Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Chapter 105 Rot

The Dali Temple Prison was also a place where people were divided according to their status, so Ren Baozhi was naturally assigned to the cell for commoner women.

The Dali Temple mainly detained criminal officials from central government agencies and prisoners captured by imperial decree, so the women's prison here seemed a bit empty and unusually quiet.

The few prisoners that came by occasionally had disheveled hair and unkempt faces, making it difficult to see their faces.

They just sat there blankly on the haystack, not reacting at all when they saw someone coming, as if they had already accepted their fate in despair.

Ren Baozhi was roughly pushed into an empty cell. After the guard left, she looked around and took a quick look.

The cells in front, behind, and around her were all empty, the doors were locked with iron locks, the ground was wet and cold mud, and it emitted a pungent fishy smell.

The prison was dark, with only a few small windows on the wall letting in some light.

The small windows were built high up on the wall, with one window every few meters. The window frames were separated by wooden bars, and the light was dim.

Ren Baozhi sat in the corner of the cell, carefully thinking back on her words and actions today. Every expression and every answer she made had been practiced countless times yesterday. Even if there were any flaws, they should not be a big deal.

Now I just hope that there won’t be any more problems with Yunjia and Chen Lanyue.

She had already informed them of Chen Gongzheng's death, saying that after the three of them fell unconscious, no one rescued them. Later, Princess Qianqiu found them and brought them back.

Tell them to just answer truthfully when the time comes.

They knew nothing about the truth of the case, and they had truthfully confessed everything that happened before they fell into a coma, so there was no problem of inconsistency in their statements.

Originally, Ren Baozhi wanted to bury Chen Gongzheng's body, but she chose not to do so.

Chen Gongzheng was covered in blood. Without the help of the man in black, if she rashly touched the corpse again, she would probably end up making things worse.

The sudden disappearance of an imperial official was a serious matter, and once investigated, there was no escape.

Ren Baozhi always likes to take the initiative, so this passive waiting is really tormenting for her.

She hugged her knees and looked out the window. A black bird flapped its wings and flew across the sky. The bird's feathers were so black, as black as the night sky on New Year's Day.

After talking with Li Qixi yesterday, Ren Baozhi went to Chen Mansion. In the servants' room, her long sword was stained with blood for the first time.

She remembered the killing method taught to her by the man in black, and while the servants were sleeping, she raised her knife and swiftly ended their lives.

She was an excellent student, and had already mastered how to strike with precision, kill silently, and how to prevent blood from splattering, leaving as few traces of herself as possible.

Although she didn't know how much these servants knew about the relationship between her and Chen Gongzheng, she had to do this in order to minimize the possibility of the truth being exposed.

She had already forgotten how many people she had killed that night. Five? Ten? Or maybe twenty?

Maybe she would be afraid if she killed one person, but after killing so many people, she became numb and just kept repeating the same actions like a tireless machine.

But when she quietly came to the dormitory where the servants rested, the blood-stained long knife hesitated in her hand.

Her mind, occupied by slaughter, regained clarity for a moment. She had eaten the food cooked by these servants, used the clean water fetched by these servants, and walked on the ground swept by these servants...

But what can she do?

She had no way to retreat and could not look back. Since she had chosen to walk on the tightrope above a cliff, all she could do was move forward.

She must remove any obstacle that prevents her from reaching the other side, otherwise, she will be the only one to be shattered.

Sorry, she no longer has time to worry about whether these servants know about it.

But all she could say was sorry.

After Chen Lanyue and Yunjia were interrogated, they were also taken into the cell by the jailers. In order to prevent the suspects from colluding in their confessions, the jailers not only imprisoned them separately, but also stuffed cloth strips in their mouths.

Chen Lanyue's tears had dried up yesterday. The three of them were silent, but the emotions in their eyes were different.

Chen Lanyue might still believe the lies made up by Ren Baozhi, but after more than ten years of family feuds, there was nothing she didn't understand.

Ren Baozhi saved them from Chen Gongzheng's hands. The lives of both mother and child were given by Ren Baozhi. All she can do now is to help Ren Baozhi survive this disaster.

They were silent in the cell, and at the same time, everyone in the princess's mansion was also silent.

Jiang Jingfeng locked himself in the house and felt like a walking corpse.

She seemed unable to accept the fact that Ren Baozhi was imprisoned in Dali Temple Prison. Without Ren Baozhi, she seemed to have lost all her strength. She didn't know what to do or what she could do.

She sat at the desk as usual, but the hand holding the pen could no longer write a single word.

The young man who saved me from danger, who treated others with care and consideration, and who talked with me all night long, just disappeared from my sight.

Will her light be obscured and hidden by the dark walls and roofs, just like her former self?

Jiang Jingfeng looked at the thread-bound book in front of her. She could feel that her body and soul were also disappearing along with the sunlight.

This world is dark and dirty, a hollow piece of rotten wood, and they are rotting inside.

It's rotten, messy, and completely collapsed.

Thousands of truths and opinions collapsed in Jiang Jingfeng's mind like a landslide, splashing countless emotions.

Unable to calm down.

She seemed to have lost control of her pen. On the contrary, the pen had broken free from its restraints, taking control and carrying her hand across the paper.

The pen tip roams freely on the paper, throwing away all constraints. The pen does not know what is parallelism, what is neatness, and what is rhyme.

The pen only writes what it wants to write.

The handwriting is as sloppy as a child's graffiti, the word order is unclear and full of contradictions, it is messy and not neat at all.

Chaotic and disorderly, balls of anger are burning on the paper. All man-made rules cannot contain the flames of anger, because anger is the long-accumulated dissatisfaction with the rules!

Yundu knelt before the Buddha, clasped her hands together, and prayed with tears in her eyes: "Amitabha, please bless my Anu to return safely."

She had been kneeling before the Buddha for a whole day and night, hoping that the Buddha could protect her Anu and help him overcome this difficulty.

However, the Buddha did not respond to her. On the contrary, she even heard the Buddha's sneer.

It seemed as if he was mocking her plea and her naiveté.