Shen Jiao was dumbfounded.

As a good young person in society, it was the first time I had faced the death of someone else, and I really couldn't handle it. Generally speaking, it would take me ten days to half a month to have nightmares to recover.

But reality didn't allow her to be coy. While wondering what procedure this was and why no one had informed her, Shen Jiao covered her mouth and quietly shrank to the side, trying to make herself invisible.

Suddenly, a heavy object flew across most of the hall and, by sheer coincidence, landed right in front of her, and the two locked eyes.

Shen Jiao: "..."

Head dancer: "..."

Surrounded by endless noise, Shen Jiao could only feel her own weak heartbeat. She said sullenly, "What a coincidence, you've come all this way. Do you need a hand?"

The leader of the dancers coughed up blood, grabbed her sword, and scrambled to her feet. "How come you're still alive? Perfect! I'll kill you first and offer you as a sacrifice to my sisters! Prepare to die!"

Shen Jiao jumped up in fright, "There's a cause for every wrong, why are you trying to kill me? If you're so capable, go kill the Shadow Guards to get revenge, sister."

"You think I don't want to!" The head dancer gritted her teeth, and then coughed up blood in anger. "I can't beat them, so I have to take one of them with me to feel at ease. Otherwise, I won't die in peace."

So, the weak deserve to be bullied. Shen Jiao was shocked by the sword energy and her face turned pale. She subconsciously closed her eyes.

The next second, she opened her eyes again. She had never died like this before, and it would be more reassuring to see it with her own eyes.

At the critical moment of life and death, a loud "clang" rang out.

The head dancer was once again knocked away by the pursuing shadow guards. The brightly lit inner room illuminated the wax paper, and the colorless plum blossoms depicted on it were lifelike. With a few "plop" sounds, hot blood splattered, and a delicate red plum blossom quietly bloomed in Shen Jiao's eyes.

I vomited.

Seriously, even someone born into a family of pig butchers couldn't bear such a bloody scene.

Shen Jiao felt that this brief escape from death had enriched her otherwise unremarkable life experience, but the person who performed it commented with little interest, "This is the sword dance that the envoy arranged for me? Tsk, it is truly an insult to my musician."

Upon hearing this, the envoys from Wei knelt in a row.

Shen Jiao stiffly turned her head, and finally, amidst the dripping blood, she clearly saw the face of the Yan Emperor.

When Ji Yan changed into her dark blue everyday clothes, she was more elegant than when she dressed as a eunuch. Her face was as beautiful as jade, her eyes were bright and beautiful, and she wore a jade hair crown. Her black hair hung down to her chest. She had a graceful figure and was unrestrained and charming. She was the epitome of elegance and beauty.

Ji Yan smiled at her.

Shen Jiao: "..." Laugh at your mother.

...

Now, Shen Jiao's thoughts were in turmoil; to be precise, her mind was in utter chaos, her heart completely broken. Who could tell her what kind of idiot the Yan Emperor was? When did he become so fond of role-playing? Just how severe was his mental illness? Was there really no one going to do anything about it?

She couldn't understand why the emperor, the most powerful man in the land, would tease a nobody like her.

I pretended to be a eunuch and taught her how to kill me. I pretended to be punished by myself to gain sympathy. I praised myself without batting an eye... Hehe.

Shen Jiao was somewhat dazed as she stood back in the blood-soaked hall, and accidentally stumbled over the kneeling Wei envoy.

At this moment, she finally understood what the head dancer meant when she said "if something unexpected happens." The Wei Kingdom sent the dancers to sue for peace with two plans: one was to give them to Ji Yan as concubines to gather intelligence and make long-term plans; the other was that if something unexpected happened, they would go all out to assassinate the Yan Emperor.

Considering the reactions of the dramatic Ji Yan and the envoys from both countries, along with the accompaniment of the musician and the assassination by the shadow guards, it seems that under Ji Yan's tyrannical coercion, the Wei envoys, knowing that Plan One would not succeed, directly adapted Plan Two to please Ji Yan.

Shen Jiao's face turned deathly pale. So, the dancers' supposed heroic act of sacrificing themselves for their country was actually a joke orchestrated by the Wei envoy? To present a unique sword dance performance for the tyrant, they were willing to sacrifice their own people at any cost. She couldn't tell whether Ji Yan was too cold-blooded and cruel, or the Wei envoy was too opportunistic and ruthless. In comparison, she leaned more towards the latter.

Society is so dark, and the children are so scared.

Shen Jiao glanced around at the silent envoys with their varied expressions, barely suppressing her nauseating physical reaction. The envoys' expressions were all different; the one kneeling on the left was the envoy from Wei, who dared not speak out in anger, while the one on the right was the envoy from Yan, who wanted to laugh but dared not.

She wanted to run but dared not.

Alas, we are kindred spirits.

However, being all alone here made her appear even more pitiful, weak, humble, and helpless. Not knowing why Ji Yan didn't kill her made her even more uneasy about her lucky survival.

The nobleman at the head of the table was completely unaware, and even seemed impatient. Ji Yan, without glancing to the side, smiled and beckoned to Chen Jiao, "Look, I told you long ago, isn't it just you left? Come and kill me."

Listening to this dangerous statement that has penetrated to the bone marrow, Shen Jiao was indeed a very competent lunatic. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She had only heard that the Emperor was scheming, but she never imagined that the tyrant's antics were more numerous than the hairs on her body.

Brother, no, Your Majesty, we've already been completely honest with each other. Is there really any need to continue this charade?

Regardless, she decided to admit her mistake first. Shen Jiao knelt firmly on the ground and kowtowed several times, making a loud sound but not actually hurting. "Your Majesty, it's all my fault for not being discerning enough to recognize you immediately. I failed to recognize that the elegant and polite young man was you. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

The envoys present: "..." How shameless! Praising others while also praising himself.

Ji Yan frowned: "Isn't he a eunuch?"

As expected of a tyrant, his focus is definitely different.

Shen Jiao shook her head vigorously, "No, Your Majesty shines as brightly as the sun and moon in my heart. How can a mere piece of clothing conceal Your Majesty's charm? I will not allow it! I will not allow it, Your Majesty!"

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