Chapter 2: The Street of Shame
A passerby selling buns sniffed the air. "What's that smell? It stinks! Who... who had an accident?"
Just as everyone was frowning in disgust, the Song family gate opened, and two filth-covered figures were thrown out.
"How dare you poop demons claim to be little sister Sweetie! And you, male demon, you dare impersonate the Second Prince! Do you know that's a capital offense?!"
Sweetie felt utterly humiliated, covering her face and crying continuously. "Sister Sophia, it's really me! I really am Sweetie! Waaah..."
Sweetie was famous in the capital as a soft, delicate beauty with a voice sweet enough to give you cavities.
When the people heard that voice, they exchanged glances. Could this really be Sweetie Song?
Someone threw a handkerchief to Sweetie. She quickly used it to wipe her face clean, then wiped Dominic's face too.
She raised her palm-sized, pale face with tears in her eyes, biting her lip pitifully. "Now do you believe me? I'm not a poop demon. I really am Miss Song!"
I was dying of laughter inside. By doing this, wasn't she just admitting she'd fallen into a toilet? Even if she wasn't a poop demon, she was now associated with one. Her reputation was completely ruined.
Dominic licked his lips seductively, his eyes shooting out sharp killing intent. "Sophia Song, well done. I'll remember you. Just wait to be tortured to death by me."
I gasped. "Second Prince, am I a toilet? I didn't push you in! Why are you holding a grudge against me?"
Dominic's black eyes narrowed, about to say something when—
As everyone knows, being a prince, there were plenty of people who wanted him dead.
So the next second, an assassin jumped out, his long sword aimed directly at Dominic's heart.
Just as Dominic was about to be pierced through the heart, Sweetie threw herself in front of him without hesitation.
The sword stabbed into Sweetie's chest.
In the original text: Sweetie coughed up blood and collapsed weakly into Dominic's arms.
I smiled and activated my plot-modification system. I changed "coughed up blood" to "coughed up poop."
Sweetie's body stiffened, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of excrement, spraying it all over the assassin's face.
The assassin froze. The crowd froze. Dominic froze.
A moment later, the assassin wiped the filth from his face and screamed: "HELP! Sweetie Song really IS a poop demon! She sprayed poop in my face! I'll never be clean again, even if I jump in the Yellow River! Master, your subordinate is dirty!"
This assassin had been a death warrior trained from childhood in harsh conditions. For over a decade, he'd endured suffering, beatings, and whippings, but he'd never eaten shit.
The man who prided himself as the world's strongest had his defenses completely shattered for the first time.
He frantically wiped his face with his sleeve, his features twisted in a mask of agony.
Meanwhile, Dominic trembled as he wiped the residue from Sweetie's mouth, asking in a shaking voice: "Sweetie... are you... are you really a poop demon?"
Sweetie looked down at the wound in her chest, moving her lips to speak. But as soon as she opened her mouth, the stench spread everywhere, making even herself want to vomit.
"Brother Dominic... oh... Sweetie isn't a poop demon... oh..."
But dozens of people in the crowd had seen her spray excrement from her mouth.
"Sweetie Song must be a poop demon! Normal people bleed when they're injured, but she... she poops! She's definitely a poop demon!"
"Quick, catch this poop demon and take her to the authorities!"
"How dare a poop demon cause chaos in the capital and impersonate Miss Song! Is there no law?!"