The Qinglang Sword Saint called Shen Jiao over because there was nothing earth-shattering in the past.
Because the one who wanted to see her was not her senior brother, the Sword Saint Qinglang, but the bored Princess Ji Yan.
Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Being an emperor is really high-class. Even when you need someone to run errands, you have to choose someone at the level of a sword saint."
"Your Majesty, is there something you need?" she blinked and asked obediently.
Shen Jiao made a wild guess: Could it be that Ji Yan suddenly had a brain fart, had a change of heart, and decided not to let her die in the competition?
So that's why I called her back?
After all, a tyrant's thought process is extremely rebellious; anything is possible, and no one can say for sure.
Always keep hope in your heart.
Ji Yan remained silent, simply opening her palm slowly. Being good-looking was indeed a good thing; even such a casual gesture was extremely pleasing to the eye.
As Shen Jiao sighed, she realized that her thoughts had drifted far away. Alas, beauty can be a trap, beauty can be a trap. She quickly came back to her senses and seriously considered what the tyrant meant.
Extending a hand without saying anything?
Instead of learning good things, you're imitating deaf-mute people using charades. Does saying a few words affect your cool, three-year-old self?
She couldn't help but grumble inwardly, but on her face she still wore a warm, spring-like smile.
The tyrant stared at her silently, his hands shrugged and no words spoken, his beautiful, almost criminally attractive phoenix eyes reflecting the utterly bewildered Shen Jiao.
No, no, I can't take it anymore.
Shen Jiao was the first to give in, quickly averting her gaze and clutching her pounding chest. If she continued watching, she feared she might do something inappropriate for children.
Seeing this, the Azure Sword Saint was so anxious that his head throbbed. What was he enduring? What was he enduring?
Young people are full of vigor and should be bold!
He had prepared sunflower seeds, peanuts, and boiled water, but he stubbornly resisted the urge to eat them.
The Azure Sword Saint first looked at Shen Jiao, whose face looked like she was thinking, "That was close, I almost became a hooligan."
Looking at Ji Yan, who was asking, "Is she feeling tightness in her chest? Why is she patting her chest?", I wish I could immediately dig up the graves of the Songheng Sect Leader and his wife and have them teach these two clueless kids how to date!
This is infuriating!
Shen Jiao had no time to pay attention to the anxiously stamping Qinglang Sword Saint; she simply thought her senior brother's soles were itchy.
She looked at Ji Yan's outstretched palm, where the little chubby boy she had drawn was still on her hand.
Is it because you think the drawing is ugly that you want to erase it?
The eyebrow pencil here is pigmented but doesn't last. With a light rub of her fingertip, half of the little figure's head was chopped off.
She moved downwards, preparing to snatch her head off, but Ji Yan grabbed her wrist and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Shen Jiao: "..." Oh, it seems I guessed wrong, it wasn't about wiping away villains.
She suppressed the urge to slap him, and asked gently in a low voice, "Since it's not about erasing the painting, what exactly does Your Majesty want to do?"
Ji Yan remained unmoved, even showing a hint of disgust, as if she were wondering if a walnut would come off its shell if it were placed in her throat.
She didn't know if the walnuts would peel off their shells, but she knew they would.
Shen Jiao suspected that she used to flush her internet browsing down the toilet.
It's said that women who don't use consonant sounds won't capture a man's heart. But if a woman learns to use consonant sounds, her brother will never change his mind!
Logically speaking, her voice and face are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.
Could it be that the tyrant doesn't like whining little lambs, but prefers the Shandong hero Li Kui?
Shen Jiao understood.
Tsk, this damn emperor has some rather heavy tastes.
...
Ji Yan is very playful.
He had originally intended to speak, but seeing Shen Jiao's puffed-up face and her uncontrollable baring of teeth and claws, he suddenly became interested and got addicted to playing dumb.
Shen Jiao asked him more than a dozen times, but he didn't say anything, not even responding to simple instructions like nodding or shaking his head, just quietly watching her perform.
She was so tired that she drank three cups of tea in one go.
Li Wanglai reacted quickly, switching to a larger teacup and filling it completely for her.
Shen Jiao: "..." I'm just thirsty, but I'm not a water buffalo, thank you.
Ji Yan's thoughts were more complex than a woman's, and even more unfathomable than the bottom of the sea.
She pondered for a moment, then placed her hand on the tyrant's palm. "Wow, His Majesty's hand is indeed a bit bigger than mine."
Ji Yan looked at her with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding what was so interesting about comparing such obvious common sense.
Shen Jiao exploded; reason vanished on the spot.
How dare he not understand? Is his mouth just for decoration? Whose fault is it that she acted so idiotically? Does this person really have no sense of right or wrong?
He was in a playful mood, and playing along with him was already a great act of kindness, yet he still had the nerve to look down on her!
Ji Yan saw her expression clearly, suddenly laughed out loud, and wanted to hug her.
Shen Jiao took a few steps back with a resentful look.
Just because you want a hug doesn't mean you have to be hugged.
That won't do!
Even a soft persimmon has a temper!
"Are you angry?" Ji Yan asked.
Shen Jiao: "..."
Why would you even ask that?
Can't you tell she's furious, her hair's practically on fire?!
Damn, I'm so angry.
Ji Yan rarely saw the hamster with its fur standing on end like this, and she found it both awkward and infuriating.
But suddenly he wanted to hug her, for no reason. So he took out ten taels of silver and said, "Come here and let me hug you. This is yours."
Qinglang Sword Saint: "..."
Ten taels of silver?
Who do you think you are? You, the ruler of a nation, are trying to give a beggar ten taels of silver!
Back then, Sect Leader Songheng spent fifteen taels of silver to buy a bouquet of flowers.
It would be strange if his junior sister agreed.
Not everyone can be bought off with ten taels of silver, but Shen Jiao can.
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