The two walked in a hurry.
The closer Shen Jiao got to Ji Yan's bedchamber, the more flustered she became. She asked, "Eunuch Wang, do you think I might go in upright and come out horizontally?"
Wang Fu blushed slightly, then answered seriously, "Your Majesty especially likes to hold young ladies, and this old servant thinks so."
"..." What are you shy about? Shen Jiao suppressed the urge to kick Wang Fu. "I'm talking about whether I'll die, whether I'll die!"
Wang Fu glanced at her and said, "Definitely not. This old servant sees that the young lady's forehead is glowing, which is a very auspicious sign."
"real?"
"Of course, this old servant never lies."
It's better to believe in something than nothing, and Shen Jiao suddenly felt a little comforted. "I didn't know you could read faces. Look again, look more closely, do I really have a forehead full of good fortune?"
At this point, a few more words of encouragement would be even more comforting.
Wang Fu did indeed take another look, but this time, he frowned, his white eyebrows furrowing, and Shen Jiao knew something was wrong.
"Huh? Why isn't it lit? Girl, stand under the lantern. Oh right, right there, the top of your head is glowing. It's a real auspicious sign."
Shen Jiao heard the sound of hope shattering: "..."
I'm so angry! What is she expecting? Why doesn't this idiot learn her lesson?!
If you keep believing Wang Fu, she's a pig. Forget it, if you keep believing Wang Fu, he'll get fat as a pig!
The journey to happiness is always short. Before long, Shen Jiao was standing alone at the entrance of the tyrant's bedchamber. As expected, Wang Fu said he was going to investigate the truth and then, like a groundhog, he scurried away.
At this moment, the palace doors were wide open.
To be honest, she had slept here for a while and was very satisfied with its architecture and facilities, the setting, and the bed was indeed wide and large enough. But now, the lush greenery and ancient trees added a lot of heaviness. Blood splattered three feet on the bluestone steps, and the familiar and lingering smell of blood filled the air. The gloomy surroundings made her feel truly afraid.
Shen Jiao clutched her pounding chest, hesitant to take a step.
If it's so horrific and miserable outside, what if inside there are severed heads, brains splattered everywhere, and internal organs scattered all over the ground? She was terrified that as soon as she went in, the tyrant would excitedly grab her and say, "Aren't you hungry? Come on, let's skewer these heads and roast them."
vomit.
I can't take it, I really can't take it.
Shen Jiao turned the feigning-death Wang Fu over and over again, took a few deep breaths, gritted her teeth, and forced herself to rush in, "Your Majesty, I've come to see..."
"His Majesty?"
What about Ji Yanren?
Shen Jiao looked around. As expected, some were dead and some were injured, but the result was much better than she had imagined. There were no broken pieces, no limbs separated, and no roasted heads. Everyone had died by having their throats slit. She grabbed an older woman who was still alive and asked, "Where is His Majesty?"
The woman seemed to have lost her soul, kneeling on the ground in a daze, kowtowing repeatedly, with only the sound of "thump thump" echoing on the ground.
Shen Jiao looked at the others and saw that they were all like walking corpses, clenching their teeth and not speaking. She realized something was wrong. Given the tyrant's ruthless nature, he would not even spare nine generations of his family. There should have been no survivors at the scene. She stared at the shallow and thin wound on the aunt's neck. What made the tyrant suddenly stop?
A sudden unease rose in her heart.
She began searching the entire house for the tyrant. The bedchamber was truly spacious. Shen Jiao searched several rooms back and forth but couldn't find him. Could he have gone out? She stepped outside when suddenly, the bathroom jingled.
Shen Jiao immediately turned around to look for the sound, and was immediately stunned.
She never expected to meet Ji Yan like this.
Ji Yan lay weakly by the pool like a stranded fish. Her already unhealthy pale complexion looked even more like she was on the verge of death. Her messy hair was soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to her skin.
He looked like he was on his deathbed, or like he had gone mad. He used the last of his strength to frantically vomit, dry heaving, coughing, and tears, which were forced out of his eyes, fell down and splashed onto the jade, creating a pitiful and aggrieved tear.
Shen Jiao was startled, "Ji Yan..."
Ji Yan remained calm, his expression one of unbearable pain. He seemed deaf to all sounds around him, constantly drinking water and vomiting. He was like a tempting and dangerous poppy, yet in the next moment he would crumble into a fragile, broken pearl.
Shen Jiao felt that if things continued like this, the tyrant would really kill her. She ran over, and for reasons unknown, she pressed the tyrant's head against her chest and patted his head in the same way he did.
To be honest, she regretted touching the tyrant's head the moment she did it. This kind of behavior was really dangerous, but fortune favors the bold, and she had already lost her mind and had no way out.
A sudden gust of wind swept in from outside the window, rattling the wooden windowpane and snapping many of the newly grown branches. Shen Jiao held Ji Yan tightly, preventing him from getting any closer to the pool. The tyrant in her arms struggled like an octopus. She steeled her heart and said, "Your Majesty, be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"Your Majesty is not afraid."
"Your Majesty, would you like some spicy crayfish? Or a hot pot in chili oil? Spicy chicken wings? Or rabbit with green peppers? These things are spicy and crunchy, and they smell so good. Especially the crayfish, paired with liquor, it's better than being in heaven."
Spicy food is the most effective way to stimulate the brain and taste buds. Shen Jiao tried to distract the tyrant in a dry way. She had been locked up for half a day, and by the end, she was hungry.
Fortunately, it had some effect. The tyrant gradually calmed down. She lowered her eyes and saw that his already scarred arms under his robes had many more fresh wounds. He probably couldn't control himself from scratching them. They were covered in blood and looked quite creepy.
How could she express this feeling? Only now did Shen Jiao realize that the tyrant's aversion to meat was not due to disgust or allergy, but rather fear. Ironically, a high-ranking emperor who could decide the life and death of others at any time was afraid of eating meat.
Shen Jiao's feelings were somewhat complicated.
Whether it was because of her strength or something else, Ji Yan coughed twice and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shen Jiao: !!! No way! We're trying to save someone but we've accidentally killed them instead?
But after vomiting blood, the tyrant finally calmed down and stopped causing trouble. Shen Jiao was also very flustered. Looking at the tyrant with his eyes closed, she touched his forehead. Beautiful, the tyrant finally had a normal human temperature, but it was because he had a fever.
She wanted to find Wang Fu, but Ji Yan held onto her clothes tightly, making it impossible for her to move an inch. She sighed, looked up, and shouted, "Shadow Guards? Shadow Guards, are you there? Even one of you will do! Your master is vomiting blood, and you're still not coming out? This is outrageous! Do you want to suffer the consequences...?"
Before Shen Jiao could finish speaking, her arms were suddenly empty, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded. In the blink of an eye, she and the tyrant were carried to the bedchamber by the elusive shadow guards.
While marveling at how cool her light-footed skills were, she stripped the tyrant naked. She explained to the unconscious Ji Yan, "Your Majesty, please understand. I didn't take advantage of you. You took off my shoes, so I stripped you naked. We're even now, and we don't owe each other anything."
After saying that, she took the opportunity to touch his firm and well-defined abs, and said to the shadowy figure in the corner without changing her expression, "What are you standing there for? Do you want to peek? Hurry up and find a doctor, brother."
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