After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Downstairs of the restaurant, Wen Chuben and Qi Ziyuan were walking on the street. At first, everything was fine. The two of them were chatting and laughing and nothing happened. They just ran into Huang Jian.

It wasn't that Huang Jian had any conflict with the two of them, but Huang Jian caused trouble and Wen Chu and Qi Ziyuan went to mediate.

On the street opposite the restaurant, there was a porridge tent. Some farmers who had suffered from the drought and had no food at home lined up here to drink the imperial porridge.

The only thing released by the court was solid porridge, but it was easiest to get some fat from the relief food, so after being touched by layer upon layer of officials' hands, the porridge turned into water.

Too sparse.

Whose life can be saved by eating this porridge?

Huang Jian did not wear his fifth-rank official uniform when he went to the disaster relief tent. He first mingled with the crowd and queued up to get porridge. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, he finally got the porridge. When he took the porridge and looked at it, he realized that it was just water. At first glance, it was clear and light, with only a little white color so it could not be called water.

Huang Jian knew how much grain was allocated to the palace, so why was it so poor that there was not even a few grains of rice. Huang Jian put the porridge on the table and snatched the spoon from the person who was distributing the porridge. The person was not paying attention, and perhaps he did not expect Huang Jian to cause trouble, so he actually let him snatch it away.

Huang Jian picked up the soup spoon and stirred the porridge twice. He said angrily: "Is this porridge? What's mixed in it? Is it rice or sand?"

He scooped up the things that had sunk to the bottom, and there was actually a lot of sand mixed in with the rice.

Those people were greedy for food, so they took the rice and mixed it with mud and sand. What kind of porridge is this?
Mud porridge?!
The soldier distributing porridge also realized that Huang Jian was here to cause trouble, so he snatched the soup spoon from his hand and cursed: "If you want to eat, eat it. If you don't want to eat, get out. Do you know where this is? This is the grain left by the government. If you are dissatisfied, go to the palace and tell someone!"

This porridge was donated by the palace. Even if it is not good, the people will just think it is the fault of Emperor Linghui. What does it have to do with them?
Huang Jian knew what they were thinking. He said, "The emperor approved it, but you guys brought it here! The emperor would mix sand in the rice, and you dare to make up the emperor's right and wrong like this!"

The soldier saw that Huang Jian was a tough guy and was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he pushed him and said, "Get away from me! If you want to cause trouble, or want to eat rice and meat, just go somewhere else. You have no share here! Who dare you to interfere here?"

Huang Jianhan laughed, "Why do you care who I am? You just need to know that I dare to manage here because I can manage!"

Huang Jian didn't say who he was, but he said he could control what. He didn't elaborate on his identity, but this did make the soldier think more. Judging from his behavior, he didn't seem to be lying. He might really be a high-ranking official.

But if he was really a high-ranking official, would he have the time to care about them? As far as he knew, those who were famous in Kyoto didn't have the time to do so.

Thinking of this, he calmed down a little, and asked, "Don't be so arrogant here. If you are really a famous person, I will pay for your rice out of my own pocket!"

"Who wants your rice? Call out your superiors. I want to see who your master is. The emperor's private storehouse has produced a lot of rice, and the national treasury has also been moving bags of rice out. How come when it comes to you, it becomes rice mixed with sand? Is this reasonable?"

Huang Jian had a loud voice, which immediately attracted a lot of people's attention. The people around him were also looking at him.

His words really touched their hearts. It was already a disaster year, and who could bear to eat so much? Within three days, everyone would be pale and thin from hunger.

They didn't even have the energy to agree with Huang Jian. His words touched them to the heart. Some of them were so sad that they even wiped away their tears.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the soldier raised his hand and called the people around him to try to attack Huang Jian. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Huang Jian as if warning him, saying, "Stop talking nonsense here. What do you want to do? Who sent you here? Come on, someone is inciting a civil uprising and stirring up the people. Take him down quickly!"

Huang Jian saw that they were about to make a move on him, so he shouted, "I was sent by the heavens! What? You dare not admit it? You want to arrest me?! I can even make trouble in front of the emperor! Are you going to shout? I have to see who is pretending to obey and who is treating me as a borer in the Zhao Dynasty!"

Huang Jian is really desperate for his life. He has offended too many people by doing this.

Those people were frightened by Huang Jian's desperate aura, and for a moment they didn't dare to move.

