At this moment, Wen Chenlu was surrounded by purple resentment, and her eyes were filled with desolation.

She kept drawing circles on the ground with her fingers, as if this curse could help her achieve her plan.

If she could, Wen Chenlu would like to make a straw doll and then find a silver needle to frantically poke at the straw doll with Yu Shiyue's name on it.

"Why did you fail again? You were so close... Chu Yuying, are you really that picky? What's wrong with the tea being a little hot? What kind of young lady has so many quirks?"

The resentment above Wen Chenlu's head grew even stronger.

In the bathroom, there is a one-way glass door, so you can see outside, but people outside can't see you.

This was discovered by Wen Chenlu by chance during the move, and thus a plan was born.

Wen Chenlu originally planned to poison Yu Shiyue directly, and then fake it as food poisoning.

This method is quite risky.

But she had been driven to the brink of desperation.

Various methods, various unexpected events, various approaches...

Wen Chenlu tried them all.

But each time, at the most crucial moment, it was disrupted by various unexpected events.

It's as if all the killing techniques I've learned are counterfeit or substandard products.

The methods that worked perfectly on others were all ineffective on Yu Shiyue.

Even the simple and brutal act of poisoning would be interrupted by Chu Yuying at the most crucial moment.

Grass!

For the first time, Wen Chenlu felt anger, and she was about to start cursing.

Wen Chenlu had been squatting in the bathroom for so long, waiting for Yu Shiyue to have a chance to drink tea. The tea was of good quality, made with the finest tea leaves.

But there's something wrong with the cup.

Wen Chenlu had coated the bottom of the cup with a layer of slow-acting poison beforehand. After being brewed with tea, the smell of the poison would be completely masked by the fragrant tea. As long as Yu Shiyue drank it, she would definitely be poisoned within two hours.

The reason she stayed in the bathroom was to observe, hoping to wait until Yu Shiyue had finished her tea before going out.

Unexpectedly, that wretched woman Chu Yuying suddenly brought something up...

The tea is too hot, should we change it?

"Change your mother, my foot!"

Wen Chenlu finally couldn't hold back and let out a string of profanities.

If it weren't for her principles and refusal to kill unrelated people, Wen Chenlu wouldn't have stopped Chu Yuying at all; she would have just let her drink it and be done with it. If she likes to take the blame for others so much, then she might as well just die herself.

But at the last moment, Wen Chenlu suppressed the thought.

Chu Yuying is innocent; there's no need to take her life.

Blue Rose only kills her mission targets and never involves unrelated people.

That's why Wen Chenlu rushed out, was forced to cancel the plan, and changed the cup, pouring her a clean cup of fragrant tea.

To be honest, Wen Chenlu was so angry at Chu Yuying's outrageous actions that she really wanted to kill her too...

After all, that was the closest I'd come to killing Yu Shiyue all day.

We were so close to succeeding.

"This is the first time I've encountered such a difficult target. I've used every trick in the book, but I still can't harm her in the slightest. And what's most bizarre is... Yu Shiyue not only lacks superhuman intelligence but also extraordinary strength. She's completely relied on luck to evade my assassination attempts so many times. This is truly..."

The resentment above Wen Chenlu's head almost solidified into a tangible form.

She experienced defeat for the first time.

If Yu Shiyue is a master and could easily defeat Wen Chenlu head-on, that's fine; she can use other methods.

If Yu Shiyue is a clever and shrewd person, capable of strategizing even from afar and seeing through Wen Chenlu's assassination plot, then retaliating, it doesn't matter; Wen Chenlu has other methods as well.

There was nothing Wen Chenlu could do about luck.

Luck is invisible and intangible, yet it can shatter all your efforts in all sorts of unreasonable ways, without any logic whatsoever!

In all her years in the industry, this was the first time Wen Chenlu had ever seen someone with such incredible luck as Yu Shiyue, and for the first time, she had the thought of giving up.

But soon, Wen Chenlu shook her head violently, putting the idea out of her mind.

"No... absolutely not! Young Master is the master of the Four-Colored Roses. Although we are servants and can only be concubines, who says there's no chance? As long as we eliminate all the women around Young Master, then he will be ours—a concubine in name, but a wife in reality!"

Wen Chenlu took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling, her resolve growing stronger.

Isn't it just good luck?

She simply refused to believe it!

...

Xinger Street, by the lake.

"Finally free..."

Xia Che cautiously glanced back, and only after confirming that he had shaken off the strange brown-haired woman did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, I just bought a book, why is there so much trouble?"

Xia Che wiped the sweat from his forehead as he ran and sighed.

They must be die-hard fans of the author. Considering the popularity of this book in Jiang City, it's not surprising that they have such die-hard fans.

But I'm sorry, I bought this book to give as a gift, so I can't just give it to any random person.

No one knew better than Xia Che how difficult his master was to deal with.

If the gift you choose doesn't suit your taste, you won't be able to untie the knots in your meridians.

The atmosphere in Jiang City is strange and turbulent right now. At this critical juncture, his meridians are locked, which makes Xia Che quite anxious.

Only by unblocking the meridians as soon as possible can one have some ability to protect oneself.

Although Xia Che never enjoyed any of the benefits the Xia family brought him, he certainly reaped all the bitter fruits.

According to the original owner's memories, although the comic book world is not like the world of those urban fantasy novels, which has all kinds of urban masters, its combat power level is still not low.

Furthermore, there are many aristocratic families or sects that possess bizarre methods that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Given the ruthless nature of the Third Master Xing, this man might just pull out a bunch of experts from some hidden corner and stab him in the back; that would be no fun.

"Phew... It's almost time. It's a bit early to go back now, but there's nothing else to do..."

Xia Che looked at the lake in front of him. It shimmered under the sunlight, but it didn't arouse any desire to play there.

He was never a playful person to begin with.

If possible, Xia Che prefers to stay at home.

Let's go back, I still have to go to Jiang Yu's house for tutoring tonight...

Thinking of this, Xia Che turned and walked towards the roadside, intending to hail a taxi to the station.

"Since there's nothing else going on, how about we make a bet? We'll bet on the autographed copy you got."

Suddenly, a crisp female voice, which made Xia Che's head throb, came from behind him.

"Damn it, you're really persistent! Didn't I tell you? I'm not giving you this book!"