His voice was deep and mellow, and his pale and delicate face made him look harmless and sincere. However, the smile in his eyes was distant and unapproachable, which made his words seem extremely strange.

Shen Jiao didn't see it; she was preoccupied with these words, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. The little eunuch's smile was dazzling, comparable to the camellias blooming beautifully outside the window. Shen Jiao was dazzled by his smile, so she softened her tone and smiled at him with a radiant smile, "Alright, as you say."

It's always right to go along with evil forces, but whether or not to actually do it is another matter entirely.

Yan Sheng was taken aback by her laughter.

He had never seen anyone laugh like that before. It was extremely ugly, yet it was so convincing that no one could find a single flaw in it. This flawless acting truly displeased him.

Yan Sheng inexplicably started laughing. He couldn't learn to smile from the heart, and his facial muscles were stiff. In Shen Jiao's eyes, it looked terribly awkward.

Shen Jiao: It's a good thing I have this face, otherwise, it would be hard not to go blind.

"Perform well and don't let me down," Yan Sheng said.

What do you mean by "don't disappoint him"? Isn't it "don't disappoint Emperor Wei"? I must say, this little eunuch spy is quite arrogant.

The words "dislike of life" were spoken with certainty and casualness. His voice was not as high-pitched as she had imagined, but rather as cool and mellow as melting ice water from the top of a snow-capped mountain. He solemnly entrusted her with the important task of assassinating the Yan Emperor once again.

Shen Jiao suddenly recalled the sacred moment when newlyweds entered the hall and confessed their love to each other. The little eunuch was also quite sacred now, but what he said was strangely unpleasant to hear, even a bit violent. Fortunately, she was mentally resilient.

She couldn't tell whether the words of those who hated life were true or false. The only thing she was sure of was that, compared to Emperor Wei, the little eunuch might be the one who wanted Emperor Yan to die the most!

Look at this meticulous and determined drive, doesn't it resemble a top student determined to get into Peking University, Shanghai University, or Tsinghua University?

She felt inferior to him.

After saying this, Yan Sheng swaggered away, showing none of the caution and caution a spy should have. He acted as if he were strolling through his own backyard, as if he wanted to have a sign on his forehead that read, "I am a spy, Emperor Yan, come and kill me!"

"Eh..." Shen Jiao's words of reminder stuck in her throat.

No, this is Yan territory. Isn't he afraid of being discovered? In this day and age, would someone dare to be so high-profile as a spy working for the Yan Emperor?

Shen Jiao admired the young eunuch somewhat.

Suddenly, I recalled that when I passed by a teahouse before, someone said that the current Emperor of Yan had a habit of collecting all kinds of beautiful women, not because he liked them or distinguished by gender, but simply because he enjoyed the thrill of skinning and dismembering them. Not only that, he would also make them into small and exquisite lanterns as gifts for his ministers. Once, a lantern was oozing blood in the middle of the night and almost scared the minister's wife to death.

So, why does the Emperor of Yan indulge the little eunuch so much? Could it be that he is attracted to his exceptionally handsome appearance?

Shen Jiao realized, "Holy crap, what a perverted face-obsessed person."

...

Yan Sheng walked out of the courtyard, tore off his hat, and threw it behind him without a care in the world. An older eunuch immediately emerged from the shadows of a nearby tree to catch it, and ran to meet him while cautiously saying, "Your Majesty, this old servant found this."

The old eunuch's name was Wang Fu, and he was the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department.

As Wang Fu spoke, his hands trembling, he presented a dagger. He had wiped off the mud and washed it three times, making it shine like new.

"She actually threw it away?"

Without using weapons, was she planning to strangle him to death with her own hands?

A hint of admiration flashed in Yan Sheng's eyes. Not bad, not bad. He knows how to apply what he's learned to other situations. He has a lot of courage. He admires him.

