Shen Jiao was surprised.
She had heard countless stories of tyrants committing murder, arson, cruelty, and violence, but this was the first time she had ever heard someone describe him with the words "benevolent and kind-hearted," without a trace of flattery.
It seems that Ji Yan was always this kind of person.
However, judging Bai's statement from the perspective of the world, it is probably one of the few negative comments in the otherwise overwhelmingly negative commentary against the tyrant.
Shen Jiao pondered for a moment.
Actually, it's not surprising that Ji Yan, that ruthless and tyrannical guy who's obsessed with good looks, plays marbles with a child. After all, he also likes playing the dress-up game Miracle Nikki, and if he had a Barbie doll, he might even spend a lot of money to achieve Barbie doll freedom.
It's hard to imagine that he, a tyrannical and autocratic ruler who would kill anyone he didn't like, would actually accept defeat when faced with a three-year-old child who was weaker than a rabbit.
Shen Jiao discovers that the tyrant may not only be mentally ill, but also still retain a pure childlike heart.
But this is just personal speculation. Ji Yan's thought process is like a refreshed math problem every day, which is beyond the comprehension of an ordinary person like her. She can't understand it at all.
Bai said gently, "I've long heard that Miss Shen has a stunning beauty. Seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved. No wonder His Majesty likes her so much. Even I, a woman myself, can't help but blush when I see her."
Ji Yan likes me? What a rip-off! He clearly enjoys messing with me.
Shen Jiao chuckled inwardly, but wore a shy yet polite smile as she engaged in this mutual flattery, saying, "You flatter me. Madam Chen is even more gentle and charming. If I were a man, I would surely be captivated by her."
Chen Bao, who couldn't get a word in edgewise: "..."
Excuse me, gentlemen, could you please consider my presence?
...
On another note, the fact that the three-year-old green bun dared to play marbles with the tyrant proves that he possesses some unknown social skills. Seeing that Shen Jiao was staring at him, he immediately showed an innocent smile, "Fairy sister, are you staring at A-Lu in a daze because you like A-Lu?"
"Yes." Shen Jiao was delighted by being called "Fairy Sister," and smiled broadly. Look how bright a child's eyes are!
She pinched Ah Lu's soft cheeks.
Unexpectedly, the moment his fingertip touched the green bun, he seemed to immediately suffer from hypoglycemia, his eyes tightly closed, and he slumped against her leg, vividly performing a "green tea" staged accident for her.
Shen Jiao was shocked and looked at the child's mother with panic in her eyes. "It really wasn't me. It has nothing to do with me. I'm more innocent than a piece of tofu with scallions. Please believe me."
Bai smiled helplessly, while Chen Bao beside her gritted his teeth and had a dark face. He looked very angry, but he didn't seem like he was about to slap her.
Suddenly, Green Bun's sweet, chubby voice rang in her ears again, "Ah Lu also likes Fairy Sister very much."
Shen Jiao: "???" I'm sorry, I'm too old to understand the way children express their affection.
Ah Lu sighed, "Oh dear, but the fairy sister's dimples are so enchanting! It's all Ah Lu's fault for not being able to hold her liquor; she accidentally got drunk."
Ji Yan, who suddenly appeared: "..."
Shen Jiao: "..." Kid, you're probably a disciple of Liang Heng.
...
On this trip to Rongcheng, only Shen Jiao, Ji Yan, Liang Heng, and Gouzi were going. Wang Fu was not going with them; he had to return to the capital to deal with the mountain of affairs piled up by the tyrant.
Thinking of how pitiful it was that Eunuch Wang was still being exploited by powerful people at such an advanced age, Shen Jiao decided to make peace with him.
After the tyrant Wang Fu and others boarded the carriage, they tearfully handed several white jade bowls to Shen Jiao, telling her to sleep well and not forget to eat three bowls of rice every day.
Just then, a 70-year-old woman passed by, shaking her head and saying, "Some young women look so cute, but the food they eat is bigger than my face."
Shen Jiao: "..." To hell with forgetting past grievances, I'm going to break off all ties with him for three minutes.
Wang Fu was probably getting old, and once he started rambling on, it was like a raging river that he couldn't stop. Many of his words seemed to be instructions to Shen Jiao, but in reality, they were meant for the tyrant.
He became more and more sorrowful as he spoke, completely immersed in his emotions. When he came to his senses, he realized that Shen Jiao had already been taken away by His Majesty in a carriage.
The journey from Langya Pass to Rongcheng is long and arduous, taking about half a month.
Throughout the journey, Ji Yan was in low spirits and looked quite depressed. Young women are prone to mood swings, and perhaps the tyrant had unknowingly welcomed his aunt's husband.
Liang Heng was beaten severely by the tyrant for talking too much and not repenting, and was then packed up and thrown onto the horse.
Seeing this, Shen Jiao dared not disturb her even more. Fortunately, she was not talkative. Every day, apart from asking for a peach-flavored antidote on time, she treated herself as a mute.
That day, she lifted the carriage curtain to admire the scenery along the way and experience the local customs and culture of Dayan. There were mountains, water, cities, and people. After being injected with fresh blood, her quiet and monotonous life seemed to come alive.
Suddenly everything went black. The tyrant, in his intermittent fit, reached out and covered her eyes, fiercely yelling, "Don't look!"
These days, women are not to be trifled with, and men are even more untouchable. Shen Jiao: "Oh."
If she's not allowed to look, then she's not allowed to look. Anyway, this road is just mountains, rivers, flowers, and grass, and she's already tired of seeing them.
Ji Yan stared at her for a few seconds, probably not sensing any resistance from her, and even compromising too calmly. Suddenly, the tyrant darkened his face, lifted the carriage curtain, and threw her out along with the seat cushion to keep the little divine doctor on horseback company.
Shen Jiao: "...?" Are you sick?
Liang Heng, who was nearly thrown to the point of foaming at the mouth by the jolting on horseback, saw the pretty girl emerge and immediately put on a gentle and affectionate smile. "Sister Chen... do you... know me? What god do I... like the most right now?"
While listening to the little divine doctor's electronic music playing, Shen Jiao adjusted the cushion, hugged her knees, and sat obediently, thinking, "A god who can come riding on auspicious clouds to untie you."
Liang Heng smiled and said, "No, it's your eyes, Sister Shen."
Shen Jiao: "Hmm... Young Master Liang, where's that rag in your mouth?"
Liang Heng was very happy: "It fell to the ground."
Shen Jiao: "What a coincidence, I have a new one. I'll put it in for you right away. You're welcome."
Liang Heng: "..."
...
The days passed by in a turbulent and unpredictable manner, with ups and downs. I thought it would continue at this pace until we reached Rongcheng, but I never expected that we would encounter the legendary mountain bandits in the mountains near Rongcheng.
Shen Jiao glanced at them and saw about twenty or thirty people, all dressed in fine fabrics and with rosy complexions, indicating that their business had been booming recently.
The bandit leader, a burly man carrying a large knife half his height, glared fiercely and recited arrogant lines, "This tree is mine, this road is mine. If you want to pass, leave your toll. If you know what's good for you, get down here right now! Especially you pale-faced guy in black, I've got my eye on your clothes! Take them off!"
Wow, you have some nerve!
Shen Jiao and Liang Heng gasped and silently lit a candle for the bandit leader. The tyrant was already in a bad mood, and now he had encountered such a fearless person to act as his punching bag. This was like lighting a candle in the outhouse, courting death.
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