shen Yingsi, are you in pain?"

Wen Li suddenly spoke, her clear and bright voice traveling through the misty room like a pebble falling onto a calm surface of water.

His voice was still relaxed: "Miss Wen, what you said is interesting. Can't you see whether I'm in pain or not?"

Shen Yingsi's slender fingers gently caressed her neck, his gaze wandering as if he were about to strangle her at any moment.

"Get out if you don't want to die."

Shen Yingsi spoke harshly, but Wen Li only noticed that the veins on his hand, which was supporting him against the wall, were bulging, and the water droplets on his face were not water but cold sweat.

Wen Li's eyes unconsciously held a hint of guilt as she looked away, saying, "I'm sorry."

Wen Li had never had such a deep understanding of the evil she had committed. It was just poisoning; she had simply thrown poison into the food, and what happened afterward was none of her concern.

"sorry?"

Shen Yingsi's voice was filled with doubt, and even a sense of helplessness.

"Wen Li, have you ever regretted it all these years?"

Neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere in the room froze as they remained in that stiff position.

The answer was obvious: no. After all, only if he fell could Shen Yannan be promoted. But she had never actually thought about, nor dared to think about, what Shen Yingsi should do.

None of the people who died at her hands were truly innocent, but he was the only one who made her feel guilty.

Wen Li felt the hand on her neck quietly leave, but her hand was gently grasped. Those cold, slender hands led her hand to his blood-stained chest, then pressed down heavily, blood seeping through her hand.

He was the one in pain, but Wen Li felt a pang of anxiety.

Wen Li could clearly feel the solemn and powerful heartbeat beneath her palm.

"Wen Li, I want you to remember that this pain was inflicted on me by you."

So he doesn't regret it.