Shen Jiao woke up at noon, her thoughts somewhat confused.
At this moment, she was not lying on the wronged jujube tree, but in the room that the Gu family had prepared for her.
"I just tied you to a tree, is it really that hard to be upset? I tied it so tightly, it won't come loose."
Ji Yan sat on the edge of the bed and only started grumbling fiercely when she saw the hamster with its frizzy fur wake up.
Whether it was because she had slept too long or hadn't slept comfortably, Shen Jiao's eyes were misty and shimmered in the candlelight.
Ji Yan disliked anyone laughing, but he disliked Shen Jiao's gloomy and heartbroken appearance even more.
He extended an index finger from each hand and stubbornly curled up the corners of Shen Jiao's mouth.
"Haha, I've already carried you back, why do you still look so worried?"
Shen Jiao did not cooperate with the tyrant; she was still processing this long and suffocating dream.
Unable to get a response, Ji Yan said impatiently, "I've already brought you back."
Why aren't you laughing yet?
Ji Yan thought for a moment and then said, "I even covered you with a blanket."
Now, at least you can smile.
Shen Jiao couldn't smile at all. This season wasn't hot, but it certainly wasn't cold either.
She stared expressionlessly at the "giant mountain" before her; the ten cotton quilts felt like the Five Finger Mountain pressing down on Sun Wukong, making it hard for her to breathe.
Don't be ridiculous, she's having trouble even breathing right now.
She hadn't noticed while she was lost in thought, but now Shen Jiao felt a bit short of breath.
The oppression in her heart instantly vanished, and she opened her mouth, wanting to say a few words to the tyrant.
But then she suddenly remembered that Ji Yan was a pitiful little cabbage, unloved by her parents.
Shen Jiao sighed inwardly. Oh well, she might as well continue to be depressed.
She climbed out of the quilt by herself, lay down on top of the blanket, and briefly played the role of the Princess and the Pea.
Ji Yan looked at Shen Jiao's actions with a strange expression, "So you like this."
Shen Jiao didn't understand: "Huh?"
so?
Which one?
Half an hour later.
Shen Jiao knelt on the cotton quilt, which was about seven meters high, looking at the roof tiles that were within reach above her head, and then at the tyrant whose head she could only see clearly, and fell silent.
otherwise……
She should still say hello.
"Are you happy now?"
The tyrant's voice slowly drifted up.
Shen Jiao forced a smile: "...Happy."
Ji Yan shouted from afar: "Aren't you happy? Why aren't you smiling?"
Shen Jiao opened her mouth wide, expressionless: "Hahahaha..."
She was really happy.
If possible, please add countless blankets to her bed so she can be happy all the way to the moon!
Ji Yan was satisfied: "Since you're so happy, then I'll grant you another half an hour of laughter."
Shen Jiao: "..."
Although Shen Jiao couldn't see Ji Yan's expression, she could roughly make out his smug little face.
Being the Princess and the Pea isn't easy either; if the quilt is too high, it wobbles and sways.
For a moment, Shen Jiao had the illusion of returning to the jujube tree.
She lay there obediently, not daring to move too much, her thoughts wandering.
Shen Jiao was recalling that indescribable dream.
...
The moment Princess Yu'er learned of the death of the Fifth Young Master Liang, the imperial physician beamed with joy and said three times, "Congratulations, Princess! Congratulations, Princess! You are pregnant!"
happiness?
"Incest between father and daughter, a violation of ethics, and she's pregnant and this is called a happy event? Hahaha..."
Princess Yu'er opened her eyes wide in surprise, as if she had heard the funniest joke of her life, and she began to laugh wildly.
He laughed until he couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and tears streamed down his face.
The laughter was incredibly shrill, lingering for three days, giving Shen Jiao the illusion that her eardrums would rupture.
Although it wasn't appropriate to talk about this at this time, she finally understood who the tyrant inherited his habit of laughing wildly at the drop of a hat.
"Get out! Get out of here! All of you, get out of here!"
Princess Yu'er was laughing when suddenly her eyebrows shot up and she angrily kicked the imperial physician.
The imperial physician, who was quite old, was kicked so hard that he rolled twice on the ground.
He frantically adjusted his hat and shouted for the princess to calm down.
Out of the corner of his eye, the imperial physician caught a glimpse of a bright yellow figure and trembled.
He immediately knelt down at the edge, trying to blend in with the wall and minimize his presence.
Princess Yu'er also spotted Emperor Yan at a glance, rushed over like a madwoman, and grabbed his collar tightly with both hands.
She was so strong that she didn't care if her armor pierced her skin.
Princess Yu'er questioned in a hoarse voice, "Did you do the right thing? You did it all! You orchestrated his death, from colluding with foreign enemies to the irrefutable evidence, it was all your doing!"
Emperor Yan looked at his disheveled dragon robe, stained with a little blood, and disgustedly pushed Princess Yu'er away.
Although the Yan Emperor was a lecherous old man who didn't know how to be celibate, he still had some special skills.
Princess Yu'er, like a ball, passed through Chen Jiao and crashed into a pillar.
Shen Jiao reacted instinctively, trying to support her, but could only manage to grab a wisp of wind.
The king was furious, and all the palace servants were terrified. They immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, their foreheads touching the ground, not daring to breathe.
None of the dozens of palace servants uttered a word of pleading for mercy.
The reason no one begged for mercy was not because Princess Yu'er lacked confidants, but mainly because these palace servants were not the same group that had initially served her.
The newly appointed palace maids, to put it nicely, were serving the princess; to put it bluntly, they were being used for surveillance.
Princess Yu'er, who once had everything she wanted, committed suicide with Liang Wu Gongzi a month ago.
This was a rumor known throughout the Great Yan Dynasty, except for Princess Yu'er herself, and opinions about Princess Yu'er varied among the common people.
Some say she is impolite and lacks manners.
Of course, amidst the shaking of heads and smacking of lips, someone would occasionally say, "It's sad and lamentable that lovers cannot be together in the end."
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