Chapter 39: The Inner Demon
Wen Yue returned to her elegant "Qingxin Cottage" and was in such a good mood that she almost wanted to hum a little tune.
She ordered the maid to bring hot water, and then she bathed and changed her clothes carefully. In the misty water vapor, she looked at her still pure and charming face in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.
Professionalism is professionalism.
A mere concubine of an ancient royal palace, even if she had a stunning face, her mind was filled with nothing but jealousy. How could she possibly defeat her, a "gold medal strategist" who had experienced several worlds and was well versed in human nature?
Once Song Qingyuan's son died, she completely lost her greatest support.
Next, as long as he whispers some words in Shen Yanzhi's ear and makes him completely disgusted with Song Qingyuan, and then finds a reason to send her to the family temple, no one in this huge backyard of Prince Jing's Mansion will be able to threaten him anymore.
As for the princess... she's a fat, bloated fool, much easier to deal with.
Wen Yue closed her eyes comfortably and began to review today's "performance" in her mind, wondering if there were any omissions.
[Host, your performance is perfect.]
The new system in her mind, a flat, emotionless electronic voice, gave her timely evaluation.
[According to data analysis, Prince Jing Chen Yanzhi's affection for you has increased by 5 percentage points due to this incident.]
"Only 5 points?" Wen Yue frowned in dissatisfaction. "That dead kid's life is only worth 5 points?"
Prince Jing's core emotional model is complex, with family affection playing a significant role. While his son's death was a significant blow to him, without definitive evidence pointing to the murderer, he's primarily consumed by self-blame and grief, which translates into a low level of compassion for you.
The system explained.
"Tsk, what trouble." Wen Yue curled her lips. "If I had known earlier, I would have poisoned Song Qingyuan directly."
[Warning: Directly attacking the main female supporting character in the plot is too risky and does not conform to the low-key behavior of the "Evil Female Supporting Character Counterattack Department."]
"Okay, okay, got it." Wen Yue waved her hand impatiently and stood up from the bathtub.
Just as she was wiping her body and preparing to put on her underwear, the corner of her eye inadvertently swept across the bronze mirror on the dressing table.
In the mirror, there seemed to be a blurry black shadow standing behind her.
Wen Yue paused and turned around suddenly.
There was nothing behind him except a carved screen, standing there quietly.
Are you dizzy?
She frowned, a strange feeling flashing through her mind. Perhaps she didn't sleep well last night and was too excited.
She didn't care too much. She put on her clothes, sat down in front of the dressing table, picked up a jade comb, and gently combed her long black hair.
But when she looked at the mirror again, her heart skipped a beat.
The self in the mirror had a pale face, two dark holes where her eyes should be, and a strange grin on the corners of her mouth, smiling silently at her.
"ah!"
Wen Yue screamed in fright, and the jade comb in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces.
She covered her face in horror, and when she opened her eyes and looked at the mirror, the person in the mirror had returned to normal, still that beautiful and innocent face, but now it was filled with panic.
Hallucination...it must be an hallucination!
Wen Yue gasped for breath, her heart pounding like a drum. She forced herself to calm down, thinking she must have been under too much pressure recently.
[Host, your heart rate has exceeded the warning level, adrenaline is being secreted rapidly, and your mental state is fluctuating abnormally. Do you need to exchange for a "Calming Pill"?] The system's voice sounded.
"How many points?" Wen Yue asked subconsciously.
【Price: 1,000 points.】
"Get lost!" Wen Yue cursed. She was now broke. She had spent all her 400 million points on those night pearls, and now her account couldn't even reach three figures.
This stingy system requires money for everything!
She took a few deep breaths and kept telling herself that she was just too tired and just needed to rest.
However, things did not turn out as she thought.
As night fell, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She could always hear some strange noises in her ears.
There were children crying miserably, shouting "Mom, it hurts so much..."
There was a woman's curse, whispering over and over again, "You took away everything from me, I want you to die miserably..."
There were also the men's sinister grins, those men who had been conquered, used, and finally abandoned by her. Their faces emerged one by one in the darkness, looking at her with poisonous eyes.
"No...it's not me! It's the mission, it's all the mission!" Wen Yue covered his head tightly with the quilt, his body shaking like a sieve.
These were the deepest secrets in her heart, the countless sins she had accumulated as a "strategist." She had always suppressed them deep inside, using "professional" and "mission" as excuses to never think about them.
But now, these things seemed to be released from Pandora's box and pounced on her ferociously.
The peace locket on her chest became icy cold at this moment, like a piece of cold iron branding her skin.
[Warning! Unknown mental intrusion detected! Source... Source tracking failed! This attack bypassed the system's defense layer and directly affected your soul!]
For the first time, the system's electronic sound showed data fluctuations similar to "panic".
"What do you mean? Didn't you say your defense was strong!" Wen Yue screamed in her mind.
[The other party isn't using technology or energy, but... causal weapons! This is beyond my ability to handle!]
Cause and effect weapon?
Wen Yue's mind buzzed and went blank.
What is this? There's never been anything like this in the system mall! Even the S-rank items at headquarters aren't this weird and powerful!
Who is it? Who is harming her?!
Song Qingyuan? Impossible! How could she, an ancient native, understand such things?
Could it be that an old enemy from the System Department has come to this world to take revenge on her?
Boundless fear seized her. She felt like she was falling into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by the wronged souls she had created.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!"
She threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, waving her arms wildly as if trying to shoo away something invisible.
"Bang!"
She knocked over the table, and teacups and china shattered all over the floor.
The loud noise startled the maid outside.
"Miss! What's wrong with you?" The maids were knocking on the door anxiously.
"Don't come in! Get out of here!" Wen Yue yelled hysterically. She saw countless bloody hands trying to reach in through the crack in the door.
She rolled and crawled into the corner, hugged herself and trembled.
At the same time, at the other end of Prince Jing's Mansion, Shen Yanzhi had just finished his official duties and was about to go see Song Qingyuan and his seriously ill son.
He was utterly irritated. His son's sudden illness, the doctors' helplessness, had left him, a father, tormented. Meanwhile, his new favorite, Wen Yue, had sent word that she missed the prince so much she couldn't sleep.
He seemed to have forgotten something about this woman, and his head started to hurt every time he thought of her.
He rubbed his brows, turned around, and decided to comfort Wen Yue first. After all, she was innocent and kind, and she was frightened, so she needed his comfort.
But just as he reached the gate of Qingxin Cottage, he heard a hysterical scream and the sound of broken objects coming from inside.
Shen Yanzhi's expression changed, and he rushed in with big strides.
"Your Highness!" The maids guarding the door were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.
Shen Yanyi kicked the door open, and the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly.
He saw that Wen Yue, who was as weak as water and pitiful as a girl in his impression, was now huddled in the corner with disheveled hair, her face full of tears and fear, her eyes were vacant, and she was muttering to herself.
"Don't come over here... Please, let me go... It's not my fault..."
"Yu'er!" Shen Yanzhi shouted in shock and stepped forward quickly. "What's wrong with you? What happened?"
Wen Yue raised her head sharply when she heard his voice.
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