Chapter 50 The Evil Cat Princess Who Bewitched the Kingdom 11

Lu Wenjing was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said, "I am the emperor. I can be willful and disregard my reputation to defy my ancestors, but I must never disregard human life."

“Xie Rong, you are the cat I raised. I groom you and feed you every day. So even though I witnessed you rip out a living person’s heart today, I still protected you,” Lu Wenjing paused and said, “But this kind of thing cannot happen a second time. It must not be allowed to happen again. Do you understand?”

Xie Rong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Lu Wenjing, you are not fit to be emperor at all,” Xie Rong said lazily, clutching his stomach. “An emperor whose hands are not stained with blood cannot sit securely on the throne.”

"Don't think of yourself as too righteous. When I gouged out General Gu's eyes, I didn't see you feel any remorse towards him."

"If you were truly a good person, why would you keep getting involved with someone like me?"

"Time and time again?" Lu Wenjing repeated his words, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you're nothing but a hypocrite. They can't see through you, but I know it perfectly well." Xie Rong gave a wicked smile. "A disgusting hypocrite."

Lu Wenjing looked at him and smiled, without saying a word.

Xie Rong yawned, turned around and climbed onto the dragon bed, hugging the bright yellow quilt and taking over the entire bed.

Lu Wenjing followed him over, stood by the couch, and looked down at him with a serious expression.

This little mixed-breed cat has always had a bad temper. If you provoke him even slightly, he'll bar his teeth and claws and make a scene. But today, after being rejected, he's so quiet.

Lu Wenjing sat on the edge of the couch, took Xie Rong's hand in his, and casually looked him over.

The nails were trimmed into a rounded shape and were the same pink color as the cat's paw pads.

A cat that harms people's lives has no use for having the sharpest claws; it should be caught and severely disciplined in the Ministry of Justice's prison, and perhaps it will become obedient.

Lu Wenjing lowered his head, bit Xie Rong's index fingertip, and left a faint red tooth mark with a little force, only then did he feel relieved.

He picked up the cat demon who had forcibly taken over the entire bed, threw it inside, and then climbed onto the bed himself.

Lu Wenjing was awakened by pain the next day.

Xie Rong sat on him, pulled open his clothes, and his sharp cat claws cut a gash in his chest. He then lowered his head and eagerly licked the blood.

If there isn't enough blood, cut it a little more, then cut it a little more.

"Tell me, if I kill you now, won't it cause a huge mess?" Xie Rong blinked, licking the blood off his lips. "If it causes a huge mess, people will definitely die, right?"

Xie Rong, unusually restrained, patiently threatened him.

After all, he was going to do something really, really bad, something that would definitely excite him to the point of rolling his eyes!

Before committing a major evil deed, Xie Rong was naturally very clever to keep it a secret.

"Given the choice between three or four people dying a day and tens of thousands dying a day, do you know which would you choose?"

[Protagonist's Pain Level +5]

Lu Wenjing closed his eyes, then opened them again after a moment.

“Okay,” he said.

Xie Rong sat quietly by the couch, his tail wagging behind him, watching Lu Wenjing get off the couch and walk to the screen, where he picked up the dragon robe that had been torn into tattered strips.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said with malice:

"I really liked this dragon robe, but it didn't fit me and didn't belong to me, so I had to destroy it."

Lu Wenjing didn't turn around to look at him, "Liu Hai!"

Eunuch Liu was outside looking for the cat when his apprentice relayed a message, and he hurriedly ran back. "Your Majesty?"

"Go and find me some new clothes."

"yes."

After an incense stick had burned, Lu Wenjing dressed and left without looking back.

Another hour passed.

Lu Wenjing returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, followed by several imperial guards escorting prisoners.

He stopped in front of the screen, without entering the inner hall, and said calmly, "Send it in."

The deputy commander of the Imperial Guards hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, the Hall of Mental Cultivation is the residence of the Emperor. To leave prisoners here like this... I'm afraid..."

“Send it in,” Lu Wenjing said.

"Yes." Even if the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard felt it was inappropriate, he could not disobey the emperor's order.

Just a few days ago, His Majesty nearly beheaded Master Baohua with his sword in the Fengxian Hall. They dare not offend the Emperor's wrath again and risk losing their heads.

Before these four prisoners arrived, they were treated like piglets before being slaughtered, thrown into a large pot and washed clean with warm water, so as not to dirty the floor of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After the guards pushed all the prisoners inside, they all withdrew.

Lu Wenjing sat by the window, casually picking up a memorial and holding an imperial brush in his other hand. A drop of vermilion ink from the brush tip dripped onto the memorial, but he hesitated to write anything.

Behind him was a screen.

A splatter of scalding blood landed on the screen, but no screams were heard. Instead, the three surviving prisoners began to argue.

"Drink my blood first, it tastes better than theirs!"

"Immortal...no...Bodhisattva! My Bodhisattva, you will surely help me to be saved first, won't you?"

"What's the rush? I'll make sure you both reach paradise together."

Xie Rong chuckled softly. Even through the screen, Lu Wenjing could imagine how smug the cat was laughing after its wicked scheme had succeeded.

Lu Wenjing simply got up and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Before leaving, he coldly instructed the palace servants outside the hall, "No matter what commotion occurs inside the hall, anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy."

When he returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the bodies of the prisoners were piled up like a small mountain, and Xie Rong was leaning against the headboard, his face pale, his brows furrowed, and one hand covering his swollen belly.

Having eaten four hearts at once, the living energy inside was so abundant that it couldn't be converted into demonic power in time, and my stomach was about to burst.

"Come over here and rub my stomach." Xie Rong's brows were full of irritability as she glared at him.

Lu Wenjing walked over and sat down on the edge of the couch, his rough palms slowly kneading through the thin fabric.

Xie Rong had just calmed down a bit when she smiled and whispered in his ear, "These didn't taste very good, but they filled me up. I really have to thank you for that."

Lu Wenjing did not speak.

"I want it tomorrow too."

It's not just tomorrow; in the next three months, nearly a hundred death row inmates have had their hearts ripped out by Xie Rong.

Corpses were transported out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation every day, but the emperor's mouth was the tightest, and he always knew what he should and should not say.

The Imperial Guards had lost count of how many times they had brought cleaned prisoners to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

From his initial escape to today, Lu Wenjing can now sit calmly behind the screen and listen to what's happening inside.

But today seems to be a little different.

He turned his head and looked at the reflection on the screen.

Xie Rong sat on a prisoner's lap, his hand reaching into the prisoner's chest. Of the other three prisoners who should have been waiting obediently to the side, one of them was bewitched by the magic and secretly went up to Xie Rong from behind, lowering his head to smell Xie Rong's hair.

Then he lowered his head again, his lips seemingly about to touch Xie Rong's bare shoulder.

Lu Wenjing suddenly stood up and rushed into the inner hall.

"Jian—"

The emperor's sword, which was used to intimidate his ministers, was drawn and drew blood for the first time.

Xie Rong turned around, half-covering her surprised, wide-open lips with her fingertips, but the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably, and she finally couldn't help but laugh.

"You killed him? Didn't you want to be a good emperor? How could you be so cruel as to kill him?"

Xie Rong stared at the blood-stained sword, his pupils dilating with excitement.

[Protagonist's Pain Level +30]

Lu Wenjing pulled the sword from the prisoner's body, stared at him sideways, his eyes bloodshot: "Isn't this what you wanted?"