That makes sense, Gu An said. "By the way, there's something I've been thinking about and struggling with for a long time, but I've decided to tell you."

Shen Qingfeng asked, "What is it?"

Gu An laughed and said, "The sunflower seeds you just ate were cracked open one by one with my mouth."

"..."

Shen Qingfeng flew into a rage, crushing five walnuts in his hand, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Gu! An! You're asking for death!"

Gu An shattered six walnuts with a single palm strike, then retorted defiantly, "Come on, let's fight!"

...

At this moment, in a room with flickering candlelight and overlapping shadows.

"Your Highness, let me help you." Shen Yu's face was flushed as she took the initiative to get up and help Murong Chen straighten his clothes.

The blankets slipped down, revealing her breasts and countless red spots.

Murong Chen, having eaten and drunk his fill, was also satisfied: "Yu'er's food is excellent."

She spoke shyly, "Your Highness."

Murong Chen grabbed her hand that was teasing him, his eyes darkening: "It's still early, Yu'er, I want to pamper you one more time."

Then, the room was filled with passionate moans, but no one noticed a figure crouching in the corner for a long time, clenching his fist tightly.

Meanwhile, Shen Jiao and Ji Yan have already left Yanjiang Terrace. The remaining competition is tomorrow, so there is no need to stay there any longer.

When the carriage arrived at the palace gate, the two got off and walked.

On a path paved with white jade, Ji Yan walked slowly ahead, while Shen Jiao followed slowly, holding a candied hawthorn in one hand and pulling on the tyrant's sleeve embroidered with golden roses with the other.

"Your Majesty?"

"Hmm? What's wrong? Don't you like the candied hawthorns? Or are you too tired to walk? Should I carry you?"

"..."

Shen Jiao wondered what was going on. She had just blurted out something, was it her tone that was off? How could he have blurted out so many questions in such a short time?