"Brother, how can this be the same? Today is New Year's Day!"

Seeing that her brother wasn't necessarily happy, the little girl became unhappy as well, and retorted.

"If you like it, you can keep it yourself."

Xiao Jiu felt uneasy seeing that Cen Xi still had a calm demeanor and seemed unwilling to talk to him.

Cen Xi naturally saw it, but she had already made up her mind that from now on she would only care about his eating, drinking, defecating and sleeping, and not care about anything else. She would let him do whatever he wanted, since he didn't treat her as his mother anyway. She had already done more than enough.

Actually, Cen Xi initially intended to teach him a lesson, but whenever she did something nice to him, he would hurl insults at her, calling her a slut and a rotten person.

She asked herself honestly if she had ever wronged him, so why should she put up with his awful behavior? She decided to let him do what he wanted.

If it weren't for his mother's body, given her vengeful nature, this kid would have been skinned alive, let alone made into clothes. If he could even get a single thing from her, that would be a feat in itself.

She was always like this at the company; although she didn't have many friends, she was happy to be at ease.

Aside from the two bosses she had to bow down for a pittance, the only people she needed to serve were these two little brats, and one of them was ungrateful.

Cen Xi was furious just thinking about it, and she found Liu Jiuyi increasingly unpleasant to look at. To prevent her bad mood from escalating, Cen Xi picked up a zither, said "You can play by yourselves," and climbed onto the roof beam.

The two little devils were still arguing inside. Cen Xi didn't think of stopping them. She knew that Liu Jiuyi should know his limits and wouldn't really make Xiaoyu cry. He would only do his best to make her cry. So she just played the Love Song.

She missed home. At this moment, she missed Ms. Li's serious and rigid face, her father's submissive way of serving her mother, and she also remembered how she used to bicker and argue with them when she was a child.

But these are all things that can only be cherished in memory now.

Cen Xi's emotions were completely consumed by grief, so she did not sense any danger approaching.

Although she had transmigrated to this unknown world, she believed she would never get involved in any unnecessary conflicts. She was quite satisfied with being a peasant girl; at least this identity wouldn't involve the scheming and vying for favor that female protagonists in those melodramatic modern novels did. She just needed to earn some money to live a comfortable life.

So when the cold knife came slashing at her, Cen Xi's mouth opened into an "O" shape. What kind of operation is this? What are they doing?

Why did he draw his sword against her?

Could it be that her body has some hidden identity?

Was she a runaway queen? Or a runaway princess? Or perhaps a princess consort or a wealthy young lady?

What kind of plot is this?!

As she dealt with the situation, she tried to figure out what her body was actually.

After thinking it over, she realized that her former soul had long since left her body, and even if she asked her ancestors eight generations back, they wouldn't answer her.

So Cen Xi had no choice but to calm herself down and focus on dealing with the assassins who were attacking.

Damn it, modern times are definitely better. Time travel never brings anything good.

Fifteen minutes later, Cen Xi was exhausted. It was clear that her martial arts skills learned in modern times were too weak. Her meager fighting skills were no match for these rigorously trained assassins. In desperation, Cen Xi could only quickly pluck the strings of her zither and play the tune she used to deal with the yamen runners.

Cen Xi's expression was extremely solemn. She didn't know if she could escape the assassins' pursuit today, but she could only do her best and hope that this divine song could save her life.

As the music began, the assassins were initially able to hold out for a while, but the melody was too frenetic and eerie.

An hour later, the fifty assassins and Cen Xi both collapsed to the ground. The difference was that Cen Xi was exhausted, while the assassins were paralyzed by Cen Xi's strange music.

"Whose people are you working for? Why are you trying to kill me?"

Cen Xi, holding her zither, coldly questioned these people.

"The one who wants you dead is indeed a witch."

The leader said angrily.

"What did I do to you, or your master? What right do you have to kill me? Huh?"

Cen Xi got up from the ground, snatched the knife from the man's hand, and held it to his neck angrily.

"Kill me if you want, but don't even think about getting any information out of me."

The man looked heartbroken and clearly very unhappy that he hadn't killed Cen Xi.

"Oh ho, you want to die, huh? I won't let you have your way. I'm going to turn you into my man, my assassin, and then go kill your master. Look at your strong physique, you'd be a good henchman. How could I bear to let you die?"

Cen Xi originally wanted to kill the man with a single blow, but seeing how eager the assassin was to die, she didn't want him to die so easily.

"You're dreaming, you vixen. I'd rather turn to ashes than be used by you."

The man glared at her, his eyes filled with anger.

Do you really want to die?

Cen Xi asked very seriously.

"You'd better kill me, or I'll tear you to pieces."

"Tearing him to pieces is a good idea. We'll try it out later. You don't have any suicide poison hidden in your mouth, do you?"

Cen Xi thought for a moment. She had read so many novels, and the usual way assassins appeared was by killing people ruthlessly. If they couldn't kill, they would commit suicide with poison. Could this guy be doing the same thing?

"You... I'd rather bite my tongue and kill myself."

"Okay, come on! Perform one for me, girl. I've never seen anyone actually bite their tongue to commit suicide in my life. I've only seen actors do it on TV. I'm very curious, really very curious."

Cen Xi's eyes were shining brightly, waiting to see a great show.

"You...you're shameless!"

“I’m shameless, and I’ll get even more shameless next. Little Fish, go to Granny Li’s in the kitchen and get some salt. I want to marinate the meat.”

Cen Xi gave the assassin an evil smile, then spoke to Xiao Yu inside the room.

"Mother, I... I can't get up."

The little fish was lying on the floor inside the house, and it tried to turn over several times but couldn't.

"Oh, then I'll go by myself!"

Cen Xi remembered that in her haste, she hadn't protected them. Clearly, they were just like the assassins outside, and everyone in the manor had once again experienced being unable to move.

Cen Xi went to the small kitchen, grabbed two bags of salt, and quickly returned to the crime scene. After swiftly silencing all the assassin's men, she approached the assassin who had claimed to be fearless and said:

Are you sure you want to enjoy dying a gruesome death, torn to pieces?

"Witch, my master will not let you go. He will definitely avenge me in the future, and you will die a terrible death."

"Oh? How I die is none of your concern. You'll find out how you die very soon."

After Cen Xi finished speaking, he picked up the knife and slashed around his body, then carefully sprinkled salt on his wounds.

"Ahhh!"

After Cen Xi's actions, the man lost all ability to argue and could only howl in pain.