"Take it quickly."
"Huh? Is this especially for me? Your Majesty, you're so loyal. Knowing I wasn't here, you still grabbed the red envelope for me." A gentle, refined voice suddenly came from beside him, and a slender hand reached out, only to be slapped by the tyrant.
"If you won't give it to me, then don't! Why are you hitting me? These aren't ordinary hands; they're the hands I use to take the pulses of the beautiful young ladies of the royal city!" The man said, sounding very aggrieved.
Ji Yan sneered: "One slash and it can still be chopped in two."
Hearing the familiar formula and familiar words, Shen Jiao turned around and exclaimed, "Little Divine Doctor!"
His expression towards the pretty young lady Liang Heng was always gentle and warm, a far cry from his earlier boisterousness. He elegantly waved a folding fan, spouting witty remarks.
"A day apart feels like three autumns. Now that nine autumns have passed, Sister Chen, do you think I'm even more handsome than before?"
Shen Jiao: "...No."
Liang Heng: "There's no need to tell the truth."
Shen Jiao spread her hands: "...Then there's nothing more to say."
Liang Heng seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the answer; his smile faltered, losing its previous fluency.
Unconvinced, he immediately stopped a passing aunt and asked him if he was handsome.
The auntie probably had a daughter of marriageable age at home, and she kept praising him to the skies. In the end, she even tried to drag him to her home for a wedding ceremony, hoping to make it a fait accompli.
Liang Heng had never seen such an impulsive woman before, and he was so frightened that he ran away as fast as he could.
Shen Jiao burst into laughter on the spot, and even the tyrant had a rare smile on his lips.
Those who reap what they sow will not live.
Only after the woman had gone far away did Liang Heng return, patting his chest with lingering fear.
"I was so scared, so scared! I absolutely dare not accept this blessing."
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