The leader said sternly, "Why should we be afraid of him? At most, he has evil intentions and wants to disrupt our Dazhao. He is taking advantage of the crowd to cause trouble. It is not too much to kill him! Catch him! I will take responsibility if anything happens!"

If Huang Jian really continued talking, it would be a big disaster.

After hearing this, those people were no longer indifferent and drew their swords. However, Huang Jian still refused to give in. He kicked over the bucket of porridge, splashing the porridge everywhere and forcing those people back for a while.

He continued, "Alright! Catch me! Kill me! I will be a gentleman who is trying to clear my name today. You can kill me today. But I tell you, I don't care if you kill me. It's just a worthless life. I'll give it to you. But you can go back and tell your master that if you are greedy again, I won't be the only one to die in the future!"

The gentlemen and villains who seek to gain reputation that Huang Jian mentioned are those who deliberately do things to gain reputation in order to be recorded in history. The terms "gentlemen and villains" were mostly used to mock people at that time.
He is called a gentleman, but actually a villain.

In the eyes of those people, Huang Jian made such a big fuss today just to clear his name.

The leading officer snorted coldly and drew the sword at his waist, "You want to be a gentleman and a villain, but I won't let you."

He finally gave the order, "Do it!"

Everyone surrounded Huang Jian.

But at this critical moment, when Huang Jian was about to be captured by those people, Qi Ziyuan stepped forward.

He said: "Who dares to move!"

"My aunt is the queen, and my father was General Zhaowu who pacified the war in the northern border. I grew up in the northern border and served as a general. Now that I am here, who dares to touch me?"

Family background is indeed enough to save face at a time like this. After hearing this and seeing Qi Ziyuan's determination to fight to the death, those people did not dare to move for a while. If a fight really broke out, they would not dare to touch him.

If they fight with the Queen's nephew, and the Qi family really uses this to make trouble, their lives will not be enough to pay for it.

When Qi Ziyuan stepped forward, the others stopped.

Although the leading officer put away his sword, he still asked, "What does our business have to do with General Qi?"

Qi Ziyuan asked, "What's your business? If you really want to make a scene in the palace, then just arrest the person. I will go to the palace and tell you what happened today. I will tell you how the rice porridge turned into mud porridge."

Qi Ziyuan was born fierce. After all, he was a general who had killed people on the battlefield. When he was intimidating people, he was quite oppressive.

The man was really frightened, and didn't dare to say anything for a moment, he just said: "Young General, you also know what things should be taken care of and what things should not be taken care of."

"Are you threatening me?"

Qi Ziyuan spoke up, stopping him from saying anything. He didn't dare to offend Song Yusheng because of many restrictions, but he was afraid of the He Party. They were already hostile, so why should he be afraid of a falling out?

If he didn't offend them today, wouldn't the people from the He family come to fight with them?

How come he can't do anything about this matter?

Wen Chu hid in the crowd and watched them quarreling. She knew that those people did not dare to offend Qi Ziyuan openly. This matter would not last long and they were bound to be defeated. With Qi Ziyuan around, Huang Jian and the others could not take him away.

Wen Chu didn't dare to show up for the time being. After all, if someone really found her here, she would be drowned by someone's spit.

But things don't always go as we wish. The more you fear something, the more likely it is to come.

Wen Chuben was concentrating on watching what was happening over there with Qi Ziyuan, and she didn't know where a gust of evil wind came from, and the veil on her head was blown away by the wind.

Someone in the crowd pointed at her and shouted, "Huai He! Huai He is here!"

Wen Chu was stunned, she felt that everyone around her was looking at her, and for a moment she even forgot to move. When she came to her senses again, she saw that they were looking at her with malicious eyes.

Wen Chu cursed inwardly, who the hell is this! How can someone recognize him like this?

Even though people in Kyoto knew that Huaihe had returned, not many had seen her, and it was such a coincidence that she was recognized.

Coincidence or what?
Most likely, he was harmed by someone again.

Qi Ziyuan also noticed the movement on Wen Chu's side, but when he turned around, he saw that she had been surrounded.

I don't know who started to curse first, "Yes! It's her! If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be like this! If it weren't for her, it wouldn't rain!"

