NOVPUBShen Roujia truly couldn’t understand Xu Lianggen. “You and I are not on the same side. Talking more is pointless. Just leave.”
Xu Lianggen found her reaction hard to comprehend. “Aren’t you afraid of death? The Emperor has already decreed your execution in three days. Look around—who still cares whether you live or die?”
Shen Roujia lifted her eyes indifferently. “Because I never wanted to live in the first place. It doesn’t matter to me how I die.”
She touched the string of prayer beads on her wrist, momentarily lost in thought.
Xu Lianggen grew angry upon hearing her words and left in a huff, flinging his sleeves.
As Shen Roujia held the sandalwood-scented prayer beads, she felt a sense of peace.
It wasn’t that no one cared about Shen Roujia; it was that everyone had become so entangled in their own troubles because of her.
Shen Roujia’s situation was neither too big nor too small, but the implications were vast. Many people would be significantly affected because of her.
She never expected anyone’s favor. In her previous life, it had been the same—everything was calculated, so aside from wealth and status, Shen Roujia had nothing to cling to.
Yet, she also felt a pang of regret. It was a pity that Xu Zening had been deceived for so many years.
She also felt guilty toward the Shen family. They had worked so hard to reach their current status, and she couldn’t let them be destroyed because of her.
As she thought about it, Shen Roujia even felt a desire to die quickly, as it might be for the best. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝙢
