Chapter 42: Living in Your Own Fantasy
[High! Really high!]
Tianbao suddenly realized, "Master, you are slapping him in the face with money!"
Song Qing...Yuan ignored the system's flattery. She put down the book and walked to the cradle.
Shen Jingyu and Shen Mingzhu were sleeping soundly. Their little faces were healthy and tender due to the Marrow Cleansing Pill, and their breathing was steady and strong. Song Qingyuan stretched out her fingers and gently touched his cheek, her heart softening.
These two are everything to her.
As for the farce at Qingxin Cottage, it was nothing more than a brilliant firework on her road to revenge.
At this moment, Wen Yue, the heroine of Fireworks, had been held down by several strong maids. One maid was pinching her chin, while another was roughly pouring the bowl of bitter soothing soup down her throat.
"Ugh... no... let go..."
Struggle and resistance seem so futile in the face of absolute power.
The drug took effect quickly, Wen Yue's struggle gradually weakened, his eyes began to blur, and finally his head tilted and he fell into a deep sleep.
Shen Yanzhi looked at Wen Yue, who was carried back to the bed, with disheveled clothes, messy hair, and tears and the afterglow of madness on her face, with extremely complicated eyes.
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.
In the huge bedroom, only he and the unconscious Wen Yue were left. The air was still filled with the smell of medicine, powder, and the dust from the mess.
He walked to the window, opened it, and let the cold wind from outside blow in, trying to blow away the confusion in his mind.
He needs to calm down.
He needs evidence.
He couldn't convict someone based solely on his own speculation and Wen Yue's abnormal behavior.
"Someone come here." He said in a deep voice to the outside of the door.
A guard appeared silently at the door: "Your Majesty."
"Go and investigate." Shen Yanzhi's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed fatigue. "From the moment Wen Yue arrived in Beijing, every person she has come into contact with, every place she has been to, no matter how big or small, must be thoroughly investigated for me. Also, send someone to her hometown in Jiangning to investigate her background."
"Yes." The guard accepted the order and disappeared into the night in a flash.
Shen Yanzhi stood there for a long time, until the cool breeze completely blew away the dryness on his body, then he turned and left. He didn't even glance at Wen Yue lying on the bed, and walked straight out of Qingxin Cottage.
He did not return to his study, nor did he go to the main courtyard, but for some unknown reason, he walked towards Lanyuexuan.
He wanted to go see Song Qingyuan.
It's not about questioning or testing.
He just wanted to go and see what the woman he had once discarded looked like after experiencing the pain of losing her son.
Perhaps, through comparison, he can see more clearly who is human and who is a ghost.
Wen Yue woke up in dead silence.
It was not the usual tranquility with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, but a heart-wrenching silence, as if abandoned by the world.
The aftereffects of the tranquilizing decoction were strong, leaving her with a splitting headache and a throat so dry it felt like it was on fire. She propped herself up, sat up, looked around, and instantly gasped.
Everywhere he looked was a mess. Broken porcelain, torn paintings and calligraphy, toppled tables and chairs... The entire room looked as if it had been ransacked by robbers, a scene of devastation and chaos everywhere.
This was...she who did it?
Fragmented, frantic fragments of memory flooded into my mind like a tide.
She scratched Shen Yanzhi.
She pointed at everyone's nose and cursed.
She hysterically accused Concubine Xue and Song Qingyuan.
She smashed her most beloved bedroom like a shrew.
She also called Shen Yanzhi a hypocrite...
Each and every incident was so clear that it made her feel cold all over.
No, that's not her! That's a madman controlled by his inner demons!
She covered her face, her body shaking uncontrollably. It was over, everything was over. The gentle, kind, pure, and flawless image she had painstakingly cultivated for so long was shattered to pieces by her own hands overnight.
The last time Shen Yanzhi looked at her, his eyes were cold, disgusted, and full of scrutiny. He would never trust her again.
"System! System! Get out here!"
Wen Yue screamed frantically in her heart, "What happened to me? Why did it become like this? Didn't you say I was the chosen one, with the halo of a protagonist? Why did you make me become neither human nor ghost!"
[Beep—The host's mental state has been detected to be extremely unstable, and has seriously deviated from the main quest "Obtain 100% love value from the male protagonist Shen Yanzhi."]
The cold mechanical voice finally rang in her mind.
[Warning! Warning! The protagonist's love value has fallen below the critical point of 20%, currently at 15%, and is showing a continuous downward trend.]
[Warning! The host has been detected to be under attack by an unknown advanced spiritual causal weapon, causing damage to the soul and cracks to the protagonist's aura.]
[Emergency plan activated... Analyzing the source of the attack... Analysis failed, the opponent's energy level is too high.]
[Activate the final protection protocol... Consume three million points of system core energy, forcibly clearing all negative spiritual states within the host.]
The series of warning sounds gave Wen Yue a splitting headache. Before she could digest this information, an overwhelmingly powerful and cool energy suddenly erupted from the depths of her sea of consciousness.
That energy was extremely overbearing, like a high-speed purifier, peeling off, crushing and purifying the paranoia, madness, resentment and suspicion entrenched in the depths of her soul layer by layer.
"ah--!"
Wen Yue groaned in agony, curling up into a ball, her clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat. This process was a hundred times more painful than being poisoned, as if someone was holding a knife, scraping at her soul.
I don’t know how long it took before the pain of my soul being torn apart slowly subsided.
Wen Yue lay exhausted on the bed, gasping for breath.
The world is clearer than ever before.
The paranoid feeling she'd had before, where everyone she saw was an enemy and everything she heard seemed like a conspiracy, vanished without a trace. Looking at the devastated scene around her, she no longer felt frantic hostility, but endless regret and panic.
She remembered.
It’s Song Qingyuan!
From the moment she learned of Shen Jingyu's "death", her mental state began to become abnormal. That inexplicable impulse to destroy everything, that deep-rooted malice, was definitely not her own.
Song Qingyuan set a trap for her!
That bitch, she's not as simple as she appears! She knows how to use such sinister and treacherous tactics!
"System, Song Qingyuan's son... Shen Jingyu, is he really dead?" Wen Yue's voice trembled slightly.
This is the most crucial point. If Shen Jingyu is really dead, then she has a reason to explain her "abnormality" - she is hallucinating because of the huge stimulation and excessive grief.
But if...
[Beep—Querying the vital status of key figure "Chen Jingyu"... Query completed. Target's vital signs are stable. Health rating: Excellent.]
boom!
Wen Yue's mind was like being struck by a bolt of lightning, and everything went blank in an instant.
Not dead?
Shen Jingyu is not dead? !
Then wouldn't her previous self-righteous "revenge" and the "madness" that ruined her reputation become a complete joke?
Song Qingyuan was playing tricks on her from beginning to end!
She deliberately spread the false news that her son had "died in infancy" to lure him into taking action, and then used that unknown evil magic to drive her crazy, making her look disgraceful in front of Shen Yanzhi and destroying herself!
How cruel! What a venomous plan that kills three birds with one stone!
But she forgot that the death of Song Qingyuan's son was a scene she imagined when she looked at the sick child.
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