Tyrants always act without any rules or methods, doing whatever they please.
For example, he didn't want Mu Yang and the others to die just now, but now he's in a bad mood and doesn't want these unlucky kids like Mu Yang to live.
If the tyrant were not an emperor on earth, but a Yama (the King of Hell), there might be supernatural phenomena like corpses rising from the dead and sudden deaths happening every day.
Shen Jiao always felt that pregnant women were more emotionally stable than him.
She tried to persuade people that every country has its laws and every family has its rules, and that they should not kill indiscriminately. She thought that even if she could not become a famous beauty in the town, she could become a renowned Tang Monk.
Perhaps, a beautiful woman who only ever says "Don't step on the flowers and grass, they feel pain too" is also a beautiful sight.
"Your Majesty..." Shen Jiao had just opened her mouth when a panicked voice suddenly came from the air: "Spare his life!"
The voice sounded familiar; it belonged to Shen Qingye, the tyrant's enemy.
Shen Jiao felt strange again. She clearly did not know this Second Young Master Shen. In fact, she had only met him once, but subconsciously she felt very familiar with his words and actions.
This made her constantly wonder if the original owner of this body had a crush on Shen Qingye, who seemed smart but was actually a complete idiot.
Having inexplicably entered this scenario, she really wanted to see Shen Qingye's face clearly, but unexpectedly, the tyrant suddenly went mad again, and before she could even get a good look at him, Ji Yan stuffed him into the sedan chair with only curtains remaining.
It has a strong sense of being caught having an affair by one's parents.
After a less-than-civilized fight, she now resembles a down-on-her-luck girl sitting in a garbage dump guarding the trash.
Shen Jiao: "..."
What's wrong with her? What kind of weird idea is this? One second she was telling her to come see Shen Qingye, and now that he's here, she's not allowed to see him. What's wrong with her?
Men are truly fickle, even more so than Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations.
On the other hand, not only was Shen Jiao curious about Shen Qingye, but Shen Qingye also wanted to see her clearly. He was very curious about what kind of beauty a woman who could bewitch a tyrant could possess.
Unfortunately, the tyrant packed up so quickly that he only caught a glimpse of a dark figure inlaid with gold thread. It would be difficult for him to even recognize a person, let alone a face.
It is said that emperors have a penchant for keeping mistresses in golden houses. Shen Qingye, acting as a tyrant, did not want him to peek at the beauty, so he immediately looked away and did not notice anything amiss.
If we really have to point out something strange, it's that the day his younger sister, Shen Jiao, was packed up and sent to Huguo Temple by her older brother, she was about the same size as this dark figure, and they looked remarkably alike.
However, it was only a resemblance. He still remembered that Shen Jiao had cried her face down that day, with rouge and powder smeared all over her face, like a shaman performing a ritual. Shen Yu was so frightened that she had a high fever for several days. When Shen Jiao saw that crying was useless, she started cursing and swearing, trying to break free of her restraints with her mediocre skills. Her elder brother got annoyed by the noise and knocked her unconscious in no time before stuffing her into the carriage.
She had absolutely no manners of a young lady, acting like a madwoman, making his head ache with noise. Shen Qingye, who inexplicably thought of his younger sister, frowned. She was supposed to be the daughter of the Marquis of Anbo, but she wasn't as calm as a dancer.
That's truly shameful.
Why did we even bother going to Huguo Temple in the first place? We might as well have handed Shen Jiao over to the tyrant for education. He couldn't help but grumble to himself.
As Shen Qingye pondered this, he approached the tyrant and respectfully performed a full prostration, earnestly pleading, "Your Majesty, please spare my life."
The tyrant, having packed up the ruffled hamster, turned around nonchalantly. Without telling Shen Qingye, who was kneeling on the ground, to get up, he simply asked from his superior position, "Who are you?"
Shen Jiao, who had just found a few gold beads in the trash, looked up and asked, "???"
Just because he's the emperor, does that mean he can act however he wants? If the other person were any different gender, this kind of behavior would make him a complete scumbag!
