Shen Jiao thought that if enemies came to kill her in droves, even if she was very confident, she should at least pretend to prepare. Shouldn't there be some tension?

Unexpectedly, she was still short-sighted and couldn't figure out the tyrant's modus operandi. Upon hearing the shadow guard's report, Ji Yan waved her hand impatiently, "Open the door!"

Shen Jiao: ? ? ?

When other emperors are attacked, they would want to find a hundred Liangshan heroes to block their gates and a few Guardians of the Galaxy to protect them. At most, they would leave behind a pretentious quote like "I will be back" and then quickly lead their confidants and women to escape through a secret passage.

And what did Ji Yan do? Open the door? She was afraid her enemies would arrive too late.

Shen Jiao had mixed feelings. Was it the emperor surnamed Ji who had extraordinary physique, or was it just this person named Ji Yan who had extraordinary physique?

Whether the tyrant's mental illness stemmed from a genetic mutation in his family or from extraordinary diligence and effort, became an unsolved mystery in Shen Jiao's mind.

Seeing the tyrant's "If you come at me, I'll kill you; if you come at me in pairs, I'll chase you to your house and kill four of you" attitude, she figured she probably wouldn't end up having to go through the secret passage.

So, she decided to drink a few more bowls of nourishing soup and rest in bed to conserve her energy. She felt like she had lost several pounds and her skin was wrinkled from losing so much blood.

Just as Shen Jiao turned to run towards the bedchamber, Ji Yan pulled her back and embraced her, saying, "Where are you going? It's so boring, don't you want to watch a show?"

Shen Jiao: "Go to sleep. Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty, but I'm not bored."

So, there's no need to watch the show. Also, I'm a patient. Although I'm strong and have a good recovery ability, I don't have your tireless mental state. I'm not a superwoman, I need to rest, bro.

Ji Yan then said, "But that good-for-nothing Shen Qingye will come."

Shen Jiao asked in confusion, "So what if he comes? Although I share the same name as his sister, it only proves that my name is very common. He's not my brother, so what does it have to do with me, Your Majesty?"

Moreover, although Shen Yu was thrown out by the tyrant, the root cause was still partly due to her foot pain. When Shen Qingye came to confront him, he couldn't get through to the tyrant, so he could only vent his anger on her, the culprit.

No way, if you can't afford to offend her, can't you at least avoid her?

If I have the chance another day, I'll definitely bring two pig heads and three bottles of liquor to apologize in person.

Liang Heng also thought of this and added, "Yes, Your Majesty. Moreover, those people from the White Python Pavilion are not good people. It would be bad if they frightened Sister Shen."

Ji Yan protested, "She's not even afraid of me, how could she be scared by that bunch of good-for-nothings?"

Shen Jiao: "..." Thank you for your rare and sincere praise, but to be honest, I'm not really happy to hear it.

Liang Heng was always considerate of his beautiful younger sister. After thinking for a moment, he still forced himself to persuade her, "Your Majesty, Sister Shen is weak and needs to rest."

Shen Jiao nodded. She swore that while men come and go, the divine doctor would remain a constant. She unilaterally declared that Liang Heng would be her best buddy from now on.

"I know, but she has to go." Ji Yan suddenly became very stubborn, determined to make her go and see Shen Qingye suffer.

Even Liang Heng couldn't fathom the complicated relationship between the tyrant and Shen Qingye.

To get Shen Jiao to go to the theater, the tyrant spared no expense, having palace servants bring a sedan chair that was both comfortable and luxurious inside and out. He stuffed her inside and even thoughtfully lowered a glittering golden curtain, making her feel extremely comfortable inside, much like a pheasant turning into a phoenix. However, most people outside would be blinded by the glitter.

For example, Liang Heng couldn't stop talking and always wanted to chat with people. He didn't dare to disturb the tyrant in front of him, and the palace servants didn't want to pay attention to him, so he had no choice but to turn his attention to Shen Jiao, who was also a spectator.

Although it's fun talking to pretty girls, I get dizzy every time I turn my head to talk to them.

Besides the glittering palanquin, the tyrant also ordered two palace maids to serve Shen Jiao. She didn't have to do any eating or drinking herself. At first, she was a little unaccustomed to it, but as soon as she tried to stop them or had the idea of ​​doing things on her own, the palace maids would kneel down and keep apologizing. Shen Jiao had no choice but to let them do as they pleased.

Once she let it go, it spiraled out of control. Even a stray hair that was accidentally blown into the corner of her eye by the wind could be brushed back up by the palace servants before she could.

Shen Jiao: "..." Good sisters, there's really no need for this!

She couldn't help but wonder, if she needed to use the toilet at that moment, would the palace servants be able to help her take off her pants?

For a moment, Shen Jiao felt that she was probably not just weak from bleeding. She thought that she was already a vegetable who couldn't take care of herself. Although she was useless, to be honest, the experience was quite enjoyable.

Perhaps she can remain this useless person for another twenty years?

After Shen Jiao finished the last sip of the nourishing soup, the sedan chair followed closely behind the tyrant's pace and arrived at the palace gate. Whether it was because the tyrant's pace was slow or the palace servants carrying the sedan chair were highly skilled, she did not feel any swaying at all and remained extremely steady. Even the teacup was so calm that not a ripple appeared.

The worker peeled another tangerine for her. Just as Shen Jiao opened her mouth, a fierce voice suddenly came from outside, almost scaring her so much that she bit her tongue.

"That brat surnamed Mu is in my hands. If you want to exchange his life for yours, you'll have to give me yours!"

Does he sound like a really arrogant old man?

The tyrant's daily puzzlement: "Someone surnamed Mu? Don't know him. Just kill him."

Shen Jiao: "..." Oh? A fool met a shameless one? A shameless one met someone who can't remember anything?

...

It is said that when the elders of the White Python Pavilion and their group brought Mu Yang to the palace, they had already discussed in advance how to sneak into the palace unnoticed and how to shamelessly use Mu Yang to blackmail the pretty boy. Every detail was meticulously planned.

For some reason, the previously clueless formation suddenly became clear, and the way up was unobstructed. Everything was proceeding smoothly, and the elder felt that it was all because of his superb formation-solving skills, which made him feel extremely happy.

Just as they were preparing to circle around to the back of the palace and use their light-footed skills to scale the walls and enter, the palace gates suddenly opened.

"Beware of a trap!" the elder shouted sternly, and the surrounding disciples immediately went on high alert.

As a result, they waited for a long time, but there was no movement. Not to mention people, they didn't even see a single fallen leaf.

It was very quiet all around, with only the rustling of the wind.

As it was the tyrant's palace, no one dared to be careless. They looked around cautiously as they walked in, fearing an ambush.

"Mmm..."

As soon as he stepped into the main gate of the palace, the dying Mu Yang suddenly became agitated, twisting his body incessantly, trying to break free from his restraints.

The White Python Pavilion disciple carrying Mu Yang nearly fell flat on his face from the commotion. Annoyed, he slapped Mu Yang's butt and said fiercely, "Behave yourself, or I'll take off your pants and beat you! Don't think you'll be happy just because you see a pretty boy; he might not be able to save you."

Mu Yang's eyes widened in anger, "Ugh...ugh..."

You idiot, the enemy of my enemy is my friend! I'm on your side!

The White Python Pavilion disciple assumed Mu Yang was simply angry, scoffed, stuffed the stinky sock back into Mu Yang's mouth, and then, with a burst of energy, slapped his buttocks twice more. "Little brat."