Shen Jiao naturally wouldn't tell the tyrant; she just wanted to know everything that had happened to him back then.
then.
She adopted a sorrowful and melancholic expression and said, "I'm contemplating life."
Throughout history, whether successful people or ambitious young people, they have all sighed and lamented when pondering the question of life.
Isn't she at the age where she's most likely to feel lost about the future?
Shen Jiao thought she had found a rather excellent and sophisticated explanation.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yan found this sophisticated reason utterly incomprehensible.
"Contemplate life? You spend all your time eating, drinking, having fun, and going to sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. What's there to contemplate?"
Shen Jiao: "..."
Um?
What does it mean to focus solely on eating, drinking, and having fun?
Fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow?
So, in your eyes, I'm just a pig wearing a beautiful woman's skin, with no desire to strive at all?
Shen Jiao persisted stubbornly: "Isn't all the struggle in life ultimately about eating well, drinking well, and sleeping well? 365 days a year, what do we need to eat? What do we need to drink? What do we need to do? Isn't that something worth thinking about and studying?"
Ji Yan's eyes were filled with endless depth, and she said with great disdain, "What a waste of time. It's just a matter of filling your stomach."
Shen Jiao was speechless.
No wonder the tyrant is a picky eater; he has no desire to even taste delicious food. For him, delicacies are probably no different from chewing grass.
She blinked: "Filling your stomach happily is not the same as filling your stomach with a frown, Your Majesty. Since you have to fill your stomach anyway, you should definitely choose what's good for you."
Upon hearing this, the tyrant seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and his whole demeanor became somewhat violent and repressed.
He rubbed his temples hard and fiercely, with such force that he wanted to scrub his skin until it bled.
Startled, Shen Jiao quickly grabbed his hand, "Your Majesty..."
"Let go." Ji Yan said with a stern face.
Shen Jiao shook her head frantically: "No."
Ji Yan frowned and forced out a vicious sentence: "Believe me or not, I'll break your hand!"
If this were Wang Fu or Li Wang, they would have been terrified, their bodies trembling, begging for mercy.
But Chen Jiao has become somewhat of a seasoned veteran.
Every day, she hears the tyrant threatening to cut off her hand or leg, but she remains unharmed. Eventually, she gets tired of these kinds of threats.
However, these are merely characteristics that humans are born with.
Shen Jiao remained so calm, perhaps because she felt deep down that Ji Yan wouldn't do such a thing?
She didn't know where her confidence came from, but she just felt that the tyrant's threats were all bark and no bite, so she wasn't afraid anymore.
Shen Jiao could never bring herself to watch Ji Yan harm herself and abuse herself, just like before.
She simply gave up, acting as if she didn't care: "Fine, go ahead and chop."
Despite her seemingly fearless demeanor, she was actually a tiny bit nervous inside.
Ji Yan narrowed her eyes slightly.
This is different!
Although the hamster that used to be frizzy wasn't afraid of him at all, he still did a pretty good job of putting on a show to save face for both of them.
But now?
How dare she challenge him face to face?
OK.
Ji Yan was furious, her tone sinister: "Chen Jiao! How dare you! Have I been too lenient with you lately?"
"Whether it's indulgence or not, His Majesty knows perfectly well."
Shen Jiao took the opportunity to squeeze his cold fingers, smiling broadly.
The girl's eyes sparkled, much like the stars in the sky.
Ji Yan's eyes darkened.
He stared at Shen Jiao, then suddenly let out a cold laugh like a villain: "You don't actually think I won't punish you, do you?"
Shen Jiao: "???"
No way?
Should we really chop off her hand?
Did we make the wrong bet?
Shen Jiao's heart skipped a beat.
She began to admit her mistakes.
She began to repent.
She began to apologize for her recklessness.
She began to regret her arrogance.
But the tyrant ignored Shen Jiao's weeping and wailing, his face gloomy, and he was determined to uphold justice.
We must teach this frizzy hamster a cruel lesson!
We need to make her understand why the flowers are so red!
...
Shen Jiao was actually terrified of the tyrant who went mad.
After all, madmen have little reason to speak of.
She thought she would get double eyelids from Ji Yanga.
In this life, Shen Jiao could not escape the fate of becoming a flawed beauty.
In reality.
Shen Jiao was placed in solitary confinement.
Still one—
A very inexplicable confinement.
How inexplicable is it?
Shen Jiao looked around the pink and tender solitary confinement room, which was full of girlish charm.
The decor is luxurious, the lighting is great, and there's a fluffy carpet that she can roll around on 360 degrees.
Suddenly, Shen Jiao was dazzled by a brilliant light.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the reflection was from the diamonds on the vase.
Not only were the vases adorned with diamonds, but she also noticed that the furniture in the room was extremely ornate, either studded with diamonds or gemstones.
Even the unassuming tablecloth was woven from gold and silver threads.
Shen Jiao: "..."
What kind of family are they?
The rag was worth more than her bank card.
To be honest, she would like to stay in this confinement for a little longer.
After admiring the outrageously luxurious decor of the house, Shen Jiao also caught a whiff of a delicate, refreshing fragrance.
It's incense.
She doesn't know much about fragrances, but this one smells wonderful and must be expensive.
This is clearly not the level of a five-star inn.
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