If it doesn't rain, what does it have to do with her?
"That evil concubine caused Prince Li's rebellion. Now that you've come back, the sky won't rain. Are you the one who caused the trouble? If it weren't for you, how could we be in such a state where we can't even eat?"

"This kind of witch should have been killed just like that witch concubine. Why did she come back to harm people for no reason?"

Wen Chu was surrounded by the crowd, pointed at and questioned, and she felt she couldn't breathe.

Qi Ziyuan wanted to push through the crowd to pull Wen Chu out, but he was pushed away by the people who were surrounding him and couldn't get in no matter what.

He listened to their cursing and became so angry that he wanted to chop them in half with his sword, but his remaining rationality told him not to do that.

He shouted to stop them: "Shut up! All of you shut up! If it doesn't rain, go and settle with God. Why scold her?"

But Qi Ziyuan's voice could not stop the people's resentment at all. Their criticisms did not subside at all, but even became more intense. They wished they could kill Wen Chu directly to offer a sacrifice to the gods.

"Why would a disaster come at such a time? Why does it come at such a time? As soon as she comes back, a disaster will happen. Who else could it be but her?"

"Even if you die, it is God who wants you to die. The Imperial Observatory has said that a witch has come to the world and people are living in misery. Why don't you just die? Why don't you just die! It's you. My child starved to death not long after he was born. Why didn't you die?"

It was as if all their suffering was caused by her alone, and as long as she was alive, they could not bear it.

If his child starved to death, should he blame her? Why not blame those who distributed mud porridge and those who greedily took the relief grain?

Why should we blame her for this?

Wen Chu looked at these people of all kinds, all of whom were cursing at her, spitting everywhere, and some even hit her.

Wen Chu couldn't stand it anymore, so he squatted on the ground and covered his head with his hands.

What does it have to do with her? What does it have to do with her?
They punched and kicked her, and even though Wen Chu wanted to argue, she was met with even more intense questioning from them.

Seeing Wen Chu being bullied like this, Qi Ziyuan reached for the sword at his waist, wanting to take action.

But before he could say anything, he heard a chilling voice.

"If anyone moves again, I will kill him."

This clear voice, although not loud, instantly drowned out the waves of voices around it.

As soon as this voice came out, the surroundings instantly became quiet. For a moment, those who were still shouting and cursing fell silent, and those who were still making movements also stopped moving instantly.

Looking in the direction of the person who was speaking, I saw Song Yusheng, dressed in white brocade clothes, standing aside with a long sword in his hand.

The evil wind lingered for a long time, and Song Yusheng's hair fluttered in the wind. The sun shone behind him, and at this moment his face seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow. This banished immortal looked like a bloodthirsty demon.

He walked slowly forward, and everyone made way for him, fearing that the sword would really kill them.

No one expected that the eldest son of this aristocratic family could say such words.

Isn't it said that he is kind, modest and polite?

Song Yusheng walked step by step towards Wen Chu, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.

The surroundings seemed to have quieted down at this moment, and only dead silence remained between heaven and earth.

Qi Ziyuan wanted to stand in front of Wen Chu and prevent Song Yusheng from getting close to him, but for some reason, his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and he couldn't move at all.

If he wanted to move, why didn't he move first? Why did he hesitate and consider everything? Why was he one step behind Song Yusheng? He didn't know why he didn't dare to move forward now, because he still didn't have the determination of Song Yusheng, who had never considered her.

Qi Ziyuan just took into account the injured civilians, but he didn't know that they were hurting Wen Chu.

Now, it was too late for him to draw his sword.

It would be too much to stop Song Yusheng again.

He is always like this, wise after the event.

There were so many opportunities in front of him, but he always regretted it.

Always a step behind.

Qi Ziyuan couldn't move his whole body, as if he was under a spell, he could only watch Song Yusheng approach Wen Chu little by little. At this moment, he was actually thinking meanly that if Song Yusheng made any annoying move, he would use his sword to drive him away.

But he didn't seem to.

Song Yusheng walked up to Wen Chu. The crowd dispersed and he could only see that she was still squatting on the ground, curled up into a ball with her hands protecting her head. The veil on her head had fallen to the ground and her hair was a little messy. She looked quite embarrassed.

Wen Chu only felt bursts of roaring in her ears, and their voices seemed to be covered by a layer of cover, reaching her ears sparsely. She was no stranger to the shouting and complaining in her ears. She often heard them when she was young, and she has heard them from the past to the present.

