Looking at the Tyrant cub clutching his stomach, curled up in a tiny ball, trembling all over, Shen Jiao felt extremely distressed even though she knew he would survive this ordeal.

I'd cursed my mother a hundred and eighty times in my heart.

"Are you a ghost?" Ji Yan, who was in great pain, suddenly asked.

Shen Jiao shook her head: "No."

Xiao Ji chuckled: "Then you must be a hamster spirit."

Seeing him in excruciating pain yet still able to smile, Shen Jiao almost burst into tears, "Why?"

Xiao Ji Yan: "When you're angry, your cheeks puff out and your fur stands on end, just like a hamster."

Shen Jiao was taken aback.

I remembered what the tyrant had said before: to see her get angry, he would feed her nuts and even force her to change the little figure she drew on her palm into a hamster...

"But hamsters aren't good." The cub shook its head in disdain: "They're too weak. They'll die if you don't take good care of them. Small animals are much tougher."

Shen Jiao's expression was unreadable, but finally a tear fell.

Just when everyone thought the cub would get through the painful night on its own, a palace maid crouched down and quietly came to visit.

She was the only one among all these people that Shen Jiao had ever met who showed kindness to Xiao Ji Yan.

But this palace maid's life was not easy; she was disabled and could only do hard and tiring work.

Judging from her pitying yet helpless expression as she looked at the cubs, she must be the so-called wet nurse.

However, Ji Yan didn't like his wet nurse at all; in fact, he found her quite annoying.

The wet nurse gave the cub a few pills, left a bowl of porridge, and before leaving, tearfully urged little Ji Yan to live well.

Xiao Ji Yan looked at Shen Jiao: "Of course I want to live."

Shen Jiao thought he was just being hypocritical and listened to his wet nurse.

But he said, "They all want me dead, but I won't."