The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 61 Jiangcheng 19 Shen Yingsi, Shen Yingdi

As dusk fell, Wen Li, arm in arm with Aunt Song, descended the mountain, and Zhao Sicheng's voice came from behind them.

"Wenli!"

Wen Li continued walking forward without slowing down.

Zhao Sicheng quickly came to their side: "Wait for me, we can go down together."

Wen Li snorted: "Zhao Sicheng, I heard that your family is famous all over the world because of the swordsmanship that your grandfather painstakingly studied. That's pretty impressive."

Mentioning this, Zhao Sicheng couldn't help but feel proud, as his grandfather was the number one cultivator in the world in his heart.

"They all say that my grandfather was highly perceptive, talented, and dedicated to his studies. He single-handedly made the Zhao family famous. He was a true hero!"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Song said, "Zhao Zhouyun is indeed a great hero, it is said that..."

Aunt Song glanced at Wen Li and paused.

Wen Li: "What do you mean?"

Aunt Song continued, "It is said that after Jiang Jingshan died, he single-handedly saved the people of a city from the clutches of the demon Jiuying."

Is it true that he single-handedly saved the lives of an entire city?

Zhao Sicheng felt sad again when he thought of his grandfather: "My grandfather was an unparalleled hero. He taught me from childhood to fight demons and uphold justice."

My grandfather was always silent in my memory, always busy with all sorts of things. He never had time to be close to the younger generation. But in the days before he passed away, he held my hand and kept giving me advice.

"Sicheng, your grandfather has helped you walk the right path. From now on, you must steadfastly continue on this path. Subdue demons and monsters, uphold righteousness, and our Zhao family will become a righteous and honorable family..."

"Zhao Sicheng."

Wen Li's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Your grandfather is so powerful, then let's have a match sometime and see which family, the Jiang family or the Zhao family, has a better swordsmanship."

Zhao Sicheng inexplicably sensed Wen Li's murderous aura. Had she and Mingzhu quarreled again?

He was indeed very curious about the Jiang family's swordsmanship. He found Wen Li's move in Mushan Town that day to be quite ingenious.

"Okay, you're pretty good, but I've improved a lot recently. Which day would you like to meet?"

Wen Li's eyes flickered, and she looked at him with a smile, "How about the day of your Zhao family's election?"

Zhao Sicheng said confidently, "Okay, that day it is."

He doesn't think he'll lose.

After they returned to their respective courtyards to rest, Wen Li realized that she hadn't taken her river lantern yet.

She returned to the hall but did not see the river lanterns, and none of the maids knew anything about them.

Unable to find her, he wandered around the Zhao residence under the pretense of searching for river lanterns, hoping to find something, but to no avail.

Unlike the Jiang residence, the Zhao mansion is much larger and filled with demon hunters, so Wen Li can't avoid them no matter where she goes.

Unable to find it, Wen Li could only go back to sleep.

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The next day, before dawn, there was a knock on Wen Li's door.

Wen Li opened the door and saw Aunt Song with a serious expression.

"Aunt Song, what's wrong?"

"A woman died at the gate of the Zhao residence."

"Was it killed by a human or harmed by a demon?"

"It's a demon; there's still demonic energy lingering at the entrance."

Wen Li frowned. The Zhao residence was heavily guarded. How could a demon dare to kill someone right under her nose?

"wait for me."

Wen Li quickly washed up and tidied herself up in her room, then went with Aunt Song to check on things.

As they passed through the Zhao residence, many servants had already woken up and were peeking out of their rooms, whispering amongst themselves.

"All of you, get back to your sleep! Stop spouting nonsense!"

Zhao Sicheng shouted from the front, and Wen Mingzhu ran up behind him, looking a little scared: "Brother Sicheng, what's wrong?"

Wen Li was puzzled; the death of a woman shouldn't have caused such a commotion.

Wen Li and Aunt Song stepped forward and saw that Zhao Sicheng's face was solemn.

Aunt Song asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that the servants had all retreated back to their rooms, Zhao Sicheng said, "Go to the door and you'll find out."

Where is Shen Yingsi?

"Also outside the door."

Wen Li and her group had just left the Zhao residence when Wen Li looked up at the sky, estimating that it was only early morning.

It was very dark, and the only light came from the torch in Zhao Sicheng's hand. Unidentified insects were chirping incessantly in the grass.

Upon arriving at the Zhao residence, Wen Li immediately spotted Shen Yingsi standing in the middle of the crowd with a gloomy face.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead, his eyes deep, dark, and unfathomable.

What was he thinking about?

As Wen Li approached, she saw a corpse covered with a white sheet, and several large characters written in blood on the two gates of the Zhao family.

