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Ji Yan lay on the jujube tree branch, her hands behind her head, lazily propping up one leg while the other idly dangled in the air.

"No, I just woke up not long ago, I don't need a bedtime story to help me fall asleep."

Shen Jiao was sitting on a stone bench under a jujube tree, basking in the first rays of morning sunlight.

Although this time has nothing to do with dawn, as long as you have faith in your heart, even if the sun is high in the sky, it is still dawn.

Too much spicy crayfish is a bit too much for Shen Jiao, so she took a sip of chrysanthemum and goji berry tea and looked up.

Ji Yan's eyes were slightly closed, and a ray of sunlight shone through the layers of leaves onto her profile, the tip of her nose, her lips, her chin...

He thought to himself, "The advantage of having a face that's perfect from every angle is that you're still incredibly beautiful no matter how harsh the lighting is."

Tyrants may be handsome, but their quirks are truly unappealing.

Instead of sitting on a perfectly good stool, they insisted on squeezing onto this shaky jujube tree.

The jujube tree was probably not planted for many years; it wasn't very thick, and its branches were even less impressive, only about half the thickness of a daughter's calf.

Shen Jiao had no idea how the tyrant could lie down with such long legs.

Surprisingly, he was lying there quite comfortably, although the tree was creaking and looked rather uncomfortable.

Shen Jiao was worried that the jujube tree might suddenly break, so she silently moved to the other stone bench.

Whether the tree breaks or not is not important; she is only worried that Ji Yan might fall and hit her on the head.

At best, it could cause a concussion; at worst, it could leave the person in a vegetative state.

"But I want to speak."

Noticing the hamster's ruffled fur, Ji Yan moved to the edge of the branch and reappeared above Shen Jiao's head.

Don't come any closer!

Shen Jiao: "..."

She dodged, but not completely?

So, she just performed a completely meaningless action?

The branches of the jujube tree were even more fragile and could not support Ji Yan's weight at all. He sank down, just like a small sapling with a huge fruit on it.

"Your Majesty, why don't you lie down inside?" Shen Jiao asked nervously, straightening her back.

If she falls from this angle, she'll spill all the cooling and heat-clearing tea she's painstakingly brewed!

Ji Yan remained calm and unperturbed, showing no concern whatsoever about falling.

Seeing the panic in Shen Jiao's eyes, he curled his lips into a wicked smile and slowly reached out his hand.

Shen Jiao looked around, trying to find a new spot to sunbathe, along with her tea. Just as she stood up, she felt a tightness around her waist and was lifted into the air.

Wow!

Due to the urgency of the situation, she had no choice but to give up the health-preserving chrysanthemum tea.

Ji Yan pulled the person directly into her arms.

Shen Jiao cried out in alarm and hurriedly grabbed the tyrant's collar.

"It's just a simple jujube tree. What did it do wrong to have to bear the weight of two people?"

Shen Jiao tightened her grip, and the tyrant's collar crumpled into a ball.

"I don't know either."

Ji Yan smiled with narrowed eyes, finding the frizzy hamster quite amusing.

He placed his hand on Shen Jiao's waist and patted her soothingly, "Go to sleep, I'll tell you a story."

Is this storytelling chapter going to never be turned over?

Since the young doctor bandaged Shen Qingcheng's wounds last night, is the person in question going to personally take up a knife and tell the story?

"Hehe, Your Majesty, why don't we go downstairs and talk about it there?"

Shen Jiao was constantly worried that the jujube tree might break at any moment, and then two idiots would fall flat on their faces.

She was on edge; she couldn't stand listening to stories, let alone having her favorite male idol sing there.

Ji Yan moved her hand upwards, still finding it more comfortable to stroke her hair. "Right here, doesn't it look like a baby's cradle? You'll fall asleep faster this way."

Bullshit!

Whose baby cradle looks like this? Is this murder of one's own child?

Shen Jiao forced a smile. "Your Majesty, I just woke up! I probably can't fall back asleep."

"Hmm." Ji Yan paused for a moment, "Then let's go to bed early tonight."

Shen Jiao: "..."

What?! You can go to bed early?

So what's she going to do tonight? Steal cabbages from her friend's farm?

Shen Jiao's eyes held a hint of resentment as she planned to attack this lunatic with her gaze.

When I looked up, I was a little stunned.

Ji Yan lowered her eyes, unable to discern the emotions within them, only noticing that her pupils were clear and deep, her long eyelashes slightly upturned, as if catching a thousand rays of autumn light in an instant.

Shen Jiao's heart began to race, and the sound of the wind around her seemed to transform into a pounding heartbeat.

A young girl's thoughts are like the wind that appears from time to time, or like the gentle spring rain, each drop neither too big nor too small, brushing against the heart and always making one feel a little irritated.

Shen Jiao immediately buried her head in the tyrant's chest and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

It seems like the Heart-Cleansing Mantra isn't working as well for brainwashing anymore. Maybe she should learn the Great Compassion Mantra instead?

Ji Yan paused for a moment, then said, "Your heart is beating so fast, are you that scared?"

With him around, this tree can't be broken even if it wanted to.

Ji Yan was a little confused. He was quite bold when he picked up his sword to fight Shen Qingcheng, so why was he trembling now?

Is a tree more frightening than Shen Qingcheng, who gallops across the battlefield?

Shen Jiao's lips twitched.

Her voice was muffled: "...Sometimes a racing heart doesn't necessarily mean you're scared, Your Majesty."

Ji Yan: "Are you hungry?"

Shen Jiao didn't understand: "What?"

"When you're so hungry you feel anxious and your heart is racing."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Once you understand, you won't get hurt if you don't have a heart.

...

The Gu family recently had another guest who insisted on staying: Shen Qingcheng.

Liang Heng's original words were: "If Prince Shen still wants to fight with his right hand in the future, then he can stay and recuperate for a few days. However, this is just a suggestion. Prince Shen can decide whether to stay or leave as he sees fit."

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