After returning to the palace for several days, the tyrant was extremely busy, spending every day in the imperial study.
It's like students who have been on vacation for several months, only to find themselves with a mountain of homework to do as the new semester approaches, frantically rushing to finish it.
Aside from sleeping, Shen Jiao could only meet Ji Yan briefly during the day.
How short is it?
For example, the weather is excellent today, with a clear autumn sky and crisp air. Shen Jiao is lying on a bench, basking in the sun, and looking at the latest picture book published in Wangcheng.
Extremely leisurely.
Ji Yan suddenly appeared and, before she could react, stuffed a grape into her mouth.
Seeing that she had swallowed, he returned to the Imperial Study with satisfaction.
They came in a hurry, and they left in a hurry.
Shen Jiao: "!?!"
Is this person obsessed with finishing their homework?
Shen Jiao glanced at the fruit platter beside her that she hadn't had time to eat yet.
Silence fell.
So it turns out that the grape in her mouth was specially brought from the Imperial Study by Ji Yan!
The Imperial Study is not close to the Bright Moon Palace, so why did I come all this way just to feed her a grape?
Surprisingly, it's quite sweet.
The next day.
“Miss, the Imperial Garden is quite large, and it can’t be explored in just one or two days. Would you like to rest for a while in the pavilion in front, have some sweet desserts, and I’ll massage your legs and shoulders before you continue your stroll?” the maid said respectfully, her head bowed.
Although this Miss Shen is not yet officially recognized, she was personally brought back by His Majesty, and for that reason alone, she must be treated with utmost care.
Shen Jiao didn't really want to see these flowers and plants; she just wanted to see how different the real palace was from the one in her dream.
She is not a person who likes to move around. If she can lie down, she will never stand up, and if she can stand up, she will never take a few steps.
Right now, she's not strolling through the Imperial Garden where all the flowers are in full bloom.
Rather, it was the path I traversed in my dream, hiding and dodging with my cubs.
Shen Jiao remembered that pavilion.
Because of its remote location, the tyrant cub loved to sit on those steps and eat steamed buns.
“Let’s go there.” Shen Jiao nodded.
"Yes," the palace maids replied.
As soon as she finished speaking, several palace maids stepped forward, first lighting incense and sprinkling medicinal powder to repel mosquitoes. Then, as Shen Jiao approached, they laid out the food they had brought one by one.
Shen Jiao: Damn capital is enough to cause people's limbs to degenerate.
These snacks and treats were specially made by the palace maids recently, based on their observations of Shen Jiao's eating habits and their understanding of her preferences.
Shen Jiao is favored; to please her is tantamount to pleasing the tyrant, and one can find protection in the deep palace in the future.
The palace maids initially thought that Shen Jiao would become arrogant and domineering because of her favor, and that their lives would be very difficult.
They were extremely terrified when they came to serve them.
Who would have thought that this was a lazy master who indulged in eating and drinking without any ambition, and who entered old age in the prime of his life.
Even the old eunuchs who close the palace gates seem more energetic than her.
Shen Jiao had been walking for a long time and was feeling thirsty. Just as she was about to ask a palace maid to pour her a cup of tea to quench her thirst, a dark shadow suddenly appeared.
Next came a cool sensation and a faint sandalwood scent.
"Your Majesty." The palace maids all knelt down in unison.
Those who are less daring will be sweating profusely in no time.
Shen Jiao then poured a cup of hawthorn honey syrup for Ji Yan, saying, "Your Majesty, please try this."
Ji Yan sniffed for a moment and frowned slightly.
The head palace maid's face changed drastically, and she broke out in a cold sweat. For so many years, His Majesty had only drunk honey water.
Oh no, Miss Shen's flattery has completely backfired.
Just as the palace maids were feeling disheartened, thinking that this day next year would be their death anniversary, Ji Yan took the white jade cup and took a small sip.
Your Majesty drank it? Did you drink it?
The head palace maid was stunned.
Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard the tyrant complain, "It tastes awful!"
The head palace maid was terrified. "Your Majesty, please calm down."
She made this red fruit honey syrup herself.
Miss Shen hasn't had a good appetite lately, so she thought she'd make some sweet and sour honey syrup to whet her appetite.
Shen Jiao tugged at the tyrant's sleeve: "You're really picky. I think sweet and sour is refreshing. Xi'an's cooking is quite good."
Ji Yan pulled the frizzy hamster up, hugged her tightly, and sat in the spot where she had been sitting.
"Since the young lady likes it, then reward her."
Xi An's mood soared to the clouds one moment and plummeted to the bottom the next, his back already soaked with sweat.
Upon hearing this, she quickly kowtowed, "This servant thanks Your Majesty for the reward, this servant thanks you for the reward, young lady."
Shen Jiao was quite satisfied with these palace maids.
She is young, pretty, and well-behaved with little talk. She doesn't engage in the scheming and plotting typical of palace dramas, making her very easy to manage.
"Your Majesty, are you finished with your work?" Shen Jiao couldn't bear to see the palace maids trembling with fear, so she started a conversation.
Ji Yan shook her head: "No."
No?
The palace maids didn't have much time to intimidate me.
As if sensing what Shen Jiao was thinking, the tyrant spread his hands.
A rose...withered but not fading, lies in the palm of my hand.
A tyrant is indeed a tyrant; he can even grow roses into blooming flowers every month.
Shen Jiao: "For me?"
"Hmm." Ji Yan handed her the flower, then drank the red fruit nectar, which she found unpleasant, in one gulp, and left.
Shen Jiao's feelings were somewhat complicated.
Could it be...?
Were these flowers also picked from the vase in the Imperial Study?
Shen Jiao: Why is it that when she was admiring the flowers in the Imperial Garden, the tyrant went and plucked flowers from the vase to give to her? This kind of behavior is so strange and pointless.
She stared at the wilted flower.
What? Does she not deserve a fresh, unopened bud?
Despite this thought, Shen Jiao still asked Xi An to dry the flowers and store them in a box later.
That night, when Shen Jiao was having dinner, the tyrant came again. This time there were no grapes or flowers; he brought a wine cup instead.
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