Hearing the commotion, Madam Sun couldn't wait any longer and stumbled closer.

"Where are the clues? Eunuch Wang, where are the clues?"

In the eyes of a child.

Wang Fu almost instinctively started singing the nursery rhyme his wife was humming, but thankfully he stopped in time.

He cleared his throat and took out a letter: "The evidence is here. Lord Sun, please take your time to read it. This old servant has to rush to Yanjiang Terrace to watch the Empress's competition. Farewell. You two, please stop here. No need to see me off."

Sun Laoda took the letter, watched Wang Fu leave, and then hurriedly opened the envelope.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Madam Sun's eyes: "That's wonderful, wonderful! With this clue, we can find the murderer who killed Mengyao. Mengyao, Mother will definitely avenge you, Mother will definitely avenge you..."

"What revenge!" Master Sun had already read through the process and evidence of Sun Mengyao hiring someone to assassinate the Empress Dowager, and he was both angry and saddened: "Look for yourself, is this the good daughter we raised!"

Despite his burning anger, Mr. Sun refrained from throwing the letter at Mrs. Sun's face.

"What does this mean?" Madam Sun's heart skipped a beat. She took the letter with trembling hands and read it. The more she read, the worse her face became, gradually turning pale and bloodless.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this is fake! This is slander! Mengyao would never do such a thing..."

By the end, Madam Sun's voice was barely audible.

Lord Sun lamented, "Slander? Madam, don't you know what kind of person His Majesty is? If he wanted to harm the Sun family, why would he go to such lengths?"

The grieving father seemed to age ten years in an instant: "Hiring someone to assassinate the Empress is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family. The Empress and His Majesty have already shown great mercy by sparing Mengyao's life."

Madam Sun's lips trembled as she tried to retort, but in the end she couldn't utter a single word. She buried her face in her husband's arms and wept silently.

...

"No more...no more, Your Majesty...I really can't take it anymore."

"Sweetie, just a little longer... Really don't want it anymore? Have I satisfied you this time? Hmm?"

"I'm full! Burp~" Shen Jiao shook her head like a rattle drum, her little mouth bulging as she chewed laboriously.

I ate too much, and my burps tasted like peaches.

She rubbed her masseter muscles, which were sore from overwork.

"But there's still so much left to eat, shall we have some more?" Ji Yan asked, looking troubled as she held a bowl of peaches that she had personally cut into small pieces.

Shen Jiao: "...No! Your Majesty, please wake up! I'm a human being, not a monkey! I simply can't eat twenty peaches in one go!"

According to the theory of evolution, a hamster can evolve into a mischievous monkey on Mount Emei with just twenty peaches.

She failed to evolve; at best, she's just a hamster at the foot of Mount Emei.

Ji Yan stretched out her icy index finger and poked the cheek of the ruffled hamster: "I don't want you to finish it right away. You can hide it here, hoard it, and eat it slowly."

He remembered that hamsters were all like that.

"???"

Shen Jiao pouted. "Why don't you buy a hearing aid and listen carefully? Does this sound like something a normal person would say?"

Please wake up! I look like a hamster, but I'm not a real hamster!

"Don't you want to store peaches?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Ji Yan took out a large basin filled to the brim from behind her back, her movements quite elegant.

"How about stocking up on walnuts? Or bananas? Grapes? Tangerines?"

Shen Jiao: (′?ω?)？

What is that?

Fruit Elimination Game?

Seeing that her left eye read "refusal" and her right eye read "absolute rejection," Ji Yan took out another large basin from under the table.

He took out the items one by one, as if it were a clearance sale, and introduced them in a melodious tone: "Or maybe pig's trotters? Pig's head? Pig bristles? Hmm... how about the random cockroach?"

Shen Jiao: o(′^｀)o！ ！

Not very good!

You're the one who eats cockroaches, your whole family eats cockroaches.

...

The second round of the Four Flowers Banquet competition arrived as scheduled.

After the first round of competition, half of the contestants had already been eliminated.

The rules for the second round have also changed somewhat; both rounds now involve pairwise comparisons, with the winner being eliminated.

The audience was as noisy as ever.

"Look, it's Her Majesty!"

"This competition is too monotonous! It's all just our queen's overwhelming strength. Can't the ladies from other countries step up their game?"

"I'm pregnant. If I look at Your Majesty even once more, the child I give birth to will surely be as intelligent as Your Majesty."

"Pregnant women in Fuzhou, please take a closer look!"

"A pregnant woman from Qishan requests to take a closer look!"

"Pregnant woman in the royal city requests extra attention!"

"Application from a pregnant woman from Liang Kingdom..."

"Your Majesty is from the Great Yan! Guards, throw this neighbor out!"

"Hahahaha... You're probably overthinking it, but I think the little prince in Your Majesty's belly must be exceptionally intelligent!"

This was the loudest and clearest shout, as if it were coming from a loudspeaker at the entrance of a two-dollar store.

Shen Jiao happened to overhear this, and her lips twitched.

Being smart is fine, but being exceptionally intelligent is unnecessary.

No, Shen Jiao immediately realized.

Her belly is full of peach babies, not human babies at all, so what is she worried about?

Tsk tsk.

Pregnancy can make you stupid for three years.

False pregnancy is also an example.

In the first round of the piano competition, Shen Jiao's opponent was a younger sister who seemed extremely shy.

As we all know, shyness and introversion are closely linked, and Shen Jiao smiled gently, afraid of scaring the girl.

His opponent's cheeks were visibly flushed with an indelible high-altitude blush.

Shen Jiao's lips stiffened.

Why does her smile look like high-pressure spray paint?

The color rendering is excellent.

"Um... Your Majesty, could you please smile again?" The voice was barely audible.

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