Wuqi is only ten years old.

However, his ten-year-old self was quite different from that of ordinary people.

So Shufeng was praising Wuqi, saying that with a little nurturing, Wuqi would definitely be a very useful piece. But he couldn't keep Wuqi by Fengguang's side. He didn't want to... didn't want to see another man ten years later wanting to use the same method as him, choosing to get Fengguang at all costs.

"Young Master." Qi Yuan, who had appeared out of nowhere, walked over. He merely glanced coldly at Wu Qi, seeking instructions on how to deal with the child.

Shu Feng let out a short, low laugh. "Lord Shu, since you're here, why not show yourself?"

"Haha, I was just passing by." Shu Qiu emerged from behind a tree, fanning himself with a playful grin, showing no sign of embarrassment.

Upon seeing Shuqiu, Wuqi's expression turned even more unpleasant.

“Since the adults were just passing by, then I should take care of this child.”

"Oh, no, no." Shu Qiu quickly waved his hand, "Even if this child is a murderer, he must be brought back to the yamen for proper handling."

Shu Feng smiled, "Since you, Master Shu, have said so... then let's do it this way."

Shu Qiu couldn't believe that Shu Feng would be so agreeable. He asked uncertainly, "Does the young master really intend for me to take Wu Qi back to the yamen?"

"Didn't you say you would handle this impartially?"

"Yes...yes, yes." Shuqiu hurriedly said to Wuqi, "Come back to the yamen with me."

Wu Qi stubbornly said, "I'm not going to the yamen."

Shu Qiu was furious. "Don't forget, you're a murderer now."

“I know… it’s like what’s played on stage; once you’re labeled a murderer, you’ll never be able to hold your head up in front of the world again.”

“You knew that, yet you still killed so many people.” Shu Qiu shook his head. “That was five lives, five children about your age.”

"They deserve to die." Wu Qi raised his head and shouted, "Yes, I have no father, but I know propriety and shame. So what if they have fathers and mothers? Aren't they still arrogant and domineering? I killed them to rid the people of a scourge!"

He didn't sound like a ten-year-old child at all when he said those words.

Wu Qi said, "I don't think I did anything wrong. I did nothing wrong. Why do you all think I did something wrong, just like my mother?"

Shu Qiu, unusually serious, said, "Even if they are not good people, killing someone is no small matter."

"I don't need to listen to your lectures!" Wu Qi suddenly pulled out a dagger from his pocket. He coldly swept his gaze over everyone present. "You adults are all hypocrites. No one in this world can judge me!"

Shuqiu shouted, "Wait, Wuqi!"

He was a step too slow. Soon, Wu Qi slit his own throat with a dagger, blood splattering everywhere. He fell to the ground, and before he breathed his last, his eyes suddenly flickered, as if a person who had lost consciousness had come back to his senses. He looked at the white-robed, white-haired man who resembled a god, his pupils dilated, and finally, his eyes widened in fear, never to close again.

Shuqiu rushed over and lifted the fallen boy up, but he could no longer feel the boy's breath.

"What a pity." Shu Feng sighed softly, a look of pity on his face.

Shu Qiu looked at Shu Feng, who was holding a child's corpse in his arms. He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A sudden evening breeze arose, and Shu Feng coughed a few times. Qi Yuan said, "Young Master, it's time to go back and take your medicine."

"Go back now." Shu Feng nodded slightly to Shu Qiu. "Lord Shu, I'll take my leave now."

Before Shuqiu could respond, Shufeng had already gone far away with Qiyuan by his side.

The two guards at the entrance of the Xia residence, who witnessed the entire scene, remained focused and their expressions did not change.

Shuqiu seemed to understand something more. When he left the capital, His Majesty had said to him, "Unless absolutely necessary, you must not get too close to him."