"My greatest wish is simply to survive. If I had to choose which is more important, I would lean towards the latter. So, just being alive is enough. As for striving to become a world-renowned talented woman, I think it's completely unnecessary."

After seeing Liang Heng off, Shen Jiao immediately rushed to find the tyrant.

His expression was complicated.

Use both hands and feet.

Every pore on his body exudes the sentiment, "I just want to be a lazy bum who has no desires and just watches beautiful women wiggle their hips and butts."

"Okay, I understand."

Shen Jiao leaned closer, fawningly helping the tyrant grind ink, and said happily, "So, does that mean I don't have to attend the Four Flowers Banquet?"

However, even if you don't want to participate, you can still go and watch.

She may not aspire to be a talented woman, but she can certainly become a qualified audience member!

Ji Yan coldly refused: "No."

"No?" Shen Jiao was bewildered. "Didn't you say you knew? How come you don't know? Ji Yan, as a human being, you can't go back on your word."

“I didn’t renege on my promise. I said I understood, but I didn’t say I agreed.”

Ji Yan's eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and when she smiled with her eyes narrowed, she looked extremely cunning, just like a sly fox full of bad intentions.

Shen Jiao: "..."

It seems... that makes sense.

Shen Jiao immediately put down her work and went to lie down on the chaise longue next to her.

Since she disagrees, let whoever wants to grind the ink do it; she's not going to grind it anymore.

"Why this time?"

Ji Yan looked up: "Hmm?"

"Sending flowers was to kill you, learning martial arts was to kill you, going to the Southern Frontier was to kill you, and what about this time? Is the ultimate goal this time also to make me kill you?"

Shen Jiao hugged the soft pillow, not really wanting to pay attention to the tyrant.

What can she do if the tyrant is determined to die?

Shen Jiao was extremely anxious and buried her face completely in the soft pillow.

Only the fluffy back of Ji Yan's head was left.

His mood was noticeably low.

The frizzy hamster has grown up and has learned to throw tantrums on its own.

Ji Yan remained silent for a moment, then handed over the court affairs that were almost finished to Wang Fu to distribute, and sat on the chaise longue to help Shen Jiao put on the socks that she had taken off.

Shen Jiao: "I won't wear it."

She didn't want to wear socks; she felt more comfortable going barefoot.

Secondly, they wanted to express their resistance to the tyrant and hoped that someone would understand.

Shen Jiao quickly took off her socks.

“Okay.” Ji Yan agreed while forcibly holding the little girl’s pair of fair and tender feet in his palm to put on her socks!

Shen Jiao couldn't break free and said angrily, "I said I won't wear it."

The tyrant grunted in response, but had already put his socks on.

He admired his masterpiece, but frowned slightly. Something about it looked a little off.

Shen Jiao couldn't help but remind her, "You're wearing it inside out!"

The socks here have no elasticity, so the left and right sides are clearly distinguishable. Not only does it look awkward when mismatched, but it's also uncomfortable for her to wear.

"Oh." Ji Yan calmly slipped it onto her hand.

Shen Jiao: "!!!"

It's confirmed: even the most hardworking tyrant is still a dog!

Ji Yan was just teasing her on purpose, since the frizzy hamster kept its head down and wouldn't look at him.

He was extremely satisfied with the resentful and indignant look in Shen Jiao's eyes.

Ji Yan gently poked Shen Jiao's soft cheek before leisurely helping her put on her socks.

Dealing with government affairs is mentally and physically exhausting; compared to closing your eyes and taking a nap, teasing a hamster and making it bristle is clearly a better way to recharge.

"How could you touch my face with the hand that touched my foot? What if I get athlete's foot?" Shen Jiao sat up, hands on her hips.

Ji Yan reminded her, "These are your feet, and you're still complaining?"

Shen Jiao choked back a sob.

Disliking it felt wrong, but not disliking it felt wrong too, so I simply kept quiet.

The tyrant saw her sullenly burying her head, gazing thoughtfully at the two adult men's thick white jade dragon pillars beside her.

After about half a cup of tea's time.

Shen Jiao stared speechlessly at the smiling tyrant opposite her, then at herself, tightly bound to a pillar by hemp rope.

She strongly suspected that her senior brother Qinglang was lying to her, saying that he would become the one who would dominate the martial arts world in time.

Tell me, which tyrant is as weak as her?

Ji Yan was satisfied.

This angle is excellent; it allows for face-to-face conversation as well as eye contact.

She also couldn't throw a tantrum and take off her socks, excellent, excellent.

Shen Jiao had no idea about the tyrant's thought process; her mind was completely occupied with the thought that Ji Yan had finally come to her senses.

Do you want to try something more exciting?

"I can spare you from killing me," Ji Yan suddenly said.

Hearing this, it was clear that she had gone astray again. Shen Jiao only felt a slight pang of regret for a moment, because the tyrant's words at this moment excited her even more.

"Your Majesty, have you come to your senses?"

Ji Yan did not answer the question, but said, "As long as you can win the Four Flowers Banquet, I will keep my promise."

Shen Jiao noticed that he was referring to me, not me.

Clearly, this promise is serious.

But this is not an easy thing to achieve, and it's as difficult as climbing to heaven!

"I'll think about it."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Ji Yan slowly approached her, a smile on his lips, and bent down slightly.

Shen Jiao was almost out of her mind from his laughter. "Why are you so close?"

"Give me a kiss."

"……good."

Ji Yan chuckled softly, gently lifting Shen Jiao's chin and lightly pecking at her eyebrows, the corner of her lips, and the corners of her mouth, gradually deepening the kiss...

Shen Jiao trembled all over.

I never expected things to suddenly take this turn.

She instinctively leaned back, but bumped into a cold, strong hand. Her breathing became rapid, craving more oxygen, yet she couldn't escape, willing to be a fish that was sometimes stranded and sometimes swimming freely.

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