"I'm... I'm alright." Shen Jiao dared not admit it, worried that the tyrant would misunderstand. She added, "I'm probably just low blood sugar because I didn't eat enough. I'm not cold at all."

Ji Yan stopped on a rooftop that caught his eye, put her down, and smirked maliciously, "Not full? Wang Fu said you eat three bowls of rice in one meal, were you lying to me?"

Shen Jiao: ? ? What kind of talk is this? How can you describe a girl's appetite in such detail!

She chuckled dryly, "Maybe it's because I have a good digestive system."

Ji Yan: "But you just drank two bowls of porridge."

"..."

Shen Jiao suddenly regretted lying. She should have said, "Yes, yes, I'm afraid of the cold! I'm afraid of the cold, especially when you're near me! I'm freezing!"

Seeing her distorted expression, yet remaining silent for a long time, it was as if she had said everything, even though she hadn't said anything.

Ji Yan found it amusing, but narrowed her eyes and threatened in a sinister tone, "If you keep pretending to be mute, I'll cut out your tongue."

Shen Jiao was so frightened that she felt numb, and her heart was so tired. "Maybe it's because my appetite is too big?"

Ji Yan surprisingly agreed, "Yes, I have never seen a young lady who can eat so much. How did you die in your past life?"

Shen Jiao: "..." What a bizarre question. Is this really a question a human being could ask?

Ji Yan vaguely recalled that the pampered royal ladies in the capital city ate their meals as if they were dipping sauce in water, and would say they were about to die from being full after eating only a quarter of a palm-sized pastry.

But it was all a lie. Once, he forced ten or twenty pastries into the second daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, he couldn't quite remember, maybe thirty? Anyway, the second daughter's stomach didn't explode in the end, and she was even more lively than before.

I'm really disappointed.

Now it seems that Shen Jiao, who eats ten bowls of rice a day, is not as cute as Ji Yan. Ji Yan finally felt that she was not so hypocritical and acting. At least when it came to eating, she was more sincere than anyone else.

Shen Jiao was exhausted. He came up with a rather morbidly humorous answer that he would have preferred to hear compared to the tyrant: "Maybe I starved to death. I remember the year I died, it snowed for 365 days straight. I drank the winds from all directions for 364 days. Finally, I starved myself to death."

Wow, to be honest, that's really tragic. Thank goodness it wasn't like that.

She thought she was probably the only stunning beauty in the transmigration genre who had a connection with a starving ghost. Sorry, she was the one who dragged down all the seniors.

"Hahahaha... Jiaojiao, I love how silly you are, cursing yourself while talking nonsense. What should I do if I suddenly don't want to cut off your tongue anymore?" Ji Yan laughed maniacally.

What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to cry and beg you to cut out my tongue to eat with your wine? No, I mean, to eat with honey water? She's not sick!

Shen Jiao offered a dry thank you: "That's wonderful, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

"Are you still cold?" The tyrant, whose thoughts were jumping around, pulled Shen Jiao into his arms and affectionately rubbed her face, but as soon as he touched her, he paused and moved his hand to her chest in annoyance.

Shen Jiao's back stiffened: ? ? ?

On a dark and windy night, isn't this behavior indecent?

However, Shen Jiao's fears did not come true, because the tyrant touched her chest and said disdainfully, "Too flat, not as big as mine," and then moved to her waist, shifting it as if moving her face.

Shen Jiao thought to herself, her skillful technique made it hard to tell whether her face should be on her face or her waist.

She shook her head. "I'm not cold anymore."

This time she was telling the truth. Perhaps the anger stirred up deep inside her by a certain emperor had ignited within her. To be honest, she was not only not cold now, but also a little feverish.

Ji Yan paused, "I don't believe it."

Shen Jiao understood and changed her words, saying, "...Then I'm cold, Your Majesty. I'm so cold."

Ji Yan laughed: "Honey, we're not cold."

Shen Jiao: "..." That's it? Just to say a domineering CEO quote? Dude, are you really three years old? Even the kid next door who's watching Peppa Pig and trying to wear rain boots and splash in puddles isn't this childish.

Here it comes again, here it comes again. Looking at her ever-changing expression, Ji Yan found this frizzy hamster quite amusing, and this thought made him even happier.

Overly excited, Ji Yan pricked her finger on her hairpin, and a small red flower drawn with her blood appeared between her eyebrows.

Shen Jiao was greatly alarmed. Damn it, how did it escalate to bloodshed without warning? How did she manage to trigger the tyrant's excitement again? What's going on in the tyrant's head? It's really hard to understand.

"Your Majesty, if you have such a preference, you may use things like cinnabar and rouge."

Ji Yan frowned. "You don't like it?"

“…I like it.” How could she not like it? Shen Jiao pursed her lips and wrapped his bleeding fingers with a handkerchief. “But it will hurt.”

Ji Yan caught a glimpse of her expression, and while letting her fuss over him, he coldly mocked, "I am not afraid of pain, nor will I feel pain."

It won't hurt?

How could a normal person not feel pain? Shen Jiao felt that if this topic continued, it would lead to the discovery of royal secrets. Her sixth sense told her that this might be the reason why the tyrant's body temperature was so abnormal. This wouldn't do. She couldn't know too much, or she would die young.

She sighed, "Even if Your Majesty is strong, you must take good care of your health. Don't worry, I will keep your mouth shut about what Your Majesty said. Your Majesty must not kill me to silence me, otherwise the world will lose a great beauty who can fulfill Your Majesty's wishes."

Since she wasn't killed, she's probably still useful... right?

Take, for example, the tyrant's refusal to give up on letting her assassinate him.

Ji Yan stared intently at Shen Jiao.

Her acting skills became increasingly inconsistent. On the one hand, as the third daughter of the Marquis of Anbo, she disguised herself flawlessly, which made it difficult for him to recall the memory of having his finger bones stepped on. But in other aspects, her performance was less than satisfactory.

Ji Yan sneered, glancing sideways at Shen Jiao, "You make your cowardice sound quite noble, but I will indeed spare your life, because you are the most beautiful."

Shen Jiao's tense shoulders immediately slumped down; she had finally gotten through this topic.

Whether being good-looking is useful is uncertain, but at least in the eyes of the tyrant Ji Yan, it can certainly bring some favoritism.

Shen Jiao was glad that she had a face that suited his taste.

...

After babbling on and on about nonsense, Ji Yan carried Shen Jiao around everywhere. To put it bluntly, she was like a grasshopper hopping around aimlessly, never knowing where she would land next. One minute she would take Shen Jiao to wake up someone's sleeping baby, and the next she would take her to put Zhang's wife's bib under Li's pillow...

To this, Shen Jiao could only say that she had never done so many immoral things in both of her lives combined, but why was she secretly pleased with herself? Oh no, oh no, she was being corrupted by the tyrant.

I hope I won't be reborn as an animal next time.

Finally, Ji Yan stopped on a rooftop again. He seemed to really enjoy running around on rooftops, not caring at all about disturbing the neighbors or damaging the houses.

Shen Jiao pondered that even if he were discovered, given the tyrant's childish behavior, he would probably throw down a pile of gold and silver treasures, then give a wicked smile and say, "This money is enough for you to buy a hundred houses. Get lost."