Shen Jiao felt something was off; this kind of hand speed couldn't be achieved overnight.

"Is Your Majesty taking me to the front lines?" Shen Jiao stared at the tyrant's cold, gleaming armor.

Ji Yan nodded. "That's right."

"This is inappropriate." Shen Jiao couldn't understand Ji Yan using ordinary thinking, so she didn't know what Ji Yan meant by this.

"As long as I'm happy, what does it matter if it's suitable or not?" What a foolish ruler! He's clearly using his power to oppress people, but Ji Yan doesn't care at all; he's nonchalant and carefree.

Even with the war raging, he still had the leisure to help Shen Jiao style her hair into an intricate and elaborate bun.

With such elaborate attire, Shen Jiao was terrified that the tyrant might suddenly have a seizure and force her to dance amidst the flashing swords.

"I will personally teach you how to kill. You should learn from this experience so that you can kill me in the future."

Ji Yan's voice was extremely clear and pleasant to listen to. Just by listening to his voice, one could imagine him as a harmless scholar, as if he were having a casual chat after dinner.

The chapter about assassinating the Yan Emperor can never be turned over. Shen Jiao went from initial suspicion to getting used to it. The tyrant really has no will to live. He seems to really want to be free, which has become a kind of perverse obsession.

But what was the reason? With so much money and power, why would she want to die? Shen Jiao couldn't figure it out. Filled with confusion, she was lifted onto a horse by Ji Yan and galloped towards the front line.

Beneath him was a glossy black horse. Unlike the usual wild, untamed, and free-spirited warhorses, it seemed a bit dull, much like a hardworking and honest man. It looked easy to bully, perhaps because its mane was tied with a bright green bow.