Shen Jiao was only sad for a few hours before she came to her senses.

Anyway, whether you're living in fear and anxiety, you'll die; whether you're overjoyed and eating and drinking, you'll die too. Since you can't escape the ending, just relax, cherish the present, try to live every minute to the fullest, eat three extra bowls of rice every day, and leave no regrets.

Perhaps due to the side effects of the poison, when combing her hair this morning, the number of hairs she lost went from dozens to just over ten. This was a welcome relief and a welcome piece of news in her current bleak life.

Shen Jiao hummed a newly learned off-key tune and, like a husky tearing the house apart, rummaged through all the dresses in the wardrobe and laid them out one by one.

In this world, she had no father, mother, brothers, or sisters. Apart from the tyrant, Eunuch Wang, General Chen, Gouzi, and the newly acquainted little divine doctor Liang Heng, she had no close friends. When she arrived in the underworld, most people would probably forget to burn her the pretty dress.

Therefore, she wanted to dress up as much as she could while she was still alive. If she worked hard, she could probably change forty-eight elaborate dresses, twenty-four elaborate hairstyles, and twelve exquisite shoes a day. As for jewelry boxes, she would carry them with her and change her hairpins and earrings every two steps. She had to make the most of every second to win.

She dressed up beautifully every day, so that when she died, people would sigh, "Wow, although this young lady died tragically, judging from the size and style of her dress, she had a good figure and excellent taste in clothes."

Based on experience, the tyrant is usually not in the bedchamber at this time. Shen Jiao quickly took off her clothes and picked up a gaudy, layered, floor-length gauze dress. She then wanted to try the black raven feather-colored wide-sleeved cross-collar long dress next to it, or the dazzling gold dress at the very back was also very tempting.

She's picking and choosing, wanting to wear them all, so conflicted!

Just as Shen Jiao was hesitating and preparing to select her troops, a sinister and disdainful voice suddenly came from above her head: "How can you be so stupid? You're sixteen years old and you still can't dress yourself."

Shen Jiao: "!!!" What the hell? Can't you at least have some basic manners before coming in? Knock first, bro.

She quickly burrowed into the covers, covering herself completely naked. Peeking out, she was initially a little shy and worried about feeling awkward, but when she saw the tyrant sitting on the roof beam with that "Huh? So even a flat-chested bean sprout can crawl into a bed? Interesting, interesting" expression, Shen Jiao's heart immediately calmed down.

Tired, really. The best way to deal with a blind person with no vision is to ignore them. She closed her eyes and planned to take a nap to rest.

As soon as she closed her eyes, a bone-chilling cold hit her face. Shen Jiao's heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, a pair of large hands pulled her out of bed and then enthusiastically helped her finish her half-finished task of choosing a dress.

Shen Jiao: "..." Why does she have so many messy thoughts? Wouldn't it be better to just die a simple and unadorned death?

At that time, those people would also exclaim, "Wow, although this young lady died tragically, judging from her clothes and appearance, she must have been a naturally beautiful and exquisite woman!"

Shen Jiao thought she would be filled with shame and indignation, but in Ji Yan's eyes, she seemed to be covered by a mosaic, with everything below her face blurred. Looking at her was no different from looking at a piece of wood, which made her not only expressionless, but also unable to help but wonder if the tyrant was impotent.

Ji Yan directly selected the black, raven-feather-colored cross-collar long dress for her to change into. Her movements were natural and smooth, easily giving the impression of an old married couple.

Shen Jiao strongly suspected that the reason he didn't pick and choose like the first time was because while she was picking and choosing, he had secretly chosen in advance while squatting on the roof beam.

so?

Ji Yan's newly discovered ailment is playing a real-life version of Miracle Nikki? Haha, that's truly outrageous, it's ridiculous beyond belief.

Ji Yan patted the top of her head, very seriously, "Are you scolding me again? Don't get distracted, this is how you wear a skirt, did you learn it?"

Shen Jiao: "...Oh."

Bro, I'm hesitating about which clothes to wear, not how to wear them. Please get the facts straight!

Ji Yan narrowed her eyes: "So, have you learned it?"

Shen Jiao nodded repeatedly: "I've learned it, I've learned it."

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

You don't believe me? She's sixteen, not six! Shen Jiao: "Your Majesty, I can prove it to you."

Ji Yan: "Don't be stubborn."

Shen Jiao: "???"

Excuse me, which eye of yours saw me being stubborn? Let me poke it out, okay?

“I’m not being stubborn, Your Majesty.”

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

Shen Jiao: "..."

The tyrant seemed to be in a good mood, and chose another, more exquisite and luxurious black gauze dress, the hem of which was also embroidered with enchanting gold roses, with gold and jade beads adorning the stamens, their luster flowing, cold and noble.

His voice was languid: "I've decided to take pity on you and teach you one more time."

"..."

"You are so compassionate," Shen Jiao sighed inwardly.

On the surface, she's a ruthless tyrant who kills without blinking an eye, but in reality, she's a little princess who loves playing with Barbie dolls. Ji Sansui, I despise you for ten thousand years.

Just then, a crisp knock came from outside, interrupting Princess Ji Yan's dressing-up plan. Immediately afterward, Eunuch Wang hurriedly reported, "Your Majesty, Young Master Liang has important matters to discuss with you."

Ji Yan's face immediately darkened, and before leaving, she casually stuffed something into Shen Jiao's mouth.

Not again? She instinctively felt like throwing up.

The tyrant covered her mouth, threatening fiercely, "If you dare to spit, I'll kill you right now."

No, I'd rather live one more day than anything else. Shen Jiao didn't dare to vomit, but she didn't obediently swallow either. The tyrant's technique wasn't as accurate as the first time. Last time he directly stuffed a tube down her throat, but this time the pill was still on her tongue.

To be honest, the poison maker this time was quite conscientious; it was sweet, even peach-flavored. Sigh, I'm ashamed to say, she didn't want to eat it either; the poison dissolved on its own.

Ji Yan glanced at her and scoffed, "What are you afraid of? The antidote."

Shen Jiao: "...Gulp." What? The antidote? She quickly swallowed it.

Ji Yan: "..."

...

Half an hour later.

When Liang Heng saw Ji Yan, who exuded an aura of "I want to kill someone," he wished he could turn around and run back to the royal city immediately.

It seems like he came at a rather untimely time?

How about we buy another divination? Maybe he can consult the oracle before going out in the future? Or, maybe he should become a Taoist priest? Although he can no longer openly interact with pretty girls, survival is the priority.

Ji Yan sneered, "Again and again, Liang Heng, do you really think I won't kill you?"

Liang Heng immediately knelt down, pleading, "No, Your Majesty! I really have something important to discuss!"

Ji Yan stomped on a rock in the mountain scenery beside him, his face dark and menacing. "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or I'll kill you."

Liang Heng automatically ignored the last half of the sentence, quickly got up, and brushed the dust off his body. "Your Majesty, I flipped through some books. To cure Sister Chen's poison, we are still missing a few ingredients. As far as I know, one of them is in Yunwu Mountain in Rongcheng."

Ji Yan: "Who told you that I was going to give her an antidote?"