Shen Jiao: Hmm? Putting aside your tone of voice, which sounds like you're throwing a tantrum at an elder, so? You knew in advance that the Sword Saint wasn't in the house? Then why didn't you say so sooner? Leaving her to be anxious all day!

What the hell? Are you sick?

Excessive stress can not only cause hair loss, but also wrinkles!

Ji Yan simply pretended not to hear and poked her back.

Go to hell, get the hell out of here.

"Hahaha..." The Sword Saint of Qinglang laughed heartily, showing no anger and remaining calm. "Then I must thank Your Majesty for your consideration."

Ji Yan frowned, seemingly disliking the intimate atmosphere, and said in a cold tone, "I have not shown you any sympathy."

He pointed to the shattered door, looking like he was saying, "See? I did this. Are you angry?"

Shen Jiao's sixth sense told her that the relationship between the tyrant and the Azure Sword Saint seemed to be more complicated than it appeared.

The Azure Sword Saint paid no attention to the tyrant's attitude. In fact, he even took the time to look at her with the loving gaze of an elder looking at his daughter-in-law.

Shen Jiao was filled with questions. Daughter-in-law? Are you kidding me, senior? Are you seeing things? How could you have such an unbelievable illusion?

Take another look. Isn't it really not a case of two people with a history of conflict and resentment? Or perhaps it's a single mother and a disobedient child?

The Sword Saint of Qinglang smiled as warmly as her grandfather who had been dead for many years, "You must be Jiaojiao, just as the rumors say, well-behaved and adorable."

Shen Jiao used the same tricks she used to use with her elders, nodding and smiling, "Yes."

Cute and innocent? Are you sure she's not a femme fatale? A venomous beauty? She doesn't believe her reputation is that good now.