"Those two are the personal disciples of the Sage of Qin and the Sage of Calligraphy. The one on the left is called the Immortal Music Qin Player, and the one on the right is called the Soaring Cloud Calligrapher."

The scene was too noisy, with excited shouts, chatter, and the cries of babies rising and falling. Wang Fu gave a rapid-fire introduction, which Shen Jiao couldn't quite hear, but Ji Yan was answering her questions.

It's really strange. Tyrants seem to despise all living beings and care about nothing, yet they know a thing or two about everything.

Shen Jiao exclaimed in surprise: "Personal disciples?! And how old are the Sage of Qin and the Sage of Calligraphy...?"

Ji Yan rested her chin on one hand: "The Qin Saint died young, several years ago. As for the Calligraphy Saint, he was about the same age as Old Man Nan. Hmm, they were both very old, with many wrinkles, and neither of them were handsome."

Shen Jiao: "???"

The last sentence was clearly added by him and had nothing to do with the question she asked.

However, judging from their appearances alone, both the celestial musician and the soaring calligrapher are at least over fifty years old.

She hadn't thought about it before, but now she suddenly realized that her identity as the junior sister was quite absurd and a little funny.

Ji Yan saw right through her thoughts and said smugly, "What's the big deal? If you want, I can have them call you grandma."

"..."

Shen Jiao's lips twitched, thinking to herself, what's so great about this idea that will be scorned by later generations?

Ji Yan narrowed her eyes, picked up a tangerine and tossed it around: "Hmm? You don't seem very satisfied. What about Grandpa? Calling me Grandpa is fine, but calling me Mother is not allowed. I am beautiful, but I can't give birth to such old and ugly sons. No way, no way."

If she continued, Shen Jiao would be unable to look her two senior brothers in the eye.

She waved her hands frantically, saying, "No need, no need, I don't have such strong tastes, really, I have absolutely no intention of casually becoming someone's grandparents!"

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: "Is that so?"

Shen Jiao: "Of course!"

"Oh," he murmured, resting his hands behind his head in a languid manner. "Then it's not because I've lost a pity or a joy."

A bittersweet memory?

Shen Jiao silently shook her head.

Aside from a tyrant, probably no one else would feel wronged by this. As for Elder Nan and Elder Qi, if they heard such treasonous remarks, they would be lucky if they didn't fly into a rage.

To be honest, the tyrant's posture—neither sitting nor lying down—was far from elegant, yet it somehow exuded a sense of arrogance.

Fortunately, the attic was on high ground, and there were many decorative gold gauze curtains hanging all around, so the people on both sides could not see inside at all, and could only vaguely see two figures.

Even if we take a step back and assume we saw it, who would dare say that the tyrant didn't sit properly?

It would be a blessing if he could stay quietly until the end of the Four Flowers Banquet and not cause any trouble.

Shen Jiao ate the mandarin orange that Ji Yan had peeled into segments and removed the white stems from, her cheeks puffed out, making her truly adorable.

Seeing her delight, Ji Yan peeled more than a dozen tangerines with even greater effort.

A pair of hands that are used to snapping other people's necks can do such delicate work as peeling the veins of an orange segment without any awkwardness, which can be described as elegant.

While sighing, Shen Jiao obediently waited to be fed, her gaze drifting into the distance as she looked around with interest.

This gives you the feeling of being a leader, looking down on everyone.

I realized that what my homeroom teacher said back then was really true. Standing on the podium, I could see clearly who was below and what little things they were doing.

Shen Jiao casually glanced at the audience seats marked with the Great Yan symbol and immediately spotted Gu An and Shen Qingfeng scrambling for melon seeds.

Madam Gu and Madam Qin were having a very pleasant conversation.

The aloof and arrogant Prince Shen, the stunned Shen Qingye, and the bruised and swollen... Marquis Anbo?

Why did he get beaten up again after only a few days?

Shen Jiao almost exclaimed "Well done!" but then suddenly remembered that this was still her father, no matter how cheap he was. She couldn't do this, or she would be criticized.

She looked at it three times, muttering to herself, "Strange, where is Xiao Liang? Why isn't he here?"

Liang Heng and Li Wanglai were able to watch the martial arts tournament, a competition that was so dull and boring, right on time.

If the Four Flowers Banquet were renamed, it could be described as a grand competition of beauties' talents, a veritable paradise for men.

How come the little miracle doctor isn't here in this kind of place?

It's not normal, it's completely abnormal.

As Shen Jiao was puzzled, a young eunuch asked her to go down and draw the order of appearance, and to wait backstage to prepare for the first competition.

Biqin.

She turned to Ji Yan and said, "I'm going now. Don't peel too many oranges; eating too many oranges will cause internal heat."

"Yes! Go, Your Majesty!"

Ji Yan's beautiful, chilling eyes curved into crescent moons. Reluctant to put down the plump tangerine, she wanted to clap her hands lightly, her movements awkward yet pleasing to the eye.

"Huh?" What? What do you mean, "Go, my lady"? Shen Jiao almost fell over.

The young eunuch dared to remind you: "Your Majesty, His Majesty said you should keep up the good work!"

"Oh, I see. I'll definitely do my best." Shen Jiao rubbed her ears.

Perhaps the strong wind today clouded her judgment; how could she have mistaken Ji Yan's address of "Your Majesty" for "Your Highness"?

Something's not right.

Ji Yan asked, puzzled, "Why is your face red?"

"It's too hot, yes, it's hot!" Shen Jiao would never explain this misheard misunderstanding, nor did she have time to think about how abrupt it was that she complained about the heat in such a cool climate.

She turned to the tyrant and said, "Wait for me to come back."

He then hurriedly turned around and went down the stairs.

Ji Yan stared at the hamster's retreating figure, which looked like it was fleeing in panic, and gently rubbed her chin with two fingers, lost in thought.

"Wife?"

"Don't shout! Don't shout!" Shen Jiao staggered and ran away as fast as she could.

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