Shen Jiao ultimately failed to achieve her goal of killing Mu Yang.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, people typically only display extraordinary courage when they are extremely impulsive and carried away.

This kind of courage exists for a very limited and short time.

For example, after she stormed out of the attic like a bull, a gust of wind blew her out and she discovered something truly extraordinary.

As Shen Jiao walked towards the pavilion, she said to the tyrant behind her, "Your Majesty, don't you think the night wind in Cloud Mist Mountain is exceptionally strong?"

Ji Yan stopped her from retreating, her tone cold: "Don't you feel it? What? In July or August, you're still afraid of the cold?"

The tyrant was tall and imposing; the road was narrow, but he could still pass by if he turned sideways.

But what does it mean that he stands firmly in the middle, with his two legs firmly planted, without moving?

No, a good dog doesn't block the way.

Why did you stop her?

Shen Jiao cursed inwardly, not intending to confront the tyrant head-on. He was like granite, while she was like a soft-shelled egg; a direct confrontation would not yield any benefits. She needed to learn to outsmart him.

She planned to walk through the bushes beside her. The moonlight was dazzling. In an era without internet, smartphones, or internal energy, her eyesight was excellent. So good that she could see the dark barbs about a centimeter long on the grass stems.

Can she walk with her delicate skin?

Of course not, it would hurt too much, she's terrified of pain.

Shen Jiao reluctantly withdrew her foot, which had taken a step forward, feeling that the barbs had snagged her skirt. However, she didn't want to continue walking forward, so she simply stood still, holding onto the Qinglang Sword.

From Ji Yan's perspective, the frizzy hamster was like a headless fly, wandering around aimlessly, probing left and right, dawdling and hesitant to move forward.

"Why have you stopped?"

Shen Jiao used a smile to cover up her embarrassment, "One less footprint means one more life. The grass smiles gently, asking me to go around it. Even the grass feels pain, Your Majesty."

Ji Yan: "..." Suddenly I really want to flatten this place.

The tyrant remained unmoved, showing no intention of yielding to her.

Shen Jiao didn't dare to push him away, so she tugged at her ear and said, "Your Majesty, the wind is so strong here. If we stay any longer, your incredibly handsome hairstyle will get messed up. Besides, it's getting late, so let's go back."

Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy; before you know it, you'll live to a ripe old age.

"Aren't you going to kill the person?" Ji Yan stared at the hamster's unconventional hairstyle and raised her hand to tidy it up.

Then, things got even more chaotic.

Shen Jiao was completely unaware, thinking that the tyrant was taking pity on her by fixing her hair. She stood obediently and was very well-behaved. To be fair, Ji Yan was very good at killing people, and he was also very good at combing hair.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy's harem was completely empty, she would have suspected that he had practiced combing other women's hair so many times that he had developed this skill.

Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Of course I won't kill him!"

She's lived two lives and never even killed a chicken, let alone a human? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

But that's not how it works. Shen Jiao said earnestly, "It's mainly because the wind was so strong that it woke up my muddled mind and made me understand a principle."

She stood there obediently, but her messy hair was really an eyesore.

Ji Yan continued to ruffle her hair: "What did you realize? Did you realize that what the wind woke up wasn't your brain, but that tiny bit of courage you had?"

"..."

Shen Jiao touched her face in suspicion.

That shouldn't be the case, right?

She's always been very careful about managing her facial expressions, so surely she shouldn't be this obviously timid?

"How could that be? I just think that life is only a few decades long, and if you're going to do something, you should do something meaningful. You shouldn't let hatred blind you. If you spend your days getting caught up in fighting and killing, that's narrow-minded, too narrow-minded." Shen Jiao tried to clear her name and create a persona of someone who is open-minded and has a long-term vision.

Ji Yan: "Speak human language."

Shen Jiao immediately said, "Fighting is so tiring, I want to go back and lie down."

"..."

The tyrant grabbed her chin and lifted her up, his voice chilling, "Aren't you going to take revenge?"

Ji Yan's gaze was so cold that Shen Jiao's heart trembled, fearing that a slight tremor in her hand would cause her jaw to dislocate.

The tyrant seems a bit angry? She was the one who got tricked, so why is he angry?

She thought about it for a moment and quickly understood.

Yes, the tyrant is the kind of ruthless character who would send anyone who brushed his hair to their death if they happened to pass by. Naturally, he looks down on a peace-loving person like her, which is perfectly normal.

As for whether the tyrant was angry because Mu Yang had schemed to harm her, but she was utterly useless, Shen Jiao didn't even consider that possibility.

One should not be too self-important.

Shen Jiao dared not disobey the tyrant, but she also did not want to wrong herself. After much thought, she found a way that would satisfy both sides.

She said in a serious tone, "No, no, no, of course I must take revenge. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. So, I've decided to kill him ten years from now!"

She patted her chest and assured him.

Ji Yan's admiring expression froze on her face: "..."

...

"Go left."

"That's not right, Your Majesty. I feel it should be to the right?"

"Questioning me?"

"No, no, I misspoke. This road is clearly to the left."

Shen Jiao yawned incessantly. She hadn't had a nightlife in a long time, and she was sleepy as soon as it was time to go; she really couldn't control herself.

The tyrant wouldn't allow her to take revenge ten years later; he insisted that she take Mu Yang's head first. She wouldn't say who was working overtime until the early hours of the morning.

Shen Jiao felt that perhaps she shouldn't worry about dying from the poison.

What she should worry about is whether she will be overworked to death by the tyrant.

Shen Jiao walked to the left in a daze.

She had no doubt that the tyrant was pointing the right way, because she felt that given the tyrant's desire for her to kill Mu Yang, he wouldn't go so far as to toy with her.

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