Shen Qingye knelt down completely, his movements crisp and clear.

He felt like his knee was almost broken, and his already aching groin felt like it was about to split open again.

It's not just encountering Shen Jiao that brings bad luck; encountering a tyrant will also bring bad luck!

Shen Qingye was truly impressed by Ji Yan, this elusive sixth brother.

No wonder Shen Jiao and Ji Yan, two people who are completely unrelated, could fall in love; they've been wicked all along.

Shen Qingye harbored many grievances, but dared not show them at all.

He had the melancholy of being choked by a tyrant, so he lowered his head, quiet as a chicken, and was extremely timid and respectful.

Shen Qingye was dressed in dark, gloomy clothes. If the moonlight hadn't been bright enough tonight, he might have blended into the darkness, looking like a lump of coal from afar and a moldy ball up close.

In this perilous and nerve-wracking moment, Shen Qingye's stomach suddenly made two extremely untimely "plop" sounds.

Shen Qingye: "..."

Ji Yan: "..."

Shen Qingye's expression changed instantly. He felt his stomach churning violently, with a surging undercurrent that threatened to burst forth.

He immediately clenched his buttocks, not daring to move an inch, even his breathing became extremely cautious.

Oh no, oh no!

He shouldn't have drunk that extra half bowl of soup at dinner!

But when he thought about how Yu'er had painstakingly made the soup for him, Shen Qingye couldn't bear to blame her.

Unlike the ignorant and incompetent Shen Jiao, Shen Yu was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her hands were extremely nimble, and she was born only to write poetry, paint, play the zither, and practice calligraphy.

But in order to make soup for him, her fair little hands were scalded with several blisters. Shen Qingye felt really sorry for her and immediately blamed Shen Jiao for the mistake.

If Shen Jiao hadn't left without saying a word that afternoon, he would have made himself clear by now, and he wouldn't have come looking for her. If he hadn't come here, how could he have ended up in such an awkward situation?

So, in the end, it's still Shen Jiao's fault for being so troublesome!

Regardless of right or wrong, Shen Qingye, believing himself to be quite reasonable, shifted the blame to Shen Jiao.

I felt relieved to have shifted the blame, but my stomach condition didn't improve at all; in fact, it gradually worsened, and I felt like I was about to give birth.

He clutched his stomach, clenching it tightly, his face turning green.

Shen Qingye looked at the tyrant with a hesitant expression, his eyes full of pleading for release from the pressure.

In a situation like this, I imagine no normal person would refuse.

But Ji Yan is not a normal person.

He ignored him and indicated that he did not want to pay attention to Shen Qingye. He showed no intention of asking Shen Qingye to get up. He even seemed disgusted by the smell and, with a light touch of his toes, leaped onto the roof.

Shen Qingye: "..."

I inexplicably feel like a walking poison gas bomb?

Shen Qingye was furious. If the tyrant disliked him so much, why wouldn't he let him go?

Letting him go is better for both of them.

Ji Yan: I won't let go. Anyway, it's not me who's under pressure.

Shen Qingye was in pain all over, with aches and pains in his legs, hips, and stomach. He kept leaning his left leg against his right and his right leg against his left, constantly telling himself: I don't want to go to the toilet, I don't want to go to the toilet at all!

The tyrant paid no attention to Shen Qingye's miserable state, his mind was filled with thoughts of: Why is the frizzy hamster still not asleep so late?

Under the bright moon and gentle breeze, amidst the twinkling stars, one stood on the rooftop and the other knelt on the ground, one motionless and the other wanting to move but daring not to.

If this trend continues, he'll probably have to kneel until the end of time. Even if he can endure it, his stomach can't stand it at all!

Shen Qingye was on the verge of tears. He must have been out of his mind to think the timing was right and come to find Shen Jiao today!

He chuckled awkwardly and forced a smile before asking, "Your Majesty, may I use the restroom?"

The tyrant didn't answer and was seriously thinking: Is the reason the frizzy hamster is having trouble sleeping today because he didn't undress completely?

Shen Qingye gave an awkward smile: "I will come back and continue kneeling as soon as I finish relieving myself."

The tyrant also did not answer.

Continue to think carefully: why didn't the frizzy hamster come to him today?

When I beat up that idiot Mu Yang last time, she came all the way here on her own initiative, even though it was such a long way.

He was sitting on the roof today, so close, why didn't he look for him!

Could it be because he didn't strangle Mu Yang? Thinking of this, a trace of displeasure and murderous intent flashed in Ji Yan's eyes.

Shen Qingye was almost overwhelmed by the murderous aura.

Meanwhile, Mu Yang, who had been saved by Liang Heng, sneezed dozens of times.

The disciples on night watch at Sword Forging Manor hurriedly asked him what was wrong? Were they feeling unwell?

Mu Yang's face was filled with terror: "I feel like someone wants to harm me!"

The disciple was speechless for a moment, then yawned and pulled the blanket over his face. "You're overthinking it. Go to sleep."

...

Shen Qingye pleaded humbly and pitifully for a long time, but received no response from the tyrant.

Okay, silence is a silent refusal.

Shen Qingye was utterly despondent, so he tried to change the subject to divert attention, "If I may be so bold as to ask, when did Your Majesty return?"

He thought the tyrant would continue to remain aloof, but Ji Yan surprisingly spared him a few words: "I have always been here."

Has it always been there?

Then what he did not long ago... wasn't the tyrant watching it all?

Shen Qingye felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat soaked his face towel, which clung tightly to his skin. He didn't know if it was from fear or stomach pain.

Since he's always been here, why didn't you stop him from the beginning?

Shen Qingye had a bold idea in his mind, or perhaps...

Did the tyrant deliberately spread the news that he was not there in order to lure him to find Shen Jiao?

Therefore, he was the real clown, and the tyrant had been fooling him from beginning to end!

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