Shen Jiao chuckled twice to cover her embarrassment. Isn't this normal? When she was a primary school student, she might not have been able to recite texts with great passion, but she could definitely sing the lyrics and texts in the textbook with great emotion.

Even more so than a Chinese language teacher.

Shen Jiao: "Oh, it's normal operation."

Ji Yan lifted her eyelids and drew out her deep, mellow voice, "Your so-called normal operation is that you wear a widowed expression and then sing love songs to me?"

Shen Jiao: "..."

Damn it, where's the mirror? She really wanted to see how she, a single dog who had been single for countless years, would make a widowed-looking expression.

Also, why sing love songs about cerebral palsy? She should have just belted out a couple of lines to win people over; that was too hasty.

"That's not how it works, please let me explain..."

"An explanation is just a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth." Ji Yan curled her lips and gave a cold, indifferent "heh," with an expression that said, "I know what you're trying to say even if you fart."

Shen Jiao: "But this is really a misconception..."

Ji Yan: "I don't believe it."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Definitely, you shouldn't be obsessed with me; I'm just a legend. But if you insist on being obsessed, that's fine too.

"Don't believe me? Fine, don't believe me then. I'm too lazy to say anything more," Shen Jiao muttered to herself. She felt that ever since she met Ji Yan, she had become a perpetually talking machine.

Thankfully, this world doesn't have mind-reading abilities, otherwise it would be too noisy.

Shen Jiao remained silent.

Ji Yan looked down at her with a strange expression. "Why aren't you saying anything!"

Shen Jiao: ? ? ? Are you alright? ? ?

I want to speak, but you don't want me to. I insist on speaking, but you don't want me to. I'm being a silent, unresisting mute according to your demands, and you're still unhappy about it?

hehe.

Shen Jiao had always thought that Ji Yan had a pretty good temper. Under these circumstances, she took a few deep breaths and forcefully suppressed the urge to risk her old life to slap Ji Yan twice.

It's not worth it, it's not worth it. He's just a man, not worth risking his life for.

She forced a smug smile. "Then let's continue with the topic we weren't finished with, Your Majesty."

The tyrant's unexpected cooperation caused his eyes to naturally curve upwards as he glanced at him and said, "Then I want to be the hottest sun, so is there a problem with appearing at this time?"

Shen Jiao: "..." Wake up, Tyrant! This topic is unimportant and doesn't need to be continued!

If time could turn back, if life could start over, if it weren't 38 or 39 degrees Celsius today, she would never say those stupid things that even her own father wouldn't recognize.

She was wrong, really wrong.

She was so tired, and there was no ice jelly to cool her down. She was terrified of turning into a fiery pea shooter. "No problem, so let's talk about testing my learning progress, Your Majesty."

Shen Jiao smacked her dry lips. "What makes someone qualified?"

"Simple, kill me."

Ji Yan tossed over a beautiful red-tasseled spear, which landed precisely three inches to her side. The red tassel fluttered in the wind, brushing against her face like a tickle, making her sneeze several times.

Shen Jiao looked at the tyrant nervously, "This is definitely not a provocation."

Ji Yan didn't care at all. "You even dared to touch my head, what's there to be nervous about when I sneeze a couple of times?"

That sounds like it makes a lot of sense.

but!

The tyrant actually knew that she had touched his head that day, so does that mean he even knew about taking off her clothes and touching... her abs?

Shen Jiao's temples throbbed. She was indeed short-sighted. Logically speaking, a normal person who was as weak as a tyrant would have already stepped into the coffin by now. But what happened? The tyrant was as weak as a lump of mud, but his consciousness was still very clear.

Ji Yan watched her ever-changing expressions, sometimes frowning, sometimes mournful, more expressive than the group of actors Wang Fuyang had been supporting.

He tilted his head slightly. "I was the one who was touched, why do you look like you've been taken advantage of?"

Shen Jiao: "I didn't."

Don't talk nonsense, I clearly regret what I did.

Does a tyrant not understand human emotions? Why does he always over-interpret them? It would be one thing if he was right, but he can also speak so arrogantly about things that are completely unrelated.

Shen Jiao asked tentatively, "So, you were already awake at that time? If you were awake, why didn't you move on your own?"

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow, "You want me to do it myself?"

"..."

"Sorry, this isn't the bus to kindergarten," she said, refusing to buy a ticket. Shen Jiao sighed, "What I mean is, why don't you walk back to your bedchamber by yourself and change your clothes yourself?"

Ji Yan showed no remorse whatsoever, crossed her arms, and said, "Because I am the Emperor."

Got it, got it. The Emperor should exploit free labor. Shen Jiao felt like she had that serious illness of a fool.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one in the world who has touched me." Ji Yan said casually.

Oh, well, I'm quite honored, Shen Jiao thought, her heart as still as water.

The tyrant continued, "Generally speaking, anyone who dares to lay a hand on me is killed by me, but you are different. Your mission was to assassinate me, so I didn't cut off your hand. How about that? Aren't you moved?"

Shen Jiao: "..."

That sounds nice, but it's not the same, is it? Please be simple and clear. Next time, please just tell her that I've decided to be merciful and leave her a whole corpse. Suddenly, I feel that assassinating Ji Yan is possible. This damn emperor is really infuriating.

The tyrant pointed at the weapon and said, "Come on, let me test your learning results. If you still can't kill me, I'll kill that incompetent idiot Chen Bao."

So now you've not only learned how to use bundled sales, but you're also determined to make her the one who's caught in the middle. If Chen Bao gets ripped off because of her, even the deepest hell will ostracize her.

"I think it's still... it's still lacking something." Shen Jiao stammered, feeling extremely troubled.

She wanted to grab the tyrant's ear and give him a stern lecture, telling him not to be so quick to court death, that it was disrespectful to life, and that if he was going to die, he should die on the battlefield, in the course of his mission. What kind of skill was it to die at the hands of a woman? He had no backbone.

But she dared not, for she feared that before she could finish speaking, the tyrant would send her to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures.

Shen Jiao really wanted to check out that unreliable browser in the real world and search for "a hundred ways to make a tyrant experience the beauty of life." Someone save her; her hair really doesn't allow her to be overly anxious.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck as two slender fingers pinched it. The tyrant's patient voice rang in Shen Jiao's ear. "What are you thinking about now?"

Shen Jiao felt the fur on the back of her head stand on end, but she forced herself to remain calm. "I'm wondering, can Chen Bao defeat His Majesty?"

"Of course I can't beat him." Ji Yan moved closer to her cheek. Despite the danger, Shen Jiao was incredibly bold and could only think: Please come a little closer, it's so cool, so cool.

The tyrant was still putting on airs, displaying an arrogant and indifferent demeanor, saying, "Under the whole heaven, no one can defeat me."

Although it has never been confirmed, it is probably true, Shen Jiao thought subconsciously. Suddenly, she really wanted to see the tyrant fight a martial arts master, the kind where the opponent would be killed in a flash.

Ji Yan: "What? Worried about not being able to beat me and getting killed instead?"

"no."