Whether the treatment would make him balder could be discussed later. Ji Yan was also extremely annoyed by Shen Jiao's rapid weight loss. If this continued, she would die of anxiety before she could even kill him.

He frowned unhappily. "Is being bald really that bothersome? Does it make you more anxious than killing a lone wolf?"

Shen Jiao lay sprawled on the desk, glancing at the tyrant beside her who was writing furiously, and said listlessly, "What does Your Majesty know? Hair is a woman's second face."

Ji Yan glanced at her flat chest and said, "Isn't it a bit too much to be in such a hurry now?"

Shen Jiao hugged herself: "..."

Let's focus on the issue, not the person, and refrain from personal attacks! Although she's still a child now, she'll one day grow up to be a woman with long, flowing hair!

"There is no law in the world that forbids one from having a sense of crisis in advance."

Ji Yan pulled out the imperial edict that had been used to prop up the table leg from under his feet, picked up his pen and said, "Then I will now draft one."

Shen Jiao: ? ? ?

Is that the point? Now is not the time to show off your domineering, tyrannical, and delusional behavior! Can you please tone down that three parts disdain, four parts indifference, and five parts domineering CEO aura?

"Your Majesty, there's no need for such a fuss. It's such a waste." After all, I don't want to be gossiped about by the world, so Shen Jiao quickly pulled out the imperial edict and stuffed it back into the table leg.

Ji Yan: "..."

"Actually, you didn't have to have so many worries."

The tyrant stroked her pitiful fur, and Shen Jiao felt extremely sorry for her. "Be gentle!" she cried.

She felt that large hand move to her back again, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. He frowned and said in a low voice, "If you had taken advantage of my misfortune that night and killed me, you would be on your way to reincarnation right now, and you wouldn't be suffering from hair loss. You're so stupid."

Shen Jiao: "..." Although it's unreasonable, I have to admit that there is some truth to it.

Is it too late for her to regret it now?

Actually, hair loss is a big deal, but it's not a small one either. Shen Jiao just couldn't understand it. She was young and energetic, had a great attitude, got enough sleep, and ate a healthy diet. So why was she losing hair?

This is unreasonable, obviously unreasonable.

Perhaps it was a lingering effect from an illness in her previous life, but Shen Jiao was always exceptionally sensitive to changes in her body. She stubbornly grabbed her hair a couple more times, counted it, and almost fainted. Twenty strands, a full twenty strands!

She gave a wry smile. "Your Majesty, look how small my head is, how many twenty hairs could possibly fall out?"

Ji Yan thought she looked like a bitter gourd spirit, stared at her silently for a while, and said with disdain, "Don't you already have one face? Why are you so concerned about a second one?"

"He probably wants to have another one to lose face in the future." Shen Jiao suddenly remembered something and hugged the tyrant's leg tightly, using all her strength to prevent being kicked out.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please save me! Don't you still need me to do things for you? You don't want to be assassinated by a bald monk in the future, do you? If this gets out, your lifelong reputation will be ruined."

She thought that if the tyrant said that she was just a sucker for good looks, he would consider it from his own perspective, do some research, and finally decide to help her save her second face.

Sure enough, the tyrant lowered his eyes and asked, "Get to the point."

Shen Jiao had been waiting for these words. She cupped her face in her hands and pleaded earnestly, "Your Majesty, isn't there a very capable little doctor by your side? Could you let him take a look at me?"

The emperor's personal physicians generally do not treat outsiders. She had no choice but to mention Liang Heng. There are so many doctors in the world, how many can be called "divine doctors"? Just hearing the name of a divine doctor is impressive.

She must do her best to win over Liang Heng, the little miracle doctor.

Shen Jiao thought Ji Yan would refuse, and she had already planned how she would act pitiful and cry her heart out. However, the tyrant only pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Are you sure? You won't regret it?"

"No regrets!" Shen Jiao pounded her chest, her voice resounding.

Regret what? She'd regret it if she hadn't sought out the little miracle doctor! The tyrant's attempt to intimidate her into backing down is utterly futile!

Is she someone who's so easily fooled? You underestimate her, Shen Jiao thought smugly.

But for some reason, Ji Yan's expression was somewhat complicated. She actually saw a strange pity in the eyes of the arrogant and domineering tyrant. Pity? She must be blind.

Regardless, she was happy to have her hair healed by the little divine doctor. When she was happy, her appetite increased, and Shen Jiao ate three big bowls of rice. This excited Wang Fu for a long time. Great, great! The pig at home... no, the cabbage-like pig, is finally eating.

...

Since the meat soup incident, Shen Jiao has had an additional daily task: to accompany Ji Yan to meals, which is actually to help the tyrant eliminate any suspicious food.

This task sounds like an honor, but it's actually more like being a scapegoat for others. Fortunately, the tyrant only reacts to eating meat and doesn't care about the taste.

Halfway through dinner, Ji Yan suddenly asked, "What is spicy crayfish?"

"Spicy crayfish is spicy crayfish."

"Have you eaten there?"

"Of course I've eaten."

Ji Yan asked again, "When was the last time you ate it?"

Shen Jiao thought for a moment. She had been dead for too long and couldn't quite remember the exact time, so she could only say, "The last time I ate it was probably around the time before last."

"..."

Ji Yan stared at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Shen Jiao swallowed hard, a bold guess forming in her mind, "Your Majesty, do you perhaps not know about crayfish?"

"Unheard of," the tyrant said frankly.

Even the tyrant had never seen crayfish. Could it be that they didn't exist in this dynasty at all? Shen Jiao was extremely distressed.

Ji Yan put down her chopsticks, her gaze turning cold and authoritative. "Are you kidding me?"

"How could that be? I'm more timid than a bird, how could I dare? Crayfish do exist, maybe they're still hibernating at this time of year."

Ji Yan: "..."

Spring is almost over, and it's still hibernating. Shen Jiao's understanding of her own nonsense has been refreshed once again. As for when it will appear, she's not the crayfish's mother, how would she know?

Fortunately, two familiar faces suddenly appeared, finally putting an end to this troublesome topic; they were Zhou Hu and Chen Bao.

Thinking they were going to discuss politics, Shen Jiao planned to slip away, but unexpectedly, while the tyrant grabbed her sleeve, Zhou Hu also stopped her with a half-smile, saying, "Please stay, Miss Shen."

Okay, Zhou Hu doesn't really care. The main thing is that she can't afford to offend the tyrant. But I still have to mention that General Zhou's smile really looks like that of a child trafficker.

Shen Jiao sat back down and leaned against the tyrant's thigh, massaging his battered arms. The wounds were especially itchy during the healing process. Ji Yan had no feeling, but his temper was always extremely irritable. She had accidentally massaged them once, and the tyrant unexpectedly fell in love with the gesture.

She nodded to Chen Bao.

Chen Bao flicked his high ponytail and then smiled.

Shen Jiao rolled her eyes in warning: "..."

hehe.

Don't get cocky, I'm about to have a little miracle doctor.

This scene, as Zhou Hu observed, was yet another instance of the beautiful woman being arrogant and disdainful of others, daring to roll her eyes at them? It was utterly disrespectful!