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The Mad Prince of the Capital? Kneeling at My Skirt’s Edge Asking for Training

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Chapter 22

The Mad Prince of the Capital? Kneeling at My Skirt’s Edge Asking for Training

To save himself, Shen Yong quickly spoke up.

“Zhiyi! Shen Yanyan is the real culprit here. Sell her to Northern Myanmar. From now on, our family of four can live peacefully together.”

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Shen Yanyan, disfigured and abandoned by Ji Yanli, now found herself being sold out by Shen Yong.

Furious, she lunged at Shen Yong.

“That’s right! It was my idea, but what kind of good person are you?”

“You’re even worse than Ji Yanli!”

“You two parents, fooled by an adopted daughter like me, nearly killed your own biological daughter countless times. Now that you’ve ended up like this, you think you can walk away unscathed? Dream on! If we’re going to die, we’ll die together!”

Shen Yong kicked her away. “Get lost!”

The once father-and-daughter pair, Shen Yong and Shen Yanyan, now fought viciously, each wanting the other dead.

Watching this second round of dogs biting dogs, Shen Zhiyi curled her lips into a faint smile.

“Weren’t you two deeply bonded as father and daughter? Then go together to Northern Myanmar.”

At these words, both Shen Yong and Shen Yanyan froze.

In that moment, regret overwhelmed them. They knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and admitting their wrongs.

“I was wrong, I was truly wrong. Shen Zhiyi, spare your father this once.”

“Sister, I was wrong. I’ll never steal your things or frame you again. Please don’t send me there.”

Witnessing their fate, He Ying was so frightened her legs gave way, and she knelt before Shen Zhiyi.

“Zhiyi, we’re family.”

Shen Zhiyi gazed coldly at the several people claiming to be her family.

“You don’t realize you were wrong; you just know you’re about to die.”

She raised her hand, signaling her subordinates to deal with the three of them.

As she stood up to leave, suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Her vision blurred, and Shen Zhiyi spat out a mouthful of blood.

In her daze, she seemed to see a figure rushing toward her.

Shen Zhiyi asked her System in her heart: [System, what’s happening to me?]

The System was equally anxious: [Host, your body is suffering from a serious illness with only two months left. Half a month has already passed, and your life is counting down. If you don’t quickly win over Lu Junyue and obtain his kidney, you’ll grow weaker and weaker until you die.]

After hearing the System’s words, Shen Zhiyi completely lost consciousness.

Before she fell into darkness, her figure was steadily caught and embraced in someone’s arms.

Lu Junyue held the pitifully light Shen Zhiyi in his arms, his brows furrowed tightly.

Even though he had been varying his recipes to nourish her recently, with all kinds of nutritious fish, meat, and soups never ceasing, it was as if she couldn’t absorb any of it.

She remained forever this frail.

Beside them, Ji Yanli stood frozen, his hands hovering mid-air, having caught nothing.

He had actually arrived here faster than Lu Junyue.

But he hadn’t been able to beat Lu Junyue to her.

Shen Yanyan, unwilling to be sent to Northern Myanmar, pinned all her hopes on Ji Yanli when she saw him.

“Brother Yanli! Save me!”

She cried for help, hoping he would save her life for the sake of their past relationship.

Shen Yong also hurriedly spoke up: “Ji Yanli, you have to save us! Shen Zhiyi saved your life, and I’m her biological father!”

Ye Jiayi, who hadn’t left, turned back upon hearing their shameless pleas.

“Pah! You still have the nerve to beg for help?”

She pointed at the three before her and directly reported them to Lu Junyue and Ji Yanli.

“These three are as vicious as snakes and scorpions! The mother tricked Shen Zhiyi into coming here, the father brought his adopted daughter and a group of men to rob Shen Zhiyi’s money, and they even planned to sell her off and violate her!”

Ye Jiayi recalled Shen Zhiyi vomiting blood earlier.

She added, “Perhaps Shen Zhiyi’s vomiting blood and fainting were also caused by them!”

As these words fell, the surrounding air instantly turned cold.

Ji Yanli roared angrily: “Guards, arrest these three and take them back to the Ji family!”

He intended to personally deal with them to avenge Shen Zhiyi.

Before the Ji family’s guards could approach Shen Yanyan, Shen Yong, and He Ying, Han Ming intercepted them with his bodyguards.

