What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

"I was wrong, please forgive me, I was really ignorant at that time!"

"Over the years, I often think about what happened back then. We were really too young at the time, and my family was too indulgent with me. They didn't tell me what was right and wrong, which led me to go down the wrong path, and I went further and further down the wrong path!"

The archway of the inner city slowly closed, and other people who heard the noise came over to see what was going on. They saw a woman kneeling in front of Song Shu, tears streaming from her eyes as she confessed painfully.

"Fortunately, no matter what happened in those years, it did not stop you from becoming the outstanding leader you are today - I really didn't expect that the governor Li Shuang mentioned would be you!"

"Also, Xuan Ya did a lot of things behind your back. She asked us to bully you openly, causing things to get more and more out of control. In the end, I was afraid that something would really happen, so I really didn't dare to be cruel to you! I really-"

"I can't listen to it anymore," Fu Ying scratched her ears and deliberately interrupted Meng Hailun's crying, "You really have no regrets."

Meng Hailun wiped her tears and lowered her head and sobbed. Li Shuang stared at Song Shu's calm and gentle face, opened her mouth, but felt that she had nothing to say, so she remained silent.

Fu Ying said: "On the one hand, you admit your mistakes and ask for forgiveness, but on the other hand, you attribute the mistakes to external factors - your youth and ignorance, lack of family education, and manipulation by others, to weaken your own responsibility."

"These are normal people's excuses, and I can understand that. But with the sentence 'No matter what happened in those years, it didn't stop you from becoming the outstanding leader you are today', are you implying that your actions back then didn't really hurt Song Shu, but instead became a kind of 'experience' for her life?"

Meng Hailun looked at her blankly: "I...I didn't mean that!"

"I am truly repentant and have no intention of shirking responsibility. If what I said just now makes you feel that I am quibbling..." She spoke faster, "I just want you to know that I have been reflecting on myself over the years. I did do a lot of wrong things back then, but now I just want to make amends. Even if you don't forgive me, I will accept it."

"Make up for it?" Song Shu's voice was very gentle. "How do you want to make up for it?"

"The past cannot be changed. The only thing I can do now is to face it and bear the consequences. This is why I choose to kneel here today to express my apology to you." Meng Hailun said with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not trying to evade responsibility, nor am I trying to make anyone bear my mistakes, nor do I want to shift the blame to anyone! I just want you to know that my heart is sincere and I really want to apologize to you."

As she spoke, she leaned over and kowtowed several times, making loud noises. When she looked up again, her forehead was swollen.

Fu Ying watched coldly. Such a humble and extreme performance in front of the public would most likely put Xiao Shu into a moral dilemma: as the governor of Yimeng City, continuing to blame him seemed to make him appear cold-blooded, while forgiving Meng Hailun would be a betrayal of Song Qi when he was a child.

"If you really repent, you shouldn't just put on a show here, but take actual actions to prove your determination. The Governor doesn't need your tears or kowtows, she wants to see you truly take responsibility," said Fu Ying.

Meng Hailun was stunned and said, "Take responsibility...what do you want me to do?"

Fu Ying sneered, "Real responsibility is not waiting for us to tell you what to do, but taking the initiative to do what you should do. If you really repent, then you should have made a plan long ago, instead of waiting here for us to make a decision for you."

Meng Hailun's face turned pale. She raised her head and looked at Li Shuang beggingly. Li Shuang hesitated for a long time, but finally said, "You have done something wrong before, so go back now."

Seeing the crowd gathering around her, Meng Hailun bit her lips and grasped the hem of her coat tightly with her fingers, her knuckles turning white.

Fu Ying looked back, already a little impatient. She put her arm around Song Shu's shoulders, looked at her profile, and said in a soft voice, "Xiao Shu."

Song Shu's face was calm as he asked Meng Hailun, "Do you really realize that you were wrong?"

Meng Hailun bit her lip and nodded, and Song Shu said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see your sincerity.”

Meng Hailun looked at her in panic, and the surroundings had become quiet.

"Show your sincerity, now." Song Shu said.

Meng Hailun was still kneeling. She was silent for a long time. Suddenly, her face turned pale and she took off her coat.

She was wearing a tight-fitting top under her coat. She reached out and grabbed the collar, pulling it down to the left with force. The fair skin on her shoulders was particularly delicate.

Li Shuang subconsciously looked at the crowd, only to find that their faces were filled with confusion and curiosity.

Meng Hailun didn't realize that the crowd couldn't see her, so she took off her tights in shame and humiliation, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"You can... do whatever you want to me."

Fu Ying really wanted to slap her at this moment, and her expression was even uglier than hers.

"Who told you to take off your clothes?" she said coldly, covering Song Shu's eyes, forgetting that Song Shu could see what happened without using his naked eyes.

"Like writing and drawing on your body?" Song Shu's voice was very soft, and it was hard to tell what tone he had. "Oh my God, Helen, you don't think I have the same fetish as you do, do you?"

Meng Helen grabbed the clothes, her face full of despair: “What do you want?”

Song Shu said: "What I want is very simple."

Meng Helen was trembling all over and begged her: "Please don't kill me."

The black long knife in Fu Ying's hand had quietly appeared. Meng Hailun was so scared that she collapsed. She quickly knelt down and crawled over to hug Song Shu's legs, crying bitterly: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Can you forgive me? I beg you! I shouldn't have treated you like that!"

"I have worked so hard to survive, I don't want to die like this! I beg you, Song Qi, Governor, please be kind, if you can forgive Li Shuang, you must be able to forgive me too. I swear that I will atone for my sins in the future, protect Yimeng City, go out and kill monsters, and be a good person--"

The black sword in Fu Ying's hand suddenly turned into a long whip, which circled her neck and dragged her backwards, then lifted her directly into the air, with her feet off the ground.

"It's too much trouble. Just hang him."

Meng Hailun opened her mouth wide, trying to make a sound to release her supernatural power, but another ball of black mist had already entered her mouth and blocked her throat.

Li Shuang looked at Meng Hailun's wildly twisting body and kicking legs, and was so frightened that her body became limp. However, Song Shu suddenly reached out his hand to her: "Come here."

Li Shuang carefully held her hand, but was pulled over by a strong force. She hurriedly stood firm and heard Song Shu's question: "Do you want her to live?"