Little Pink Starfish

The Princess Says I’m Not Just a Good Person—I’m a Saint

As the two monks from Mo Wen’s side rushed toward the northeast corner of the National Guardian Temple, Yu Xiaoxiao, with Xiao Wei in tow, was already on her way to find Wen Fenglin. With the antidote secured, Yu Xiaoxiao decided there was no need to hunt down Mo Wen in person—she had more urgent business: setting Wen Fenglin, the sissy Young Master of Yongsheng Temple, on fire. Since Mo Wen had been raising monsters, there was no way Wen Fenglin didn’t know something!

Xiao Wei, worried, said, “Princess… if Wen Fenglin dies in the fire, won’t Mo Wen come after His Majesty?”

Yu Xiaoxiao pouted and said, “The fire wasn’t lit by my dad, was it? Why should he be blamed? Whatever! First, we roast the sissy!”

Seeing that his princess had made up her mind, Xiao Wei stopped trying to talk her out of it and nodded. “Actually… the people around him are pretty skilled in martial arts. Even if we set the fire, it probably won’t kill him.”

That reminded Yu Xiaoxiao. Right, what if he escapes? She thought for a moment and said, “Then we’ll wait outside. If we see him rescued, we’ll make our move.”

“To kill him?” Xiao Wei asked.

“If we can, we kill him. If not, we beat him within an inch of his life,” Yu Xiaoxiao declared.

Xiao Wei nodded. If we’re already committing arson, what’s a little manslaughter?

“What if we run into those monsters again?” he asked hesitantly.

Yu Xiaoxiao dragged out her reply: “Uhhh… shouldn’t happen again.”

“Shouldn’t?”

“Trust my instincts.”

Xiao Wei could only nod. Alright then, I trust Her Highness’s instincts.

“Someone’s coming,” Yu Xiaoxiao whispered, pulling Xiao Wei behind a tree.

A young monk came running their way.

“Do we silence him?” Xiao Wei asked.

“He’s one of ours,” Yu Xiaoxiao said, recognizing the boy. She peeked out and waved. “Wang Yue! Over here!”

The little monk stopped, biting his finger, clearly not recognizing her at first.

“It’s me,” Yu Xiaoxiao said. “The princess.”

Wang Yue ran over and stared up at her, blinking a few times. Then his face lit up. “It really is the Princess!”

Yu Xiaoxiao pouted. “What do you mean really? Do I look like a fake? Where are you going alone?”

“My dog is missing,” the little monk said, head drooping. “I’m looking for Huanhuan.”

“How long has it been?” Yu Xiaoxiao asked.

“Two days,” Wang Yue replied.

“No need to look anymore,” Yu Xiaoxiao said flatly. “Huanhuan’s dead.”

Wang Yue snapped his head up. “You killed Huanhuan?!”

Yu Xiaoxiao choked. In this brat’s eyes, am I that vicious?!

“How dare you!” Xiao Wei scolded. Would the princess sneak into the National Guardian Temple just to kill a dog?

The little monk flinched and dropped his head again.

“Do you know where Wen Fenglin lives? The Young Master of Yongsheng Temple?” Yu Xiaoxiao crouched down and asked.

Wang Yue looked worried. “Princess, are you going to cause trouble for him again? Don’t go! Master Mo Wen is here. He’s really powerful!”

“Your Huanhuan was eaten by Wen Fenglin,” Yu Xiaoxiao said seriously.

“What?” The boy froze. “But the Young Master is a monk!”

“Bull,” Yu Xiaoxiao replied shamelessly. “Do you know why Minister Zhao’s daughter tried to kill him?”

Wang Yue shook his head.

“Because that scumbag seduced her and abandoned her. She even had four or five abortions because of him. Then he hooked up with someone else. That’s why Zhao San Miss tried to kill him.”

Wang Yue’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Really?!”

“Really,” Yu Xiaoxiao nodded. “Ask Xiao Wei.”

The boy turned to Xiao Wei.

Xiao Wei did his best to look solemn and nodded.

“Scumbag!” Wang Yue spat.

“Exactly,” Yu Xiaoxiao said. “And he loves eating dog meat.” (Though it was probably Mo Wen’s monsters who did it, Yu Xiaoxiao had no trouble pinning it on Wen Fenglin.)

“Ahhh!” Wang Yue burst into tears. “My Huanhuan…”

“Come on,” Yu Xiaoxiao said, lifting the little monk with one hand. “Let’s go avenge Huanhuan.”

Xiao Wei’s mouth twitched as he took the boy from her arms. Better he carry him.

The heartbreak over his pet helped Wang Yue forget his fear of Mo Wen for the moment. With righteous anger, he led Yu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Wei through the temple—so stealthy it was like crawling through dog tunnels. Avoiding detection, they arrived outside Wen Fenglin’s courtyard.

Yu Xiaoxiao crouched on the wall and looked at the seven meditation rooms. Clicking her tongue, she muttered, “Now that Mo Wen’s here, this guy doesn’t even get to sleep in the big house anymore.”

Xiao Wei nodded. “He can’t live better than his master, right?”

Wang Yue said seriously, “Princess, monks are content with simple food and shelter. We don’t ask for luxury.”

“Huh?” Yu Xiaoxiao didn’t understand.

Xiao Wei translated, “He means they’re fine as long as they have food, clothes, and a roof.”

Yu Xiaoxiao looked him up and down. “Can’t believe it. You actually have high standards for life.” In the apocalypse, this kind of life is heaven, okay?

Xiao Wei took out a fire oil canister that Jing Mo had given him. “Should I light it?”

“Light it,” Yu Xiaoxiao said decisively.

Xiao Wei acted just as decisively. He lit the oil and tossed it at the meditation room where a lamp was still glowing.

Within a minute, the wooden structure was engulfed in flames.

Yu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Wei hopped down from the wall.

Xiao Wei patted the little monk’s bald head. “Go back to your master. You didn’t see us tonight.”

Wang Yue looked at Yu Xiaoxiao.

“I’ll bring you a new dog in a few days,” she promised.

“You’re such a good person, Princess,” Wang Yue said, touched.

“Yes,” Yu Xiaoxiao agreed proudly. “I really am a good person.”