That day, Shen Jiao looked up from a pile of messy books, her small face barely the size of a palm, and pitifully questioned, "Ji Yan, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely. Has your love for me already changed?"
Ji Yan was flipping through a book on governance when she heard this. She slightly lifted her shimmering eyes and stared at her with a puzzled look.
What do you want to eat this time?
Shen Jiao pushed the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone far away, covered her face, and wept: "What husband makes his wife study every day? Only a mother would force her child to study every day. Confess, Ji Yan."
"Explain what?" Although she knew that she was all talk and no action, Ji Yan still played along and wiped away the tears that were called "Tears Only Smart People Can See".
Shen Jiao made him wipe his tears with an air of seriousness, "Tell me you want to be my mother without pain!"
"..."
Ji Yan remained silent.
These books make others wiser the more they read them, so why does Shen Jiao become wiser the more he reads them?
The tyrant, who always thought he had everything under control, began to reflect on himself for the first time. It was his fault, his mistake. The perfectly healthy, frizzy hamster wasn't very smart to begin with.
Now things are even worse; they're even more ridiculous.
Ji Yan sighed and said, "I understand. I'll have someone prepare spicy braised pig's trotters for you right away."
Shen Jiao, whose thoughts had been guessed, remained unfazed and retrieved the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that she had pushed far away: "I can't accept this, thank you, Your Majesty."
She wrote a few words, then remembered something and whispered, "Your Majesty."
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is it now?"
Shen Jiao: "Looking at your face today, I've done some calculations and found that you want to eat a plate of boneless chicken feet with lemon?"
Ji Yan never eats these things, but she thought of the frizzy hamster that had been clamoring to lose weight and eat less and move more these past few days.
He nodded slightly: "It seems there is such a thing. I would have forgotten if Master Shen hadn't reminded me. Master Shen, would you like to calculate again whether I would like it mild or medium spicy?"
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