Shen Jiao sighed deeply, resignedly got up, and let Xi An do whatever she wanted.

Meanwhile, Elder Nan was having tea with the tyrant, and between the two was a game of chess filled with murderous intent.

"His Majesty has changed."

"Chess players do not speak."

Old Nan placed his white piece and snorted, "You're silent now that you've guessed right? Oh my, the sun has risen in the west! Even a killing god knows how to maneuver and retreat in chess. How strange. That little girl is quite capable."

Ji Yan: "She is indeed very cute."

Mr. Nan: "That's not what I meant!"

So what?

Ji Yan ignored the loud and boisterous old man.

Estimate the time it takes for the frizzy hamster to groom itself, place a piece, and win decisively.

Old Nan exploded, "Again! Again!"

Ji Yan said calmly, "You should go to class."

"Your Majesty's chess skills are on par with mine, why don't you teach me personally?" Old Nan picked up a cup of tea, his eyes darting around.

Ji Yan stood up: "My killing intent is too strong, it's not suitable for her. Wang Fu, take Elder Nan over there."

Nan Lao was surprised that the tyrant would consider such details. He was very curious about Shen Jiao, but he didn't hold back his words.

"Let me make this clear first. I'm an old man who has been living in seclusion in the mountains for over a decade. I have no wife, children, or grandchildren, so I'm not afraid of death. If she's stupid, I won't waste my time."

Ji Yan's eyes were deep: "If you don't teach properly, I'll issue an imperial decree to let you enjoy the happiness of a new marriage even in your old age."

Old Nan was furious: "Shameless!"

Ji Yan smiled brightly: "Yes."

Wang Fu was sweating profusely upon hearing this. He said that it was a battle of gods and he dared not get involved. He had to coax and drag the old rascal away.

In a way, Elder Nan is His Majesty's teacher. Apart from the young lady, only Elder Nan would dare to speak to His Majesty in such an attitude.