Chapter 3 Can't a commoner kill you?
Guan Zhiwei clicked her tongue. The system was really annoying; it was growing inside her head. She wished she could just dig it out.
Go home to save your energy.
The journey was not peaceful; people dressed as government officials were searching everywhere, though it was unclear what they were looking for.
But nobody glanced at her; nobody was interested in her.
She drifted back to her home like a ghost, and as soon as she pushed open the door, she felt a strange atmosphere.
"Don't move."
The room was dark, and there was no oil lamp.
A panting person was behind her, pressing something hard against her; it must have been a knife.
The man held her hostage, but he seemed to have lost all his strength, almost hanging on her, weak and powerless, as if he had lost all his energy.
“My family is very poor, we have nothing for you to rob.” She sighed, “We don’t even have a meal.”
"I'm not a robber..."
The man was breathing heavily, the strong effects of the drug feeling like waves of heat washing over him.
It took immense willpower for him to manage to escape the Grand Tutor's mansion.
He never imagined that the Grand Tutor, who was known as the leader of the upright and honest faction, would resort to such despicable means, actually drugging him and forcing him to continue his bloodline.
All of this is because His Majesty is now in his twenties and difficult to control, and the Grand Tutor wants to install a young son to take control of the government.
He could not let the other side succeed; His Majesty's situation was already precarious.
A sliver of moonlight quietly streamed in, illuminating the empty window and the floor covered in silver frost.
He looked at her slender neck and asked, as if to confirm, "Are you a woman?"
Guan Zhiwei nodded: "Yes."
He made up his mind to resolve this problem before his sanity crumbled.
Or rather, at this moment, he has lost all reason.
He sheltered her in his broad arms, bracing himself with both hands, trapping Guan Zhiwei between his shoulders and the wall.
The woman from the common people was mediocre and vulgar; normally, she wouldn't even be worthy of being his maid. But now that he'd been forced into this situation, she was safe. Or rather, she was insignificant and wouldn't be discovered. At worst, he could kill her after he was done, and that would be the end of it.
He desperately tried to convince himself to sleep with such a woman.
This is trampling on his dignity.
He accepted it in humiliation.
The man, panting heavily, approached Guan Zhiwei's neck.
With the nation destroyed and his family ruined, only he stood up to save the day—Prince Yang Zanghui of the Great Zhou Dynasty. As the last hope of the country, he was betrayed by villains, drugged with aphrodisiacs, and used his last strength to escape the crisis, breaking into the home of a commoner woman…
The system's chanting hadn't finished yet.
The prince's life ended.
Guan Zhiwei stole some materials from the blacksmith's shop and forged herself a very thin fingernail knife. She turned around and slashed it at the prince's neck, as gently as a lover's caress.
Before the prince could react, blood gushed out before him, spraying out in a magnificent arc on the wall.
Guan Zhiwei squatted down in advance.
She praised herself for her quick thinking, having dodged a blood spray.
He instinctively covered his neck and managed to utter a difficult question: "Are you... an assassin sent... by the Grand Tutor?"
No.
The body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Guan Zhiwei retorted, "Can't I kill you?"
The common woman can only lie on the cold ground, becoming your tool for sexual gratification, watching you high above, offering cheap pity.
The Prince of Zhou died with his eyes wide open, seemingly unable to close them in peace; it's unclear whether he heard anything at all.
【ah--】
The system emitted a screeching sound, like a groundhog.
Guan Zhiwei picked at her ear, "It's so noisy."
You killed another one of my male protagonists.
"This is the second time you've acted as a pimp. Can you change the male lead?"
Of course you can! Whoever you like, that's the male lead.
Guan Zhiwei suddenly realized: "So that means if I kill one, you can send another one."
The system let out a loud "Aww!" after being reminded of this.
Why did you suddenly kill him?
“I initially thought he was a thief and didn’t intend to kill him. But when he tried to kill me, I sensed his murderous intent.”
The system lamented, "That's because he hasn't slept with you yet. Once he has, he'll be too fond of your warmth to kill you. He'll give you some money to keep quiet; that's enough for you to live a good life."
Guan Zhiwei sneered: "Payment for prostitution?"
[It's a legitimate relationship. You have a one-night stand and get pregnant. Although he looks down on you, you'll give birth to his only heir, a miniature version of him, intelligent and clever. Wait, you might even give birth to two, three, or six children at once.]
Giving birth to six children at once is truly chilling.
The system said it so naturally, as if it were praising how wonderful Guan Zhiwei's uterus was.
[Then you suddenly become rich and beautiful, and the gentle male supporting character falls in love with you. But you don't like gentleness; you only like his coldness and ruthlessness. You two go through a lot of trouble and misunderstandings, and eventually he falls for you and becomes your devoted follower. In the end, you sleep together happily.]
"Go to sleep for a second."
He's handsome and powerful; if you don't want to sleep with him, then there's something wrong with you.
"Idiot."
Guan Zhiwei was too lazy to say anything. Stripping this noble prince naked, his clothes and golden crown should be quite valuable.
[Ugh! How could you look at someone other than your lover's naked body?! Even if he's dead, he's still a man!]
Guan Zhiwei took a deep breath and said tactfully, "You're an idiot."
The system asked in confusion: "Why do you call me that so affectionately?"
Guan Zhiwei was also puzzled: "Is calling someone an idiot a sign of affection?"
[Silly boy, little silly boy, this is a bit ambiguous, you don't like me, do you?]
Guan Zhi squinted and said, "Fuck you. You parrot me."
"I want to be friends with your mom." Why do you want to be friends with my mom? I don't have a mom.
Guan Zhiwei understood; the system has a profanity filter to prevent contamination.
That's really interesting.
Any kind of chaotic plot is acceptable, but swearing is not allowed.
Guan Zhiwei wanted to tidy up the room, so she grabbed the noble prince by the hind legs, dragging him like a dead pig, leaving a winding trail of blood.
I acted impulsively.
The bloodstains were dirty and would give her away.
A thought suddenly struck her: "Do we have any tokens of our love?"
The system said, "The sachet he always carried with him."
A sachet appeared in Guan Zhiwei's hand. The embroidery was quite exquisite, and it contained some broken flower petals, but there wasn't a single copper coin inside.
Poor and stingy.
She tossed the sachet aside, lay down on the wooden bed, and went to sleep.
The next day, the blood had dried up, and the body was as thin as a sheet of paper. The ground was soaked in blood. It was still spring and not hot, but it was still necessary to deal with the body as soon as possible before it started to stink.
Now she has to go to work.
I can't work without eating, so I made a fragrant vegetable porridge early this morning.
Each person received a large bowl, and Yao's wife, Sister Ning, stood by the stove serving them.
Sister Ning looked Guan Zhiwei up and down, clicking her tongue in amazement. "I heard him say that you're quite capable, such a small person with such strength. Did you learn anything or is it a family skill? What do your parents do?"
"I don't know, my parents are dead." Guan Zhiwei appeared directly in the empty house, so she probably has no parents.
Ninety-nine experiences told her that if she transmigrated into the body of a royal relative, she would most likely have a mother but no father; if she transmigrated into the body of an official or a wealthy family, she would most likely have a father but no mother; if she transmigrated into the body of a poor commoner, she would most likely have both parents dead; and if she transmigrated into the body of both parents, at least one of them would be a scoundrel.
There's no need to rush if you have parents; they'll be gone sooner or later anyway. After all, parents are sacrificed to heaven, and their power is boundless.
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