"His Majesty clearly knew my identity from the beginning, so why did he lie to me and say he didn't know me?"

Shen Jiao wasn't trying to hold anyone accountable; she was just curious.

The poor girl who was stranded outside was an acquaintance, the daughter of one of his own ministers. Shouldn't she have been sent home from the beginning?

To make a proper conversation, Shen Jiao took out the snacks that Gu An had prepared for her and laid them out one by one.

Hmm, not sure which to eat first, I'll just crack some sunflower seeds.

"I did not recognize you at first."

Come to think of it, a tyrant is high above, aloof and arrogant, how could he possibly remember a lowly nobody?

Shen Jiao believed it without a doubt.

Ji Yan, without batting an eye, snatched away the shelled melon seeds that she had piled up into a small mound.

Shen Jiao watched helplessly as her happiness was stolen away, but she was also happy that the picky princess had taken the initiative to eat.

Eating only sunflower seeds is definitely not enough, but it's better than not eating anything at all.

Shen Jiao began to peel pine nuts.

She then asked, "And then what? His Majesty sensed something was wrong when he met Shen Qingye and his sister, right? Why didn't he say anything?"

Ji Yan: "You didn't ask."

Shen Jiao felt something was off. "Would His Majesty tell the truth if we asked him?"

Ji Yan took a few more plump pine nuts and gave her an approving look, "Of course."

Unaware of his presence, Shen Jiao quickly racked her brains, trying to find things she wanted to know but was unsure about to ask.

The journey is long, wouldn't it be boring if we didn't chat?

"Your Majesty's actions against Shen Qingye in Rongcheng are..." Shen Jiao's voice suddenly paused.

She wanted to ask if it was because of her, but she was a little embarrassed and worried that she might be imagining things.

After all, he didn't have a very close relationship with Princess Ji at that time.

“It’s all because of you,” Ji Yan suddenly said.

Shen Jiao felt her heart racing.

Ji Yan pinched the red and burning ear tips of the hamster with her icy fingers, her voice cool and clear: "You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog. He's blatantly bullying you, he doesn't respect me at all."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Suddenly I realized that saying more would be pointless.

Or perhaps, a dog's mouth can't produce ivory?

Do you know why I didn't kill him?

Ji Yan was a little bored and didn't want to eat pine nuts, so he started competing with Shen Jiao for the job of peeling melon seeds.

The tyrant killed people entirely based on his mood. After much thought, Shen Jiao wondered, "Could it be because of the old Marquis?"

Liang Heng said that Marquis Anbo relied on his father and mother's connections, while Shen Qingcheng was young and only had the old Marquis's face to rely on.

Ji Yan sneered, "I'll at most spare the old man out of respect for him."

Shen Jiao understood.

Although the tyrant used subtle language, he was probably trying to say that the old Marquis could barely protect himself by using his connections, but the Marquis Anbo's mansion was nothing.

"The reason I tolerated him..."

Ji Yan fed the peeled melon seeds into the mouth of the ruffled hamster, her expression calm. "It's because he still owes you an apology."

Shen Jiao, who was being fed, was stunned on the spot. "Ahhh, why are you flirting with me out of the blue? It's easy to choke when you're eating!"

Ji Yan originally wanted to kill Shen Qingye to vent her anger, thinking that such a good-for-nothing was useless to live.

Anyone who displeases him should be reduced to dust and a skeleton.

In the subconscious of a tyrant, there is no such thing as an apology or repentance; everything is black and white, and any provocation must be paid for with one's life.

Unfortunately, the hamster I raised was too delicate, soft-hearted, and silly, and it would cry endlessly when it started.

Ji Yan had a headache, so she had no choice but to leave Shen Qingye alive and deal with the situation in a way that Shen Jiao could accept and was used to.

He sighed regretfully, "Otherwise, the funeral of the Marquis of Anbo's mansion would have to be carried out from beginning to end. I am not a soft-hearted person."

Shen Jiao chewed melon seeds mechanically, like an emotionless machine.

Although this person solemnly claimed that he was not soft-hearted, she still keenly sensed some changes.

Tyrants of the past never thought before killing.

Shen Jiao was secretly delighted.

Does that mean she is gradually reforming this god-slayer?

Why aren't you responding to me? What are you thinking about?

Shen Jiao blurted out, "I'm wondering if if I try harder, I can dispel His Majesty's desire to die."

Ji Yan sneered: "Impossible."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Well, the revolution is not yet complete, comrades, we still need to work hard.

...

"Your Majesty, what about the Marquis of Anbo's residence?"

The Marquis of Anbo's mansion was, after all, the original owner's home. She had taken over someone else's body, so she could pretend to be confused outside, but she would probably have to think things through carefully once she got back.

Every family has its own troubles. Judging from the attitude of those brothers and sisters, the original owner of this body is probably in a lot of trouble, so it's natural to need to find out more.

Ji Yan never took the checks and balances of the powerful seriously. In his eyes, the Marquis of Anbo's mansion and the pastry shop were the same, just with a few people living in the houses.

He scoffed, "Those who sponge off their parents aren't much better. Shen Qingcheng is slightly better."

Tyrants are arrogant and conceited, after all, they have the right to despise everything, and it is rare to hear them give approval or praise.

Shen Jiao also realized that her cheap older brother was indeed quite capable.

She objectively commented, "Prince Shen is indeed formidable."

Ji Yan snorted: "In the entire Marquis Anbo's mansion, he is the one who looks most like you."

Shen Jiao: Huh? What do you mean by that? Because you praised me for being amazing, and Shen Qingcheng looks like me, so rounding up, he's amazing too?

Rounding it off, is it actually a roundabout way of praising me?

What kind of filtered and tyrannical speech is this?

Shen Jiao had a vague feeling that Ji Yan's growth was going in a slightly off direction.

Why are you asking these questions? Are you going back?

Ji Yan was unaware that his enlightenment had gone a bit awful, and idly played with the ends of the hair of the beautiful woman in his arms.

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