The words they used to scold her were always the same over and over again. She thought she had gotten used to it, but when they pointed at her and scolded her like that again, she found it was still so unbearable.

What did she do wrong? She just went home, why was she scolded like this?

They said that the Prince Li Rebellion happened because of them, but weren't they the ones who suffered the most in the Prince Li Rebellion? Her mother died and she suffered such inhuman torture, but why did they put all the blame on them?

There is nothing wrong with all the people in the world, the fault lies only with them.

In this way, they are still kind people, and their sufferings have a place to vent.

Does it matter whether they are wrong or not, and do they care?

Wen Chu didn't know when it started, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and all the noisy sounds fell silent.

She looked up and saw Song Yusheng standing in front of her with a sword in hand.

The fair face and the black and bright eyes were all red at this moment, and the eye sockets were red, but she didn't cry. But this look made Song Yusheng's heart seem to be grabbed. Don't cry, don't cry.

He wanted to just kill those people. Why did they do such a thing? Why did they speak so badly of her?

She is the kindest woman in the world. Why do they say she is a witch?

But he knew that he couldn't kill them. Even if they said that to her, she would still be angry if he killed them.

Song Yusheng didn't dare to squat down and touch her. He tried his best to restrain the urge to hug her and comfort her. He was afraid that his touch would make her unhappy.

He squatted in front of her, with a smile on his face, trying to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, it's not your fault. Disasters happen every year, and that's normal. There's no dynasty or generation in history that hasn't experienced these things."

Song Yusheng's words reached Wen Chu's ears, and she seemed to have never expected him to say these words to her. Song Yusheng was really not an ordinary person to her, but what he said now, she thought that there would be thousands of people who would say the same thing to her, and she never thought that Song Yusheng would say such words.

He was cold-hearted and these words of comfort were totally unlike anything he would say.

Wen Chu was actually stunned for a moment at this moment. She thought about their last meeting in Kunning Palace, which was not a very pleasant experience.

But she thought again, people like Song Yusheng are always smart. If the tough method doesn't work, he will try another approach. She must not be deceived by his current kind appearance.

Wen Chu's distant gaze hurt Song Yusheng even more.

She would never forgive him.

But before he could say anything else, some brave people nearby refused to give in.

"It's true that there are disasters every year, but why did a disaster happen as soon as she came? And you still say it has nothing to do with her! ! It is said that the Dali Temple Chief Justice is the most fair. Now he is speaking for this witch. Is there a private affair?"

Song Yusheng is such a cold person, but when he spoke to Wen Chu, he was a little servile. Anyone with a discerning eye could see how differently he treated her.

Song Yusheng stood up and looked at the man who spoke. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

But before he could take any further action, Wen Chu grabbed his sleeve.

She didn't want to owe him anything, nor did she want to have any unspeakable relationship with him. What happened today was just a scolding. She had been scolded enough.

At worst, I can just curse back.

Wen Chu adjusted her mood quickly, rubbed her red eyes, and quickly returned to her previous expression. After she stopped Song Yusheng, she let go of his sleeves and looked at the person who spoke.

He was a young man, probably in his twenties, not very tall, and judging by his clothes, he looked like an ordinary citizen.

She asked him, "It's my fault. If it doesn't rain, should I be blamed?"

The man said as a matter of course: "What else? If not you, who else can I blame?"

Wen Chu smiled and said, "Okay, so if no one else is to blame, then you're going to blame me."

Just now, those people swarmed over and surrounded her. Even if she wanted to argue, she couldn't say anything and could only let them insult her at will.

But now, she finally had the chance. Wen Chu couldn't stand this anymore. She couldn't stand being scolded without fighting back.

The man didn't seem to expect that she had such a temper. Judging from her appearance, she didn't look like someone who would talk back.

He was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted and said stubbornly: "It's your fault. If it weren't for Concubine De's harm to the country and the people, Prince Li would never have had the opportunity to take advantage of it. Now that you have returned to the capital, how could there be such a natural disaster!"

Many people around him echoed his words, and the man instantly became more confident.

"It's my fault. You keep saying it's all my fault! I've been away from the capital for several years. I haven't enjoyed food and salary, nor have you bowed to me. I haven't become a princess even after returning to the capital. Why do you want to put all the blame on me when you suffer? Well, you blame me for the drought this time, but then the natural disasters in the past few years were not disasters? Who are you going to blame? Natural disasters are natural disasters. If they are natural disasters, why do you have to blame others? What's your intention?"

