Shen Jiao secretly vowed that the first step to getting rich was to quit gambling, and then she would be a dog if she played Dou Dizhu!

Fine, fine, ten taels it is, it's better than being penniless.

Suddenly, a pale, slender hand reached out from behind her shoulder and took away her last ten taels of silver without hesitation. It was obvious who the hand belonged to.

Xi Su and Xi Ning quickly and quietly retreated, partly out of fear of the tyrant, and partly out of concern that he might also steal their money.

“Your Majesty…” Shen Jiao turned her head, her clear eyes beneath her long eyelashes staring at him with a rather resentful look.

Ji Yan smiled and said, "Those who see it will have a share."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Ji Yan played with the silver in her hand. Her well-defined fingers were exceptionally beautiful. It was clear that in the tyrant's eyes, this silver was no different from a stone.

Shen Jiao's heart was bleeding; this was her life!

Shen Jiao was very sad, but not for long, because she heard someone exclaim excitedly.

"Great! After waiting for so long, Miss Yu is finally coming on stage."

She was startled and sat up from the soft chair. The movement was a bit too big, and she almost bumped into Ji Yan's chin.

As punishment, the tyrant pinched her cheek. It felt nice, so he couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.

Shen Jiao threw herself into Ji Yan's arms and cried out in despair, "Your Majesty, what should I do? I'm going to die."

Ji Yan patted the hamster's ruffled back and comforted it tenderly, "Don't worry, if you die, they'll all have to be buried with you."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Damn it! The point isn't how many people were buried with her, is it? The point is, she didn't want to die!