Shen Jiao: She peeled the melon seeds without washing her hands, so it's reasonable to suspect that this person used her hair as a handkerchief.

She shook her head: "No."

Shen Jiao really didn't want to; her feelings towards the Marquis of Anbo's mansion weren't very good because of Shen Qingye and his sister.

But if she returns to the capital, her identity will be exposed, and almost everyone there will know her.

Even if one can temporarily use amnesia as a cover, it's impossible to completely cut off contact with the original owner's parents forever.

This is really frustrating.

Going to the royal city was something she was really looking forward to. She had been here for so long and the most prosperous place she had ever seen was Shengcheng.

It is said that among all the capitals of the world, the royal city is the most prosperous, magnificent, and dazzling.

The ignorant peasants were naturally very happy to be in the city.

But the affairs of the Marquis of Anbo's mansion were truly a headache.

Ji Yan said indifferently, "If you don't want to go back, then don't. With me here, no one can force you."

Shen Jiao tentatively asked, "What about the rules?"

Rules are rules, but they are inviolable.

Didn't that idiot Shen Qingye try to bind her with all that talk about filial piety, like how our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents?

If everyone acted like that, wouldn't she be drowned in criticism?

"Rules are made by people. If you are dissatisfied with any law, you can change it."

Ji Yan retrieved an imperial edict from a hidden compartment in the carriage and, expressionless, recited the lines of a tyrannical ruler who had been seduced.

Shen Jiao: "..."

After carrying a sack with you, did you also carry an imperial edict with you?

If she were to alter the laws of Great Yan, she would likely be condemned as a boiled shrimp.

As Shen Jiao racked her brains trying to figure out how to handle this situation, she heard a cheerful voice coming from outside the car curtain.

"Sister Chen!"