The two lay down together for a while longer, the birds outside the window chirping softly, not too noisy.

The tyrant suddenly spoke up: "Could it be that our posture is incorrect?"

Shen Jiao burst into tears of joy and nodded excitedly.

Oh my, the fledgling bird has finally figured it out.

Ji Yan stared at the ruffled hamster.

This kind of silent yet affectionate atmosphere deserves a long, passionate kiss, doesn't it?

Oh dear, I blushed, feeling quite embarrassed.

As soon as Shen Jiao closed her eyes, she heard the tyrant command her: "Try lying down at the foot of the bed."

Shen Jiao: "..."

So this is the damn thing you told me, after all this careful consideration, that my posture was wrong?

She chuckled coldly, "Lying at the foot of the bed might not work either, how about I lie on the roof?"

The tyrant didn't catch the sarcastic tone of the frizzy hamster; instead, he slapped his thigh in an encouraging manner.

"Okay, go ahead."

Shen Jiao: "..."

So, did the emperors of this dynasty all consider themselves superior and not learn about physiology by looking at erotic pictures?

Moreover, isn't the tyrant, who has been rebellious since childhood, curious about these erotic books?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiao could only say three times that she was ashamed and sorry, because she knew too much.

Shen Jiao couldn't stay in bed any longer. She quickly got up, dressed herself, and swaggered out the door.

Of course, she couldn't just obediently lie on the roof; that would be utterly stupid.

I promised her yesterday that I would take Little Radish Head home. If it gets any later, Madam Guan and Third Master Guan might get anxious.

Shen Jiao never expected that as soon as she stepped out the door, she would meet Madam Gu's eyes.

The air suddenly became somewhat quiet.

Mrs. Gu was caught off guard by her daughter's sudden opening of the door and stammered, "It took quite a while, about an hour."

Granny Xi: "..."

Shen Jiao: "..."

What can she say about this?

Should we tell Madam Gu that during that hour when everyone thought they were indulging in debauchery in broad daylight, she and the tyrant were actually just playing a game of "one, two, three" and "statues"?

So Shen Jiao could only accept that it had already happened, and she gave an awkward but polite smile.

Everything is understood without words.

When Madam Gu and Granny Xi saw that Shen Jiao was smiling happily and brightly, their anxious hearts finally settled down.

"Jiaojiao, drink this soup to nourish your body."

Granny Xi brought over the cooled, nourishing soup for replenishing qi and blood.

Shen Jiao was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Mother."

She picked up the bowl of nourishing soup and gulped it down.

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Granny Xi, "Why is the princess having a nosebleed!"

Shen Jiao: Holy crap, no way? You can over-patch like that?

Madam Gu's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly stepped forward to wipe away the bloodstains from Shen Jiao.

Shen Jiao then heard Madam Gu mutter to herself in confusion.

"Strange, strange, what's the problem? It's been an hour, how could I have overdoed it and gotten a nosebleed from the heat?"

Shen Jiao: "..."

She shouldn't have drunk that nourishing soup; she should have just taken the little rascal home quickly.

...

After Shen Jiao stopped her nosebleed, she and Little Radish Head finally got into the carriage and embarked on their journey home.

Little Radish Head was young and didn't understand many things, but she had excellent hearing and remembered the tyrant saying he was going to have a baby.

She cupped her face in her hands and asked innocently, "Fairy, where is your child?"

Perhaps because she has been bombarded with this question so many times today, Shen Jiao is now somewhat immune to it.

She could still joke with the little boy: "The child is still on his way."

Little Carrot Head suddenly realized and asked excitedly, "So, are we going to pick her up now?"

Shen Jiao: "...Yes."

Little Radish Head has no attachment to home whatsoever. She claims that after marrying a fairy, she has no desire to go home at all.

Shen Jiao simply said that the weather was nice today, so she took her out for a stroll to buy candied hawthorns, and that's how she coaxed the little radish head onto the carriage.

Where is the weather actually good?

Dark clouds covered the sky, the light was dim, and the entire city was shrouded in a cold gray. Someone on the road said, "It looks like it's going to rain heavily. We have to hurry home."

Despite the unpleasant weather, Shen Jiao still asked the driver to stop at a stall selling candied hawthorns.

The coachman looked up at the dark, rolling clouds before saying, "Princess, in this kind of weather, most of the vendors selling candied hawthorns have gone home."

Candied hawthorn has low costs and low income. Generally, these vendors cannot afford to rent shops. In order to earn more money, they can only carry candied hawthorn through the streets and alleys.

Upon hearing this, Little Radish Head immediately became sullen, pouting so much that his lips could hang from a small teapot.

Shen Jiao was amused: "Let's look for it, just in case we run into it."

Coachman: "Yes, Your Highness."

After searching the main streets without finding anything to sell, the coachman drove the carriage through the alleyways.

Little Radish Head had been longing for sweet and sour candied hawthorns. Being a generous girl, she said she would buy one for Shen Jiao's baby as well.

Shen Jiao: "..."

I thank you on behalf of my child, whose whereabouts are unknown.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. After the driver circled around dozens of alleys, he finally found the vendor selling candied hawthorns.

Shen Jiao noticed that the vendor's clothes were covered in pudding, and he seemed to be missing a leg, making it difficult for him to move around.

It must be because of their poverty that they weren't in a hurry to go home.

The vendor has limited mobility; it's faster to buy from him than to have him come over.

The coachman said, "Princess, you and Lady Guan wait for me, I'll go buy it."

"I'll go, you drive the carriage."

Shen Jiao still felt lingering fear from the scenes of horse-drawn carriages going out of control in movies and TV dramas. Although the horse wouldn't suddenly go crazy, what if the brakes failed?

After Little Radish Head repeatedly emphasized the importance of acting, Shen Jiao bought two strings of candied hawthorns.

That's right, the other string is her child who hasn't been reincarnated yet.

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