The tyrant didn't have a problem with eating meat; he clearly had a problem with eating in general. So how did he end up being reborn as a human? He should have buried himself in the ground and obediently been a thorny rose that only needed to photosynthesize.

Shen Jiao recalled the tyrant's nature and asked, "Has Your Majesty ever eaten ice jelly?"

"No."

"Then why did you say it tasted bad?" This is authoritarianism, she refused to accept it!

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes and said casually, "Because I am the Emperor."

Shen Jiao understood the implication: "Because I am the emperor, I can talk nonsense, and even if I do, you can't do anything about it. Why? Because I am the emperor."

Damn, that's so annoying!

However, the sun is really strong now. Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, or rather, a cornered rabbit will bite. Shen Jiao is also a little upset. She said indignantly, "Why did His Majesty have to come now of all times? Do you know that noon is the hottest time of day?"

Ji Yan gave a half-smile, "I'm not hot. Didn't you say I was your sun? Hmm? You're lying to me?"

All rebellious spirits are fleeting impulses; the tyrant's "hmm" made her sense the tyrant's intent to sharpen his knives and slaughter pigs and sheep.

Shen Jiao's arrogance immediately subsided, and she maintained her survival instincts at all times. "How could that be! Your Majesty is not only my only sun, but also my greatest guardian and my greatest affection in this life."

The lines became increasingly difficult to pronounce, and before she knew it, she was singing them out.

This is terrible.

Ji Yan noticed her expression growing increasingly strange. "You actually have this level of skill?"