The young woman had clear eyes and a serious expression; Chen Bao could tell from her that she was sincere.

"Is Miss Shen really a novice, Your Majesty?" Chen Bao was no longer willing to listen to Shen Jiao's nonsense.

What does it mean to have a decent memory and a good learning ability? I was afraid she would say something like, "Although I have no practical experience, I can't help but be gifted."

He really does cry.

Chen Bao turned to ask Ji Yan, who was in the pavilion.

He just wanted to know, how could a novice learn one move and master it instantly, not only with perfect power and technique, but also be able to apply what they learned to other moves and counter them? This wasn't a novice; this was clearly a monster.

Originally, he had carefully devised a learning plan for Shen Jiao, starting with improving her physical fitness, such as having her practice horse stance for ten to fifteen days.

Today's class was just an attempt to show off and regain the face he lost last night. But instead of regaining his face, he seemed to have been kicked even further away.

Chen Bao was suffering.

Wang Fu was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He had said it all along: the assassination of Shen Jiao that day was definitely a well-planned scheme!

"You're asking me? Who am I asking? You're the teacher, don't you even know the basic information about your students?" Ji Yan crossed his arms, leaning against a thick wooden pillar. He looked cold and aloof, but his gloomy, reddish eyes made him seem rather violent.

Chen Bao: "..." Wouldn't it be even stranger if he really knew?

He muttered, "You didn't say that either."

"Do I have to say that?" Ji Yan immediately launched into a tirade of irrationality. "Who is the emperor, you or me?"

Chen Bao immediately admitted his mistake and laughed, "Of course it's Your Majesty. My family's ancestral graves haven't emitted any auspicious smoke for hundreds of years, how could we be worthy of such praise?"

Ji Yan: "Didn't your father dig up the Chen family's ancestral graves?"

Chen Bao: "..."

However, Ji Yan was also quite puzzled. Although the Anbo Marquis's family had served in the military for generations, Shen Jiao was uneducated and only knew a little bit of martial arts in his childhood. If he had such extraordinary learning talent at that time, then it wouldn't have been just three finger bones that were broken, but his entire arm.

He approached Shen Jiao, standing against the light, making his dark, silent eyes appear even more profound and terrifying. He bent down, lifted her chin, and their eyes met.

Shen Jiao swallowed hard, startled by the beauty so close to her. What was he going to do?

Ji Yan frowned inquisitively, poked her eyebrows and cheeks, then tugged at her ears, cheeks, and nose. She wasn't mistaken; it was the same person.

Chen Bao and Wang Fu were confused when they saw the tyrant squat down again without any airs and grab Shen Jiao's right leg. But he didn't seem satisfied and continued to move down until he stopped at her ankle.

Chen Bao wondered, could this be the Emperor's favor that he could not access?

Wang Fu couldn't bear to watch. Oh my god, how could His Majesty take advantage of his savior without his consent!

Shen Jiao: "!!!"

She thought she must be crazy. At this moment, instead of being afraid that the tyrant would kill her, she was afraid that the tyrant would suddenly decide to take off her shoes. Although she thought that a beautiful woman should not have athlete's foot, what if, what if!

Who knows what might happen?

She didn't want to become a starving ghost with athlete's foot.

That's absolutely terrifying.

Shen Jiao jumped back half a step and met Ji Yan's displeased gaze. She stammered, "Your Majesty, this ground is so...so hot on my feet."

Sorry, I accidentally stuttered too much.

Even in her state, anyone with a modicum of common sense could see her rejection, right? Seeing that Ji Yan remained silent, Shen Jiao assumed he had grasped her true feelings, but who knew—

Ji Yan curled her lips in disdain, then hoisted her up and carried her on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Shen Jiao: "..." Damn it?

Is this the legendary "The Tyrant Who Transmigrated Never Treats Me Like a Human Being"? Or "The Tyrant Who Transmigrated Never Treats Me Like a Cripple"?

...

Ji Yan carried Shen Jiao to that oppressive dark room. Several candles had burned out inside, making the room even dimmer. Shen Jiao could only make out the tyrant's face roughly.

Perhaps due to the numerous bumpy rides, she was not dizzy at all; in fact, her mind was still clear. Even so, she still couldn't guess why the tyrant had suddenly come here or what his intentions were.

Does it seem like she's suddenly angry again?

Is he a pufferfish? He gets all fuming all the time.

"Come here." Ji Yan beckoned to her in the darkness.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Shen Jiao thought to herself, having fair skin does have its advantages; at least it can serve as a guiding sign.

Whenever the tyrant darkened his skin by several shades, she couldn't find him. Shen Jiao was used to kneeling beside Ji Yan.

"Don't sit." The tyrant, by sheer coincidence, grabbed her buttocks.

Shen Jiao: "???" Can you please not be so quick-witted and nimble? It's so embarrassing.

She thought to herself, "It's alright, it's alright. I was just petted by a dog." She replied, "Okay, I won't sit. What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

If they won't let me sit, then I won't. Standing will help me grow taller. Anyway, I'm only fifteen or sixteen years old, so I should still have a chance to grow up strong.

"Step on my hand." Ji Yan instantly curled up on the ground, pretending to be on the verge of death, and stretched out her well-defined fingers to Shen Jiao's feet.

Shen Jiao: "..." Is this the so-called law that says a brain lapse might make someone late, but it will never be absent?

How come he's so good at having fun all the time? He's even doing role-playing? Please, get this straight, he's a tyrant, and she's the only law-abiding citizen. Isn't it too immoral to let a delicate woman like her commit violence?

But what could she do when the emperor was a tyrant? Shen Jiao had no choice but to play along, and asked with a smile, "How does Your Majesty wish me to step on you?"

Make sure you understand the rules before playing a game.

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