They always like to blame people for things like natural disasters. Before Wen Chu came back, he was Emperor Linghui. After Wen Chu came back, he became Wen Chu again.

The man was choked by these words.
The people on Fang Xiu's side told them that Wen Chu was going out today, and asked them to wait for the right time to pick a fight. Just when things were almost done, Song Yusheng suddenly showed up. Who could have thought that although Wen Chu looked young, he was so decisive in his actions and would not let them suffer any humiliation.

His mouth was not as sharp as Wen Chu's, but he relied on his numbers and it was the best thing for him to cause trouble when the people were angry.

He started to act like a scoundrel, crying, "Look! We've suffered so much that you still don't complain. You've got good food and clothes, but what about us? What have we done to offend anyone? We rely on the crops for food all year round. If we don't have food to eat, how can we survive? Aren't you trying to drive us to death?"

Qi Ziyuan couldn't stand it any longer. He said, "She is the one who pushed you to death! Why don't you see who gave you the muddy porridge? Didn't the emperor's disaster relief grain go down? You blame her for the natural disaster, so why do you blame her for the man-made disaster too? You dare to tell me about Prince Li's Rebellion. You dare to say that she deserved the punishment she suffered during the rebellion!"

The more Qi Ziyuan spoke, the more angry he became. He wanted to go up and kick him, but the man just fell to the ground and started crying, "He's beating me! He's beating me! The Qi family's little general is beating me!"

When he made such a fuss, all the unreasonable things seemed to be reasonable, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

The people around also began to point fingers at Qi Ziyuan.

Qi Ziyuan sneered, drew his sword and said, "Well, if you are looking for death here, I will kill you today! It won't be wronged."

Qi Ziyuan wanted to take action but was stopped by Wen Chu.

Qi Ziyuan was so angry that he wanted Wen Chu to move aside, but Wen Chu said, "It's useless for you to kill him. I will be scolded even more."

If Qi Ziyuan really killed the person in front of him, wouldn't Wen Chu be branded as a femme fatale again? And then Qi Ziyuan would be implicated and would be branded with a bad reputation along with her.

The man was originally very nervous because Qi Ziyuan was holding a sword, but when he saw Wen Chu come out to stop him, he was completely relieved. He was sure that they would not dare to really do it, so he dared to be so fearless.

But it didn't take long for the anger to rise again. He saw Wen Chu took the sword from Qi Ziyuan's hand and walked slowly to him.

All the crowd could see was the woman in a goose yellow dress, holding a sword, walking up to the man.

There was even a hint of a smile on her face, and her hair fluttered in the wind.

When the man saw Wen Chu's expression and looked at the sword in her hand, he couldn't help but shiver for a moment.

If Wen Chu wanted to kill him, he felt he could really do it.

After all, a cornered dog will jump over the wall. If she is pushed to the limit, killing a person is nothing.

The man watched Wen Chu getting closer and closer to him and wanted to retreat, but Wen Chu did not give him the chance. In the blink of an eye, the sword was already against his neck.

"They say I'm a witch, and everyone wants to kill me to vent their anger. They blame me for not raining. Then I'll say that it's because God can't stand scum like you living, so he sends disasters every few years."

She pointed her sword at an old woman who had just beaten and scolded her, and said, "I said that it was because you were unlucky that God refused to rain. Then, can you all just die too?"

The old woman scolded her: "You are a witch, everyone knows it, don't try to slander us and drag us down with you!"

Wen Chu laughed, "'Everyone knows', you are everyone? So, if you want to die, I have to die too?"

The old woman was pointed at by a sword, and seeing Wen Chu's half-smile, she inexplicably felt a little nervous.

Wen Chu had a sharpness that was not common at her age. She pointed her sword at people, and although she was smiling, there was an indescribable chill in her eyes.

She suddenly laughed and looked at the people around her with sarcasm. Some people looked at her with disgust, and some looked at her as if she was a lunatic.

Wen Chu didn't know why she was laughing. She thought they were funny, and she was funny too.

Even now, I am still moved by their words.

Heaven has forsaken her, and all the people have forsaken her.
Isn't this something we've known for a long time?

