Ji Yan rested her head on one hand, her posture elegant, and spoke sarcastically without any mercy.
Suddenly intrigued, he asked Shen Qingcheng, "What do you think?"
"Of course it's stupid." Shen Qingcheng's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He never expected that his younger brother would embarrass him so much that he would be disgraced beyond the country's borders.
He once thought that the conflict between his siblings was just a clash of personalities, and that there was still some affection between them.
But now, Shen Qingye's scheming and desperate desire to imprison Shen Jiao is truly insane.
"despair."
Ji Yan put down the clean ivory chopsticks and pushed them towards Shen Qingcheng with two fingers. It was an extremely simple action, yet it was pleasing to the eye.
“A fool is just wasting air by living. Kill him, and use this chopstick to pierce his heart.”
The tyrant's tone was indifferent, but Shen Qingcheng could hear a hint of threat in his words.
He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white: "Your Majesty..."
Shen Qingcheng exuded an extremely conflicted emotion.
It was an extremely simple multiple-choice question, yet he seemed to be frantically teetering between life and death.
Ji Yan found it quite interesting.
His voice held a hint of amusement, but his eyes held an endless chill.
"Go ahead and prove that you will stand by her side without hesitation this time."
Shen Qingcheng felt a chill run down his spine, his throat tightened, and he was unable to move.
The tyrant picked up the ivory chopsticks, which tapped on the table with a clattering sound, each sound bringing a pang of sorrow to Shen Qingcheng's heart.
Ji Yan's clear and melodious voice continued to echo in Shen Qingcheng's ears; it sounded like a sigh, yet also like a statement.
A myriad of emotions, a mixture of sorrow and joy.
"Shen Qingcheng, in just a quarter of an hour, you abandoned her twice."
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