The left side reads "Shen Yingsi," while the right side reads "Shen Yingsi."

So that's what he was looking at!

Wen Li subconsciously turned her head to see Shen Yingsi's reaction, but unexpectedly met his gaze.

His eyes were very clear, you could see right through them, and his calm gaze seemed to reveal a hint of vulnerability and collapse.

The gaze was so intense that Wen Li quickly looked away.

"Who did this?! This demon is too arrogant!"

Wen Mingzhu stomped her feet in anger and ran up to try to erase the words, but in fact they were not written in blood, but by sorcery, and Wen Mingzhu could not erase them no matter how hard she tried.

"It's sorcery, it can't be wiped off!"

"Then hurry up and tear down the door and burn it! What are you all standing there for!" Zhao Wenbai quickly ordered his men.

Seeing this, Zhao Sicheng asked his men with a stern face, "Where are the gatekeepers? Drag them out!"

Soon, the guards who were guarding the gate that night were brought forward and made to kneel on the ground.

"Did you see the monster clearly?"

Several guards shook their heads, trembling. The next second, the one in front was kicked to the ground by Zhao Sicheng: "Are you here to be decorations?"

Blood gushed from the guard's mouth instantly, and before he could wipe it away, he scrambled back to Zhao Sicheng's feet: "Young Master, Young Master, this isn't our fault! That woman was thrown in front of us, and we immediately went after her, but the demon had vanished without a trace. When we returned, we saw these words. That demon is definitely not an ordinary monster!"

The others quickly scrambled to the side of the guard who had spoken: "Yes, young master, that monster's cultivation is too high. Young master, please give us a chance!"

Zhao Sicheng glanced cautiously at Shen Yingsi, and seeing his expressionless face, he hardened his heart and said fiercely to the people below, "Drag them away and behead them to apologize to His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Young Master, no! Young Master! Spare us!"

Zhao Wenbai frowned and stepped forward, saying, "This...isn't that necessary? His Highness didn't say anything."

Zhao Sicheng frantically winked at his second uncle, because they needed to quickly express their opinion so as not to be implicated, since the second uncle hadn't said anything.

But Zhao Wenbai couldn't understand. He thought about how he had watched these gatekeepers grow up, and he felt a little reluctant to part with them.

So he shamelessly pleaded with Shen Yingsi, "Your Highness, these guards have always been very well protected. Today's incident was an accident. Your Highness, rest assured, I will give you an explanation tomorrow."

Hearing his second uncle say that, Zhao Sicheng was so angry he almost vomited.

"So, does Master Zhao think I deserve to die?"

The voice was cold, yet the tone suggested a serious inquiry.

Shen Yingsi lowered his head and glanced sideways at Zhao Wensong, and only then did Zhao Wenbai realize that he had committed a grave mistake.

"Your humble servant dares not! Your humble servant deserves to die."

Zhao Wenbai immediately knelt down and kowtowed. It was all because of the rumors outside; who said that His Highness the Crown Prince was understanding and approachable? It was also his fault; after spending these two days together, he truly believed it.

Zhao Sicheng immediately knelt before Shen Yingsi, pleading, "Your Highness, please forgive me!"

When the two heads of the family knelt down, all the members of the Zhao family present also knelt down: "Please forgive us, Your Highness!"

Shen Yingsi remained silent, and no one around him dared to speak either; the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Shen Yingsi exuded an aura of superiority, his eyes looking contemptuously at the people kneeling on the ground, making people hesitant to approach him.

Wen Mingzhu didn't dare to speak when she saw this; her fourth brother was a bit scary.

Wen Li couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer, so she went straight to Shen Yingsi and pulled Zhao Sicheng up: "We're all friends, don't just kneel down all the time. The most important thing now is to catch that monster, not to hold the living accountable here."

No matter how hard Wen Li tried, she couldn't move Zhao Sicheng. Helpless, she turned to look at Shen Yingsi.

Shen Yingsi received her gaze and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Ali is right. We are all friends. Get up, and you can handle the people yourselves."

Shen Yingsi seemed to have become the gentle and kind crown prince he used to be.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The Zhao family members stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Sicheng kicked the people on the ground and said, "Why don't you go to the dungeon and reflect on your actions?"

"Yes!"

The group scrambled away.

"Your Highness, two days. Give me two days and I will give you an explanation."

"You can still call him Fourth Brother. It's up to you."

After saying that, Shen Yingsi left the scene with Xie Xiao. Looking at Shen Yingsi's back, Wen Li felt that something was wrong with him.

Wen Li knelt down and slowly lifted the white cloth covering the corpse, revealing a face that Wen Li found somewhat familiar.

Wen Li froze. It was her, the woman who had found her hairband that day.