The yandere is too beautiful; the fake heiress sneaks kisses through the window every day.

After explaining things to Lu Zhenxi, Jiang Yu suddenly felt much lighter and skipped off to find the Empress.

Jiang Yu ran upstairs, and as soon as she stepped onto the stairs, a hand reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her close and trapping her between the wall and the arms.

"Empress~" Jiang Yu looked at the person in front of her with bright eyes.

"He's good to you? He cares about you? You begged him to save you? He's a good person?" Shen Ji's face darkened with each word he spoke, and by the end he was practically gritting his teeth.

Shen Ji stared intently at Jiang Yu's expression, as if he would instantly turn dark if she showed even the slightest reluctance or attachment to Lu Zhenxi.

Jiang Yu looked at him, and then suddenly laughed, "Empress, you're jealous."

"I didn't." Shen Ji's expression changed, but he stubbornly retorted.

"Your Majesty, if you're jealous, you should just say it openly. I'll listen to what you have to say," Jiang Yu coaxed softly with a gentle smile.

Shen Ji turned his gaze back, looked at the little girl's smiling face, and pursed his lips.

Hugging the timid Empress, Jiang Yu smiled and coaxed softly, "Empress, I love you, I love you the most, I only love you."

The sudden triple confession stunned Shen Ji. He was stunned for a while before he hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck and completely enveloping her in his arms.

After a long while, he raised his head and gently bit her pretty earlobe.

The next second, she whispered something in his ear.

"You said it, you can't go back on your word."

Her sexy, husky voice was melodious and pleasant, yet it sounded like a devil's whisper.

He will love me for the rest of his life, love me the most, and can only love me.

Jiang Yu didn't know when Lu Zhenxi left, but she heard from Wang Ma that he was distraught and seemed to have lost his soul when he left, so she strongly suspected that there was something unclean in the house.

So she put on her nun's habit, and hung a silver cross and a string of garlic around her neck.

He took a Bible, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and began to recite the scriptures.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

He's so crazy that even passing dogs have to take a second look at him.

Jiang Yu, who had just passed by and glanced at the scene: (๑•̌.•̑๑)ˀ̣ˀ̣

Seeing her stop, Shen Ji, who was holding her hand, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like someone was just cursing me." The Empress looked left and right in confusion.

Strange, I clearly felt someone cursing at her just now, but I can't see anyone.

Shen Ji looked at Jiang Yu, who was looking around with a complicated expression, and a trace of heartache appeared between his brows and eyes.

The little girl seemed to be getting sicker; she was even experiencing auditory hallucinations.

When Rong Shan returns, we need to ask who that authoritative doctor for treating mental illness is, and take her to see him as soon as possible.

Rong Shan suddenly sneezed, rubbed her nose and wondered: Who is thinking about me?

A doctor suddenly sneezed, touched the back of his head which suddenly felt cold, and wondered: Who is thinking about me?

At night, Shen Ji brought hot milk back to the room and saw the little girl sitting on the bed staring blankly at the glass jar filled with colorful stars on the table.

He walked over.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ji glanced at the glass jar and asked, puzzled.

Jiang Yu stared at the glass jar and shook her head.

Seeing her absent-minded look, Shen Ji gently cupped her face and turned her to look at him, his movements gentle yet forceful and domineering.

"Drink your milk, it's time for you to go to sleep." Shen Ji lowered his eyelashes, his light-colored eyes gazing deeply at her, coaxing her gently.

Jiang Yu took the milk and obediently drank it.

"Good boy~" Shen Ji praised with a doting smile.

Shen Ji put the empty cup aside, covered Jiang Yu with the blanket, and gently patted her to soothe her, "Good baby, go to sleep."

"Your Majesty, if someone wanted me dead, what would you do?" Jiang Yu lay on the bed, looking at him calmly, and asked calmly.

"I'll kill him first." Shen Ji said with a smile, gently patting his hand as he spoke the bloody words in a tender tone.

"What if he has already succeeded?" Jiang Yu asked again.

Shen Ji's smile froze for a moment, but his voice remained gentle and pleasant, "Little darling, this assumption is invalid."

"What if it works?" Jiang Yu insisted.

Seeing her serious gaze, Shen Ji's lips gradually fell into a smile. His deep eyes stared at her intently, his tone calm yet revealing a hint of madness.

"Little Darling, tell me who it is, and I'll go kill him right now."

Jiang Yu looked at him, blinking her soft, cute eyes.

"Actually... I dragged him down with me and we both perished."

Jiang Yu blinked, and Shen Ji blinked too. The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Shen Ji smiled indulgently and praised without reservation, "My little darling is really amazing."

"But next time you have a dream like this, remember to call me. I'll kill him for you, okay?"

Looking at the Empress, whose face was beaming like a playful child, Jiang Yu retorted with a stern face, "I wasn't dreaming."

"Mmm, I hope I'll be in every dream of yours from now on." Shen Ji smiled indulgently, not only being perfunctory but also secretly seeking benefits for himself.

The Empress was so angry that she turned away and refused to speak to him anymore.

Jiang Yu lay on her side in bed, looking at the glass bottle on the table by the window, her thoughts drifting away again.

When she first woke up, she told Jiang's mother that she had been dumped in the swimming pool, which couldn't be considered a lie, since jumping in herself could also be considered dumping a body.

After calming the little girl down, Shen Ji picked up the empty cup and left the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, his face instantly turned gloomy and cold. He took out his phone and dialed Tingfeng's number.

"Go and find out who wants to harm Xiaoguai, don't miss a single one."

"And all the people who bullied her before have been dealt with."

Tingfeng, who had just lain down to sleep, sat up with dark circles under his eyes: ●‿●

That's how it's always been for working people—they don't work hard, they just have a miserable life!

When Shen Ji returned to the room, Jiang Yu was already asleep. He gently got into bed, afraid of waking her.

He carefully approached her, leaned down to gaze at her face, gently brushed the stray hairs from her cheek, and patted her softly to make sure she was sound asleep. Then he went to the foot of the bed and lifted a corner of the blanket.

Looking at the snow-white little feet, his gaze first fell on the delicate ankles, his fingertips gently caressing them, and then his gaze gradually moved upwards, landing on the faint scar on the calf.

He pursed his lips, recalling her conversation with Lu Zhenxi during the day, his eyes darkening.

Although he was jealous and disliked Lu Zhenxi, he felt even more sorry for her back then.

If I had met her sooner, if I had been the one she asked for help, would these scars have remained on her body?

Xiao Guai saw him as a lifeline; what right did that incompetent man Lu Zhenxi have? He didn't deserve it.

A hint of murderous intent and obsession flashed in Shen Ji's sinister eyes.

He held Jiang Yu's feet as if they were precious treasures, and gently kissed the scars on her ankles and calves.

It's okay, this body will never have another scar again.