Shen Jiao: "..."

If analyzed from the perspective of a boyfriend and girlfriend, this is definitely a perfect answer. If the other person is of the opposite sex, they will know nothing and not recognize anyone.

However, it is obvious that the tyrant was not taking a test on male virtue. He simply threw the girl away without any reason when the name and the person did not match. No wonder Shen Qingye almost drew his butcher knife to commit treason. Who could tolerate this?

Shen Jiao thought to herself, in this way, it's not too regrettable that she couldn't go to the royal city for a few days. If she really went back to the royal city and became the tyrant's shield for causing trouble and acting recklessly every day, her enemies would probably be comparable to U-Love Milk Tea, enough to circle the earth twice, cold and heartbreaking.

In that sense, the poverty of the Great Yan harem can be explained. Given Ji Yan's ruthless nature, it would be strange if the royal family and nobles were willing to send their daughters into the palace. This blatant act of sacrificing one's own family for the greater good is against all reason and justice.

Shen Jiao shook her head.

Ji Yan saw the hamster with its hair standing on end shaking its head like a rattle drum, its delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and it muttering to itself like a handsome little monk chanting sutras.

Those with profound inner strength have extremely keen hearing. Ji Yan listened to Shen Jiao's ramblings in detail, which became increasingly absurd as they went on.

He chuckled, his eyes filled with a chilling glint. "Why would I hesitate to send them? If I hadn't killed them so quickly, even the newly built mass grave wouldn't be full."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Oh? Judging from your smug tone, are you going to be awarded a "Diligent Little Bee Award"? That's just plain stupid.

She asked, "Why?"

As a contestant who values ​​life highly, Shen Jiao really couldn't understand why people would keep going to their deaths knowing that they were heading down a dead end.

Do people in this world really like to blindly commit suicide as something noble and righteous?

“Because they have many concubines.” Liang Heng couldn’t help but interject. “A patriarch of a prominent family, apart from his principal wife, usually has more than a dozen concubines. They work day and night, sowing seeds without rest. As a result, one begets two, two begets three, three begets a whole bunch, dozens of children. A few die, but if they succeed, they get the emperor’s protection. If they fail, they still have other children. Isn’t that a huge profit?”

What a vibrant and colorful scene! Shen Jiao clicked her tongue in amazement. "Wouldn't that be too unfair to those young ladies?"

Seeing her deep in thought, Liang Heng snapped his fan shut and smiled. "Sister Chen, you're still so innocent, so adorable, and so captivating. The relationships between aristocratic families are incredibly complex. It's easy to cultivate a few puppets who will sacrifice themselves for the family. They'll be made to go east and never west, to cry and never laugh. Do you have time to pity them? You'd be better off eating three more bowls of rice. It's a willing exchange, and in my opinion, it's perfectly fair."

Please omit the first half of the sentence next time. Thank you for your cooperation.

Shen Jiao then asked, "Speaking of which, aren't all the pretty girls in the world your confidantes, Young Master Liang? To be honest, it's quite unusual to see you suddenly become so heartless."

Liang Heng brushed aside his stubble, "No, no, no, that was before. Now, my only confidante is Sister Shen."

Shen Jiao: "Ah, that's truly unfortunate."

Liang Heng: "..."

Throughout their conversation, Ji Yan kept a close eye on the hamster's expression. Seeing her calm and composed demeanor, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Don't you want to persuade me not to kill anyone?"

Shen Jiao: "I don't want to."

How dare she advise the tyrant! She was just a lowly dancer, with no status and a life as worthless as grass. When the tyrant went crazy, he even treated his ministers like fruit to play with. She couldn't even guarantee her own life or death, so how could she care about the lives of others?

Forcing oneself to be a saint is really stupid.

Ji Yan stared intently at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Why?"

The hamster with the frizzy hair after losing his memory is really strange. Before, he was too busy to kill those stupid women who were full of family sentiments and had impure thoughts. As a result, a bold woman who didn't want to live took the initiative to seek death.

She sent him a bowl of bone soup, hoping he would understand her feelings, not kill anyone, strive to become a benevolent ruler, care for the world, love his people like his own children, and ideally grant a general amnesty for three to five years.

These days, any dog ​​will bark at you. So, as she wished, he chopped off her head and ordered that no one be allowed to collect her body for five years.

A woman who has lived a few days longer dares to think she is different, while Shen Jiao, whom the world thinks is favored by the emperor, is unusually calm, without desires or wants, and even does nothing. This makes Ji Yan satisfied that she is pragmatic but also a little annoyed. As for what annoys him, he doesn't know. He has always had a bad temper and is mentally ill.

Not only do others criticize him like this, but he himself believes it too. This is probably the only thing he has in common with this dirty world.

Shen Jiao's heart pounded. How the hell would I know about this inhuman question? She racked her brains and blurted out, "Because I believe that everything His Majesty does has a reason."

Ji Yan: "There's no reason. I'll kill you if I want to."

Shen Jiao: "..." Damn it, can't you give me a way out?

But the tyrant seemed determined to get to the bottom of this issue. He stared at her intently, stopped walking, and stood on the street where no one dared to approach, insisting on giving a reason.

Shen Jiao suddenly felt like she was back in the college entrance exam, doing the optional questions. The questions were very simple, and at first glance, she could write them down quickly, but when she actually wrote them, she felt like she didn't know where to start. She wrote a solution, and then... and then nothing more.

She pondered her words for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Then, Your Majesty, could you promise me that you won't kill people so easily next time?"

Since going along with the tyrant doesn't satisfy him, then let's try going against him. She's a lunatic; she wouldn't understand this even if she burned her brain cells.

Upon hearing this, Liang Heng felt inexplicably nervous. He still vividly remembered how gruesome the death of the last beautiful woman who had said such a thing was.

His Majesty's special treatment of Sister Shen is one thing, but the tyrant's unpredictable temperament is another; the two do not affect each other.

Liang Heng was extremely worried for Shen Jiao.

Then, just as he was contemplating whether to risk his life to forcibly change the subject, Ji Yan suddenly burst into laughter, startling the surrounding shops into slamming their doors shut. His lips curled into a smile, and even the most dazzling sunset couldn't outshine the scattered stars in his eyes.

Shen Jiao drifted off into thought again.

After the tyrant had finished laughing, he defiantly uttered three words: "I refuse."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Wow, you're such a kid who needs a feather duster!

...

Located at the foot of Yunwu Mountain is Rongcheng, which serves as the main fortress for receiving guests at the martial arts tournament. Recently, heroes from all over the world have been arriving in Rongcheng one after another.

Therefore, despite the exorbitant prices, the guesthouses and restaurants in Rongcheng are still packed with customers, and even the temporary rental of private houses is extremely popular. Many brave men have fought each other over a room, sometimes knocking over fruit stalls, sometimes knocking down elderly women passing by, or getting so carried away that they throw stones at each other. It is said that one passerby suffered a broken bone on the spot.