But the next moment his face darkened, and he exuded a strong sense of violence and killing intent. Wang Fu's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance. Fortunately, he managed to grab the wall and silently lit three incense sticks for Shen Jiao in his heart.

Yan Sheng's expression was ferocious, but the corners of his mouth were turned up. "Look how bold she is. She's outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant in front of me. That old bastard Anbo Hou is taking my salary while letting his daughter collude with Wei. Now he's even sent her to Langya Pass. Tell me, is he provoking me or does he not take me seriously?"

“It is Marquis Anbo who is confused. His Majesty is the supreme ruler of the Great Yan. No one in the world dares to disregard His Majesty.” Despite serving the Yan Emperor for many years, Wang Fu could not withstand this violent aura. His body trembled like a leaf, and his head was lowered.

"No, no, no, she dares." Yan Sheng's gaze fell on a room in the distance lit by a dim candlelight. His narrow eyes were slightly upturned, and his eyes were cold and unsettling. "Don't underestimate her just because she's stupid. Not only does she dare to disregard me, but she has also developed unparalleled acting skills. When I was still the Seventh Prince, she broke four of my fingers to curry favor with those aristocratic dogs. Now she dares to pretend she doesn't remember me. She's really asking for death. But she's lucky. Although her brain is mediocre, she looks quite convincing. Otherwise, I would have killed her."

Wang Fu: "..." What a display of someone who wears "I'm a sucker for good looks" on their sleeve.

Having spent decades in the palace, Wang Fu knew how miserable the life of the Yan Emperor had been during the time of the Seventh Prince. However, he was unaware that Shen Jiao was involved. In his heart, he burned some paper money for this audacious young lady.

The secrets of the emperor should not be discussed too much, for the more one says, the more mistakes one may make. He immediately changed the subject: "Your Majesty, should we send someone to keep an eye on the Marquis of Anbo's residence?"

He didn't believe that a mere young lady from the inner quarters would dare to betray the country and collude with the enemy. Now, she had even come to Langya Pass with a dancer from Wei. Whether it was a coincidence or an accident, it was hard not to doubt the loyalty of the Marquis of Anbo's mansion.

"What's there to watch? I'm going to die in a couple of days. Who cares if the Marquis of Anbo's mansion betrays me? Get out of here and don't give me any bad advice or cause trouble, or I'll beat you up." Yan Sheng's expression changed again, his brow furrowed with annoyance. His attitude was unpredictable and baffling.

This is clearly a ploy to trick Shen Jiao into assassinating the Yan Emperor. Anyone would think it was a joke, but the person in question was true to their word and took it seriously.

"Your Majesty, please be careful with your words! You are the Emperor of Great Yan, destined to live a long and glorious life..." Wang Fu, an old man, was almost brought to tears by this unconventional approach.

What kind of nonsense is this? Who would hire someone to kill themselves, let alone the ruler of a country?

He had served this Yan emperor for five or six years, yet he was still unaware of his capricious nature. Indeed, the refined and handsome young man in front of him, who stayed up late at night pretending to be a eunuch to amuse the traitorous dancer, was none other than the King of Yan, Ji Yan.

Ji Yan always acted as he pleased, doing whatever he pleased, making him unpredictable. So why would he so earnestly instruct spies to assassinate him? Apart from him, which other ruler would dare to be so presumptuous and reckless?

The court attendant, who was following behind, held his notebook and was on the verge of tears. It was easy to pick up a pen but difficult to put it down. He could only blame himself for being born at the wrong time and encountering a ruler like Ji Yan!

He regretted studying and taking the imperial examinations countless times, thinking he should have stayed in his hometown and wielded a hoe until the end of time.

Ji Yan didn't care about any of this. He just loved to go against the rules. He would do the opposite of what others expected of him. Let later generations talk about him as they pleased. Curse him? No problem. It would be best if they cursed him loudly, with all sorts of different curses, with all sorts of flowery language, with all sorts of earth-shattering curses. Only then would he be happy and content.