Wen Chu felt that God was bullying her. Why did a severe drought occur as soon as she returned home?
This gave those people another opportunity to embarrass them.

Her father and brother were being forced to kill her to appease the wrath of heaven. And she was being condemned by thousands of people.

She thought again that God had never been kind to her, from childhood to adulthood.

But today, she had to go against this evil God.

She wanted to bet.
Take a gamble.

She had indeed cast a divination before, wanting to know when it would rain, but the divination was very vague, only saying that it might rain in the next few days.

She looked up and squinted her eyes, but she could see that it was still a sunny day. The afternoon sun was blindingly bright, and it was very hot on people's bodies.

She wanted to bet that it would rain today.

She put away her sword, looked at the people around her, and asked with a smile, "If it doesn't rain, you will say I am a witch. If it rains, won't you respect me as a goddess?"

As soon as Wen Chu said this, a huge storm arose.

goddess? !
How dare she.

Someone asked, "You are crazy! How dare you say such a thing?"

Wen Chu didn't think there was anything wrong. She asked back, "Why are you the only ones who can insult me ​​as a witch? What if I respect myself?"

"I just want to ask you, are you willing to make a bet with me? If I can't pray for rain today, you will kill me and I will die. If I pray for rain, from now on, if you dare to insult me ​​or my mother again, you will never be reincarnated in this life, and you will be struck by lightning forever!"

"I ask you, do you admit it?"

It was unknown when the smile on Wen Chu's face disappeared, and only clarity and determination remained in his eyes.

The sound resounded through the trees and stopped the moving clouds. At this moment, her voice was so clear, and only the momentum of fighting to the death remained.

She wasn't kidding.

If it doesn't rain she will really die.

Such determination frightened everyone around.

Although they also wanted her to die to appease the wrath of God, they didn't know what to do when they heard her say such words.

They all looked up at the sky at the same time, but today's sky was just like the previous few days, so how could it rain?

The man who had always been stirring up trouble was delighted to hear this. "Okay, if it really rains, we will honor you as a goddess, but if it doesn't rain, you, a witch, will die!"

Qi Ziyuan was frightened by Wen Chu's words. He said, "Don't be like this. It's unnecessary to fight with them. If it doesn't rain, you'll die!"

Qi Ziyuan's eyes turned red with fright when he saw Wen Chu's determined look.

Wen Chu smiled and said to him, "It is necessary. If I cannot pray for rain, I will be willing to die. I will accept the name of a witch. Now that things have come to this, I can no longer swallow this anger."

"Qi Ziyuan, I'm not afraid, so don't be afraid either."

Qi Ziyuan refused to do so. It didn't look like it would rain that day. It was obvious that she was going to die.

Qi Ziyuan wanted to pull Wen Chu's hand and leave, but Song Yusheng stopped him.

Seeing that Song Yusheng was still trying to get involved at this time, Qi Ziyuan wanted to brush his hand away, but Song Yusheng's attitude was also very tough. Qi Ziyuan was already frightened by Wen Chu's words. Seeing that Song Yusheng was so persistent, he shouted directly: "If you don't stop her, what else can you do! If she wants to make trouble, are you going to join her? You will die, don't you know!"

Song Yusheng didn't show any emotion after being scolded. It was the first time he was so calm. He said, "Trust her. Nothing will happen."

If she becomes a goddess, he will be her most loyal believer.

But what if she died?
Then he would die with her.

Ever since Wen Chu was shot and injured last time, Song Yusheng realized that if she really died, he would have a hard time living.

In the past, Song Yusheng didn't know what the meaning of life was. He just lived the same life day after day, year after year. Such a life was boring and wore down one's mind. He also regretted greatly that he listened to Emperor Linghui and came out to help him find Wen Chu.

Even though his life was hanging by a thread that time, even though he almost died, he now thought that if she hadn't picked him up and brought him home, he would have died.

He doesn't want to live, he has no faith.

The only thing he was afraid of now was her. He was afraid that she would die, but he was even more afraid that she would never want him again, so he respected her and believed in her.

She is not afraid of death, so neither is she.

Song Yusheng knew that Wen Chu was not only angry with others, but also with the suffering she had endured over the years.

Why, why does God treat her like this, never letting her live in peace.

She wants to gamble, and gamble to the end to see if she can win.
She admitted that she couldn't win.

But if she wins, she will defeat heaven.

(End of this chapter)