Shen Qingye's face stiffened. It was one thing for the tyrant to be busy with state affairs, but he clearly hadn't expected that the tyrant would forget about him while traveling and enjoying himself.
He read it dryly: "...Your subject, Marquis Anbo, second son, Shen Qingye."
In the past, when he pronounced this identity and title, he always felt a sense of superiority and nobility, but at this moment, he only felt embarrassed.
I'm curious if His Majesty would remember him if he were called "Ah Mao A Gou" or "Zhang San Li Si Wang Er Ma Zi".
Seeing this, Shen Jiao paused in her rummaging through the trash, thinking to herself, "It's all over, it's all over. She's really wicked." Watching the Second Young Master Shen, who was like a stranger to her, get humiliated, she felt a genuine sense of satisfaction.
That's not something she can easily accept. The Second Young Master Shen is the tyrant's enemy; how could she possibly steal him?
Seeing that Shen Qingye, who had traveled a long way to plead for mercy, had knelt down, Mu Yang and Bai Mangge, these lambs to the slaughter, no longer piled up on top of each other, but knelt down in a group as well, shouting: "Your Majesty, spare our lives!"
The cries for mercy rose and fell, each one full of emotion and fluent expression, showing none of the arrogance they had displayed just moments before.
Despite so many people pleading for mercy, the tyrant remained indifferent, and Shen Jiao only heard a cold and ruthless laugh.
“You all deserve to die for the crime of regicide.”
Yes, putting aside past grievances, the most fatal mistake these young people made was regicide.
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed instantly, and they panicked. Shen Qingye was about to speak when the tyrant pointed at him and said, "Harboring criminals and colluding with them, is your Marquis Anbo's mansion planning a rebellion?"
Shen Qingye was shocked. He had only said a few words, and apart from the first one, the rest were all nonsense. At most, he would be accused of being overly sympathetic. How did it suddenly turn into rebellion?
He raised his finger and swore: "Your Majesty, my family has been loyal and virtuous for generations. The mountains and rivers bear witness to our loyalty to you, and heaven and earth can bear witness to our devotion. If we have any disloyal intentions, may we be struck by lightning."
Perhaps the weather in Rongcheng is like the mood of a tyrant, changing in an instant. As soon as Shen Qingye finished speaking, there were several loud "booms," dark clouds rolled in, and the sky changed color.
Liang Heng continued to pull out the unfinished sunflower seeds. Interesting, interesting. This kind of acting style is not something you see every day. It would be even better if there was a piece of watermelon as well.
Shen Qingye: "..."
Mu Yang and the disciples of the White Python Pavilion subtly shrank to the other side, afraid of being struck. Shen Qingye was furious, "Why are you hiding? It's just a normal weather phenomenon. I haven't done anything wrong. Come back here."
The crowd didn't believe it and tried to move it.
Shen Qingye glared angrily and said with conviction, "I'm here to plead for you. Heaven has eyes, and lightning won't strike me, no one else!"
Just then, a "click" sounded.
Then, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and Shen Qingye was struck by lightning.
Shen Jiao: "..." Justice from heaven?
Ji Yan: "..." This is outrageous.
Mu Yang and the disciples of the White Python Pavilion moved again without making a sound. They were already seriously injured, and if they were struck by lightning again, they would probably go straight to see the elders.
Even though Liang Heng, a gossip enthusiast, was still a doctor, he immediately ran over and patted Shen Qingye's face, "Shen Er, if you're not dead, give us a thumbs up?"
Shen Jiao: "..." It's confirmed. The military doctor at Langya Pass was definitely a child prodigy.
Shen Qingye's mind went blank; he was completely bewildered.
"……call."
With his charred, messy hair standing on end, he spat a puff of pure black smoke at Liang Heng, closed his eyes, and completely passed out.
Liang Heng turned his head, his face full of complicated emotions, and asked the tyrant, "Your Majesty, should we save him or not?"
Ji Yan turned to Shen Jiao, who was focused on rummaging through the garbage, and asked, "Should we save her or not?"
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