It's one thing to personally come looking for trouble and swagger in through the main entrance, but to actually dismantle the door in a moment of madness? This isn't being reckless; it's pushing her to the brink of life and death. This isn't being arrogant; it's eagerly sending her on her way to the next life.
Shen Jiao: ...Ji Yan, because of you, I feel suffocated on the spot.
In her mind, the Azure Sword Saint was definitely a powerful old man with a white beard. With his longsword in hand, he was invincible. When he did make a move, it was astonishing. Therefore, she should not survive more than one move from the Sword Saint.
Shen Jiao had already given up, but since she couldn't avoid it, she might as well face the challenge head-on. So, she had prepared a beautiful, pleasant, polite and official speech in advance, intending to present her visit as a humble request for advice. That way, the Sword Saint Qinglang might let her off the hook if he saw that she was being wicked but still polite and cute.
She had rehearsed in her mind how many times she knocked and how hard she knocked, but! But now, that idiot Ji Yan just took the door off the door! Forget about politeness and humbly asking for advice, who would believe that?
This is blatant provocation!
Shen Jiao: ...Ji Yan, because of you, I will live at least sixty years less.
That's terrible. She could have lived to seventy-six, but now she can only live to sixteen.
Shen Jiao felt like she had just received an urgent notice from her superior, then drank ninety-nine cups of black coffee, stayed up for three days and three nights without sleep, and finally came up with a flawless plan at the last second. Just as she was about to send it to her boss for review, her mischievous child tripped over the power cord and broke it.
What broke her was not the power cord, but her vibrant youth.
She was filled with misery and didn't know what to do, while the brat who had caused her so much trouble laughed loudly at her distressed appearance, as if he found her miserable face of "the sky has fallen, the earth has collapsed, and I'm buried" hilarious.
Shen Jiao: LOL! LOL my ass! Why can't I be Armor Hero? Or Iron Man? If I'm cool enough, who am I afraid of?
The tyrant placed her in a refined and elegant courtyard. The courtyard, which was already somewhat bland, became even more so without a gate. Her expression was indifferent, but in reality, she had cursed Ji Yan, that troublemaker, a hundred times over.
Ji Yan, not one to shy away from trouble, stomped around on the pile of rubble from the broken door. Taking a moment to glance at Chen Jiao, her tone full of warning, "You're insulting me."
This is not a question.
"No, how could that be? I would never curse His Majesty." Shen Jiao immediately cleared her mind of the national essence and silently recited the Heart Sutra a few times to try to make her smile sweeter.
Ji Yan narrowed her eyes, "Then who are you cursing?"
Shen Jiao blurted out, "I'll curse you."
I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it. As we all know, people can't control their mouths when they're extremely angry, and besides, her mouth has always been very rebellious.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jiao stood rooted to the spot like a wooden statue, complaining about why the Sword Saint Qinglang was taking so long to come out. She wondered who would come to her rescue. She didn't need to ride on auspicious clouds; even if he came with his sword, it wouldn't matter.
The Azure Sword Saint is probably an old man with poor hearing or a very calm mind; the corpses at the gate have been crushed to dust and he still hasn't come out.
"What did you say? Say it out loud for me." Ji Yan had stopped playing the violent and childish game of stomping the wooden planks into dust and was slowly walking towards her.
A few rays of golden light shone through the gaps in the leaves onto him, and even his dark, deep eyes were tinged with gold for a few seconds, making him handsome and charming.
Shen Jiao's heart fluttered suddenly, and a flash of inspiration struck her. "I scolded you for having such beautiful eyes, sparkling like stars. I scolded you for having such fair skin, smooth as snow and like jade. Your Majesty, why do you have to be so perfect? How are others supposed to live when you are so perfect?"
Ji Yan: "...You've even learned to prepare your lies before you lie now?"
Shen Jiao: "When it comes to being a person, it's always good to be meticulous."
Realizing something was amiss, she added in a clingy tone, "But everything I said to Your Majesty was true, not a single lie."
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, "If you're not acting in your true feelings, you'll always be playing cards with three, four, five, and six, never seven."
Holy crap, that's vicious?
Shen Jiao grabbed the tyrant's sleeve and shook it back and forth, "Your Majesty, can you say it again? Just say three, four, five, six, seven, but there is no eight?"
Ji Yan looked down at her: "No."
Shen Jiao drawled out her words in a spoiled tone: "Your Majesty..."
Ji Yan was very principled: "No means no."
"Really not?"
"It's really impossible."
"Oh, Your Majesty, yes, yes..."
The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was gentle, the young man smiled, and a pair of magpies chirped on a branch, glancing at the girl as she flirted.
...
When Ji Yan is being childish, even a three-year-old is more mature than him. In the end, it was only after Shen Jiao told him that he would be allowed to hold both the title of King and Queen from now on that he changed his mind.
Actually, it didn't matter whether she said this condition or not. Even if she didn't give in, Ji Yan would still insist on having both kings. So when the tyrant agreed to her reason, she found it unbelievable.
There's a strange thing about a problem that can't be solved with two dollars, but can be easily solved with twenty cents.
But now that everything's resolved, why hasn't the Azure Sword Saint appeared yet? Is he still napping? Or did he sleep in until now?
The waiting period was so long that Shen Jiao was no longer nervous. She went from being anxious and uneasy at the beginning to strolling leisurely now, and even thought that it would be perfect to have another glass of iced juice.
She was very free, and so was Ji Yan. When he was free, he got itchy hands and pulled out all the radishes that Qinglang Sword Saint had planted in the corner of the wall. Shen Jiao thought he was trying to cause trouble, so she chopped the radishes into mud and stomped on them.
As a result, the tyrant only pulled them out and glanced at them with a look of disdain, the kind that says, "You've eaten so much, how come you haven't gained any weight?" After looking at them, he buried them all back in their original holes.
The entire process was quite bizarre.
Shen Jiao asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
It caused some damage but didn't completely destroy it. Is it like a louse scratching your precious hand?
Ji Yan: "Let's see if you've grown up yet."
Shen Jiao: "???" You're not just looking, you're uprooting it too? Even Radish was speechless.
Actually, she could understand looking at radishes, since they're buried in the soil. She could also understand the desire of a rich kid like Tyrant, who never lifts a finger, to explore new knowledge. But what was with pulling up bok choy? Just to see if its tendrils were straight?
The little bok choy suffered persecution, and the garlic sprouts and potatoes next to it were not spared either. I understand now, the tyrant may not have brought her to fight, he just found a cool excuse to turn over the soil.
Have you had enough of Miracle Nikki and started playing Mole's World now?
Perhaps seeing her standing there aimlessly, feeling utterly alone and lonely, the tyrant took pity on her and enthusiastically invited her to join his pointless and inhumane act.
Shen Jiao refused, "No, thank you, but I don't want to play."
Ji Yan: "No, you want to."
Shen Jiao: "I really don't like playing in the mud." She was determined to be a clean and beautiful woman.
Ji Yan: "This is a radish. You don't even recognize a radish?"
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