Lu Junyue held Shen Zhiyi in his arms, arrogantly declaring his ownership.

“Ji Yanli, Shen Zhiyi is my wife. Avenging my wife is my duty as her husband. There’s no need for you to meddle in this.”

The words “wife” and “husband” rendered Ji Yanli speechless.

Lu Junyue carried her into the car and, through the window, instructed Han Ming.

“Send Shen Yong and Shen Yanyan to Northern Myanmar. As for He Ying, leave her be.”

Everyone knew the methods used in Northern Myanmar.

The fate awaiting Shen Yong there would be a living hell.

As for Shen Yanyan, sending her there to serve clients—given the brutality of the people in that place—would also make her life a living hell.

As for He Ying, she was already critically ill with only a few days left to live. Leaving her to suffer from her illness alone, with her family ruined and no one to care for her, destined to die on the streets, was the best revenge.

“No!”

Shen Yanyan, unwilling to accept her fate, desperately screamed Ji Yanli’s name.

But this time, Ji Yanli didn’t even glance at her.

The Lu Residence.

When Shen Zhiyi woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Two people were sleeping by her bedside.

One was Lu Junyue, the other was Grandma Lu.

Her hands were perpetually cold.

But at this moment, her hand felt warm.

Because Grandma Lu had been holding her hand, warming it.

Shen Zhiyi felt somewhat dazed.

It was as if she saw a gentle-faced woman holding her hand, smiling and saying, “Why are our Yiyi’s hands so cold?”

At this thought, she withdrew her hand as if resisting the memory.

The movement woke Grandma Lu.

“Xiao Zhiyi, you’re awake. Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Are you hungry? Would you like some water?”

Lu Junyue also woke up and brought a cup of warm water, handing it to her.

Shen Zhiyi held the warm water, taking small sips.

Han Ming entered to report.

“Mr. Lu, Ji Yanli says he wants to see Madam.”

“…”

Lu Junyue was annoyed. Why was this man sticking to them like a piece of plaster, constantly coveting someone else’s wife?

“Throw him out.”

At the dining table.

Shen Zhiyi ate her meal in small bites.

Lu Junyue was deeply worried.

What could she eat to gain weight?

To help her gain weight and improve her health, he had hired over ten professional nutritionists to devise various recipes every day.

Yet she hadn’t gained an ounce.

Grandma Lu was also deeply worried.

When would her grandson and granddaughter-in-law make faster progress in their relationship! The condoms in their room hadn’t been used at all—it was driving her crazy!

Her future great-grandchild!

With this thought, both grandmother and grandson heaved a long sigh.

Shen Zhiyi looked at them, puzzled.

Grandma Lu gazed at Shen Zhiyi, growing fonder the more she looked.

Who wouldn’t love a granddaughter-in-law as docile as a kitten?

No! Happiness lies in one’s own hands!

If her grandson couldn’t manage it, then she, as the elder, would give them a push!

“Xiao Zhiyi, would you like to go shopping with Grandma this afternoon?” Grandma Lu extended the invitation.

Shen Zhiyi: “Grandma, I have plans with someone this afternoon, so I probably can’t make it. How about I accompany you shopping tomorrow?”

Plans—with—someone!

The moment these three words were uttered, both Grandma Lu and Lu Junyue froze.

Plans with whom? It couldn’t be Ji Yanli, could it?

Grandma Lu kicked Lu Junyue under the table.

Lu Junyue cleared his throat, “Your injuries haven’t healed yet. I’ll accompany you this afternoon.”

Shen Zhiyi declined with a smile, “No need, I’ll be fine on my own.”

Grandma Lu and Lu Junyue exchanged glances.

Just as expected—something’s fishy!

After Shen Zhiyi left, Grandma Lu went into full disguise mode.

She changed clothes, draped a silk scarf over her head, and wore sunglasses.

Lu Junyue: “…What’s this? Grandma, are you filming ‘The Disguiser’?”

Grandma Lu complained: “Why haven’t you changed into your gear yet?”

Lu Junyue: “Change gear for what?”

Grandma Lu said with complete seriousness: “To disguise ourselves and tail Xiao Zhiyi! Aren’t you afraid of that Ji Yanli stealing your chance?”

Lu Junyue snorted coldly, completely unconcerned.

“I, Lu Junyue, CEO of Lu Corporation, heir to the Lu family—how could I possibly stoop to such undignified behavior? All for a woman?”

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