Shen Jiao witnessed the tyrant cub suffer for more than half a month, and felt so distressed that she became somewhat numb.

The poor kid! If he lived next door to her, he would have something to drink as well as something to eat!

How can someone who didn't have much to eat as a child be picky about food as an adult?

We need to make sure that the proud princess Ji eats properly in the future.

Sometimes Shen Jiao couldn't bear to see Xiao Jiyan being abused; her small body was being punched and kicked every few days.

Unable to bear it any longer, she ran to the imperial study to berate the Yan Emperor, and that was the root of the problem.

Several years have passed since the last dream. Perhaps the Yan Emperor indulged in excessive pleasure?

Perhaps for other reasons, the person was somewhat swollen and in extremely poor condition.

Shen Jiao glared angrily at the Yan Emperor. It's good that he's not in good health. This scumbag has already shown no moral bottom line by living this long!

However, despite his kidney deficiency, he still maintained the habit of pretending to be something he wasn't and reading erotic novels.

Shen Jiao: "..."

Instead of spending your spare money on these pointless, worthless books, could you at least feed your kid some meat?

If only they had used their reading skills for good, those countries would have been unified long ago, and they might even have become another "Qin Shi Huang" in another time and space, leaving a lasting legacy in history.

Shen Jiao was furious, her claws outstretched as she wished she could rip the idiot's head off and kick it like a ball.

“Your Majesty, the selection of imperial concubines was just held in the first half of the year, and now in the second half…” A tentative and shrill voice suddenly rang out in the imperial study.

Shen Jiao then noticed an old eunuch kneeling in front of the table.

"Continue," the Yan Emperor interrupted the old eunuch's attempt to dissuade him, his face expressionless.

Since the founding emperor, the Great Yan Dynasty has always held a minor selection every three years and a major selection every five years for its imperial selection process.

How can two elections be held in one year?

The old eunuch forced himself to say, “Your Majesty, these girls are also the apple of their parents’ eyes. It was not easy for their parents to raise them. It is already difficult enough that they cannot stay by your side to enjoy their old age. Why not grant them a few more years? By then, the girls will have grown up and will have fulfilled their filial duty. Your Majesty will also be able to gain a reputation for being considerate of your subjects.”

The main problem was that daughters from one family after another were sent to the palace. Some families didn't even manage to keep a single daughter, the youngest being only twelve years old. There was already widespread resentment outside.

Unfortunately, His Majesty is deaf; it's unclear whether he doesn't want to hear or is deliberately ignoring it.

If this continues, something bad will happen sooner or later.

Emperor Yan slammed his fist on the table and roared, “Every family has its rules, and every country has its laws. How can the rules I set be altered so easily? It is a blessing from our ancestors that they can serve me. If they are dissatisfied, I will cut off their heads.”

Perhaps he was burning with anger, because he kept coughing.

Shen Jiao: "..."

To hell with the laws of the country! He really dares to say that, shamelessly abusing his power for personal gain without batting an eye.

She sighed inwardly, then pounded her chest in frustration. How could her lowly teddy bear have suddenly become a person?

I'm really worried.

Hearing the Emperor of Yan coughing incessantly, the old eunuch wanted to persuade him again, but he couldn't care less about the matter of the imperial concubines.

He asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell again? This old servant will go and fetch the imperial physician immediately..."

Emperor Yan coughed so hard his eyes rolled back. "Quick! Go and invite the True Man Shunsui."

"Your Majesty!" The old eunuch paced anxiously, wondering how a charlatan could cure illness.

Isn't this ridiculous?

The Emperor of Yan slammed the inkstone into the old eunuch's face: "This is an imperial edict! Hurry up and go! What are you doing, dawdling like this? Are you plotting to kill me? Tell me! Have you been hoping for my death all along?!"

This hat is too big to wear.

The old eunuch was so frightened that his face turned ashen. He didn't dare wipe the blood from his face and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. This old servant will go and invite Master Shunsui right away."

This Shun Sui Zhenren was unheard of, but Shen Jiao had other guesses in her mind. A person who could win the favor of a scoundrel like the Yan Emperor was probably not a good person either.

As expected, the Immortal Shunsui was dressed in a dignified and otherworldly manner, but he had a pair of cunning and calculating triangular eyes. He did not bow to the Emperor Yan, and even skipped the process of taking his pulse.

He swept his whisk, examined the Yan Emperor, and then began to calculate with his hand.

"Immortal! Immortal, you've finally arrived! Immortal, please take a look at me, what's wrong with me!" Emperor Yan hurriedly asked.

Master Shunsui looked at the high seat, sighed, and shook his head, "Alas, His Majesty's body is already at its last gasp."

Emperor Yan said anxiously, "What, what should I do? I have been taking three immortal pills every day as instructed by the immortal. Immortal, immortal, you must save me. I am the emperor, you can have anything you want, mountains of gold and silver, or even the newly acquired beauties in the harem."

"Your Majesty, please do not be anxious. I have foreseen that Your Majesty will face this calamity. I have come here to help Your Majesty overcome this difficulty. However, this method is somewhat difficult, and it depends on whether Your Majesty is willing to make the sacrifice." Master Shunsui deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

Upon hearing that there was hope, Emperor Yan calmed down immediately. Without hesitation, he said, "Whatever the method, I will grant it. Immortal, as long as you can cure me, it would be best if you could let me live another hundred years. Name your reward."

The Immortal of Smooth Sailing smiled faintly and remained silent.

Shen Jiao sat beside him and listened. Seeing the old eunuch hesitate to speak several times but dared not stop him, she sighed inwardly.

The old eunuch also sighed.

Life is tough, but it's even tougher to have a boss who's completely clueless.

Shen Jiao knew that Master Shunsui was trying to create an image of himself as a highly accomplished Taoist, and even though she was very curious, she never expected to hear about a way to cure Emperor Yan today.

We had no choice but to wait patiently for several days.

"How about this? I'll go keep watch for you, and you can sneak into the kitchen and grab some food to fill your stomach."

Shen Jiao sat on the stone steps, trying to reason with the stubborn tyrant cub, saying that eating spoiled buns every day was no big deal.

Even when Xiao Ji dislikes eating a spoiled steamed bun, she eats it slowly and gracefully, displaying an air of refined elegance.

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