Wang Dazhuang handed several pairs of smelly, worn-out socks to the new recruits beside him, chuckling, "How could we possibly blame you? Don't forget, we're men. We're the most important and powerful people in the world. His Majesty wouldn't get angry at us over a mere woman. He still needs us to fight. Besides, I'm good at martial arts. His Majesty wouldn't risk losing sight of the bigger picture for a small matter, would he?"

Someone else countered, "But that doesn't make sense either. She's not an ordinary person, Brother Zhuang. Just like you and your wife, could you tolerate her being bullied?"

Wang Dazhuang waved his hand dismissively, "Don't mention that old hag to me, or I'll turn on you. She's so ugly, she eats my food and wears my clothes, and she can't even have a son. She deserves to be bullied. Besides, can you call that bullying? It's someone else venting my frustrations. I not only tolerate it, but I'm also going to buy two ounces of wine to thank that good brother."

...

When Ji Yan woke up, she found someone covering her. That's right, this sloth-like creature was Shen Jiao.

"Hey, wake up." He nudged the sleeping Shen Jiao and tugged at the tuft of hair on her head.

Shen Jiao tossed and turned until midnight last night before finally falling asleep. She was really annoyed to be woken up so early this morning. The imperial physician said that the tyrant had a fever and needed to be covered with blankets, otherwise the fever wouldn't go down. Wasn't that making things difficult for him? The tyrant never covers himself with blankets when he sleeps, you know.

Wang Fu pleaded with her to give it a try.

She asked, "Why don't you try?"

Wang Fu was on the verge of tears, "His Majesty will kill this old servant."

"Aren't you afraid he'll kill me?"

"How could this be!" Wang Fu exclaimed incredulously. "Girl, be confident! You are a person of great fortune whose head shines brightly!"

Fuck you.

Only then will your head shine.

Your whole family will be shining.

In the end, Wang Fu promised her a land deed for a three-courtyard house in Wangcheng, and only then did she happily... well, no, only then did she selflessly accept this hot potato.

Sure enough, as soon as she covered Ji Yan with the blanket, the three-year-old kicked it off. She covered him with the blanket once, and he kicked it off again. She couldn't find a way to cover him, so she had to make do with being a bed weight.

Sometimes, to make a living, you don't need to learn all sorts of skills; you just need to find the right setting at the right time.

Shen Jiao had finally fallen asleep, but was woken up in the blink of an eye. Even though she was a devout Buddhist, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and ask, "Your Majesty, is there something you need?"

"Yes." The tyrant casually toyed with the tuft of hair that stuck in his head.

Shen Jiao was silent for a moment, then asked in a muffled voice, "What is it?"

Ji Yan: "Wake you up."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Are you sick? Are you sick? Ji Yan, you pineapple dragon fruit catfish idiot, can't you look out the window? It's not even dawn yet, and you're calling me to get up?

Did you drink too much bathwater yesterday and not vomit it all up, causing it to rise to your head?

But it is clear that Ji Yan today is no longer the half-dead fish he was yesterday. He is now the Niohuru clan's Ji Yan, reborn from the ashes. The tyrant fell down for a very short time and then stood up again.

Facing the tyrant who stood up, proud and arrogant, Shen Jiao patiently asked again, "After waking him up, Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

Ji Yan replied seriously, "Yes."

Shen Jiao: "Does it matter?"

Ji Yan hummed in agreement, her fingers twirling around her hair before releasing it, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. "It's very important."

Shen Jiao regained some of her composure. "What is it?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Haven't thought it through? You mean you haven't thought it through? You mean you haven't made it up properly.

She gritted her teeth, struggling to control the primal force within her, and said haltingly, "Then Your Majesty, take your time thinking about it. I'll sleep a little longer, and you can speak when you've made up your mind, okay?"

Ji Yan touched her face, somewhat displeased, "I've made up my mind."

Shen Jiao rubbed her temples, which were throbbing with anger, and said sullenly, "What is it? Your Majesty had better give a reason that could cause mountains to collapse, seas to dry up and rocks to crumble, families to be destroyed, and wives and children to be torn apart, okay?"

“Bright and beautiful”.

The tyrant suddenly called out to her. He had injured his voice yesterday, and his usually clear and melodious voice was even deeper and more mellow. His voice rang out in her ears, extremely seductive.

Shen Jiao blushed inexplicably. Countless little trains blared in her mind. What was going on? Did the tyrant have a change of heart and think she had worked too hard last night, so he wanted to give her a heart-wrenching speech of gratitude?

These are all just small favors; if you really want to thank me, then I'll give you another apartment.

"Jiaojiao." Ji Yan leaned close to her ear, his warm breath contrasting sharply with his icy body, making her heart race. It was coming, it was coming, she was going to have a second house!

I'm so excited! I really want to go for a swim in the river.

Then, Shen Jiao waited expectantly for Ji Yan to express his gratitude. He slowly opened his mouth, each word landing on her heart, "You're bald."

"..."

Shen Jiao's eyes widened, her drowsiness vanished instantly, and adrenaline surged through her. She bit Ji Yan and cried out in a shrill voice, "This is impossible! I don't believe it! This is fake!"

After biting it, she rushed to the bronze mirror at eighty miles per hour, her face deathly pale. Spring had passed, and weeds were growing everywhere—

She really is losing her hair.

...

Since she started experiencing hair loss at a young age, Shen Jiao has been unhappy. Fortunately, the tyrant didn't hold a grudge against her for biting him; in fact, he was quite pleased, saying that since she dared to lay a hand on him, how far was assassination from that? He felt very gratified.

Shen Jiao was depressed and had no appetite. Even Chen Bao, who came to class, noticed her low spirits.

Chen Bao comforted her, saying, "Miss Shen, life is full of difficulties. Believe me, nothing is insurmountable. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, there will always be a sunny day."

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