Sick Young Master on the Homeward-Bound Ship

A figure appeared out of thin air. It was Zhou Mei, the Little Demoness.

Zhou Mei glared fiercely at him. "It was already outrageous enough that you could sense my presence. How did you know I was still pulling a long face?"

"There was an air of bitter resentment in the air."

"Bitter resentment my ass, this is the air of fury!" Zhou Mei exploded completely. "You entered the capital for three days and four nights, handled basket after basket of major affairs, and actually forgot me outright. You bastard clearly look down on me..."

Every word of that was true.

This bastard had entered the capital, debated at the Imperial Examination Hall, and ruined Jiang Ruyue.

With a World-Passing Azure Poem, he had helped Chen Geng enter White Deer Academy.

Her father, Zhou Zhang, had admired him so much he was practically prostrate in worship. Before her and her mother, he had sighed countless times that this brat was truly a monster.

She had been furious enough to die. Something that could make her father overflow with emotion, yet she had not been there alongside him. That bastard Lin Su had been utterly unfair.

What was more, when the Crown Prince had suddenly been killed, no one else could possibly connect it to Lin Mouren. Yet Zhou Mei, the Little Demoness, had still instinctively linked it to him.

It was an utterly unreasonable intuition, but it was also rooted in her deep understanding of him. He had pulled off an assassination of the Crown Prince before—the time he had consigned Lei Zheng to eternal damnation.

Although he had washed his hands clean of that Eastern Palace assassination, the Little Demoness knew about it. He had even discussed the entire assassination plan with her.

If he could do what he