On the way back, Ji Yan finally calmed down. Shen Jiao hadn't slept well all night and was prone to drowsiness. Now, after being exhausted, she fell asleep halfway through the journey.
Perhaps she was exhausted, Shen Jiao didn't have the energy to care whether her actions would displease the tyrant, and she vaguely found a comfortable position to nestle against his chest.
Ji Yan was extremely surprised. How could someone fall asleep like this?
It has to be said that the old man, Marquis Anbo, did have some skill in teaching his daughter. Although she was quite slow-witted, it was understandable. After all, Marquis Anbo's handwriting was exceptionally ugly, and he didn't seem very smart. As his daughter, it was only natural that Shen Jiao wasn't very bright.
Fortunately, Shen Jiao had excellent mental fortitude, which Ji Yan was very satisfied with.
It wouldn't be fun if someone were scared to death.
Ji Yan placed his palm on Shen Jiao's head, intending to wake her up, but when he looked down, he saw bluish-purple marks on the back of her fair and delicate neck. His thoughts shifted, and he frowned, his already red eyes becoming even more listless. He snorted coldly and said again, "Useless."
In her sleep, Shen Jiao dreamt of a silly dog barking wildly, and she whimpered and complained.
Um?
As if struck by a thought, Ji Yan grabbed her earlobe, brought her very close, and said, word by word, "Useless."
Shen Jiao gave her face and hummed again.
Ji Yan's eyes lit up. This is fun!
Ji Yan: "You're hopeless."
Ji Yan: "Useless?"
Ji Yan: "Useless!"
After saying that, he waited for a while and saw that Shen Jiao had stopped whimpering. His expression changed drastically, becoming as cold as ice in the dark night. His eyes were filled with intense anger, and his hand suddenly moved to her slender neck. Such fragile bones could probably be shattered into pieces with the slightest force.
How dare you not respond to him!
...
Shen Jiao had no idea that she almost lost her life in that sleep. She was woken up by the cold, not by the chill of the tyrant's approach, but simply by the wind making her shiver.
She touched her chest and realized that there were no blankets or quilts.
But she was quite content. Given the tyrant's capricious and arrogant nature, it was already more than enough that he hadn't abandoned her on the roadside to fend for herself. He was even more grateful to have brought her back. Whether she was covered with a blanket or not didn't matter, and it didn't matter if there was no bed. She was content with what she had.
Shen Jiao had no idea that Ji Yan had initially covered her with blankets out of kindness.
Ji Yan thought that Shen Jiao was ignoring him because she was not comfortable sleeping on horseback, so he decided not to crush her neck first, but to bring her back so that she could sleep well.
As a result, a problem arose. Shen Jiao, who had just touched the bed, slithered into the depths of the bed like a loach that had been thirsty for a long time, and wrapped herself up like a tightly wrapped silkworm cocoon.
Ji Yan could tolerate all of this, but when he squatted to the side and cursed Shen Jiao for being useless dozens or even hundreds of times until his throat was practically on fire, Shen Jiao didn't utter a sound. Not only that, but he also started snoring rhythmically.
What audacity!
Ji Yan laughed in extreme anger, her thin, blood-red lips curving upwards, conveying an indescribable eeriness.
If she doesn't make him happy, then he'll make sure she doesn't get a good night's sleep.
...
Meanwhile, Wang Fuchu, standing behind, was somewhat at a loss, facing an emperor exhibiting extremely childish behavior.
Normally, how could a high and mighty emperor set foot in a place like the kitchen? So when he saw Ji Yan's cook kneeling on the spot with a thud, trembling, he thought she had done something wrong to incur the emperor's wrath. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, but she didn't dare to wipe it away. She didn't move. Was she going to die? But she hadn't given her son her last words.
The cook was utterly desperate.
Ji Yan's expression was gloomy and sinister, like a ghost from hell, and her voice was cold, like a vengeful spirit, "Cooking porridge?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, yes, yes, yes," the cook said, her voice faltering.
"Use this to cook."
Huh? The cook didn't react for a moment.
Once the oppressive feeling subsided, the cook looked up and saw a quilt.
...
"Miss, His Majesty summons you to serve him at the meal."
Shen Jiao reluctantly put down the fried anchovies that were brought to her lips. "Now?"
Wang Fu nodded, looking troubled. "Yes, have the girl go there immediately."
"Okay." Although she was very hungry, it was nothing compared to saving her life. A true man can bend and stretch, and she could endure hardship.
It's okay if you miss a meal.
Seeing Wang Fu's thoughtful expression, she couldn't help but ask, "Is His Majesty in a bad mood?"
Wang Fu: "It should be said that it's very bad."
"Then I'd better not go now," Shen Jiao said, flustered. "Actually, I think His Majesty should be allowed to calm down alone at this time?"
Wang Fuman felt sympathy. "Wouldn't that be even worse? Actually, if you think about it carefully, the girl wouldn't lose out by going."
"Hmm? Is there a reward?" If so, it wouldn't hurt to go a few more times. Given the tyrant's extravagance, he could probably reward quite a bit each time.
Wang Fu shook his head: "No, no. If you don't go, His Majesty's anger will not be appeased and you will surely be implicated. But if you go, you will sacrifice yourself to save everyone. You will be a great hero who sacrifices yourself to save others."
Shen Jiao: "Hehe." If it weren't for the fact that he was really quite old, her restless hands would have almost been unable to restrain themselves.
As Shen Jiao resignedly followed Wang Fu, she sighed, "What a tyrant! He's such a grown man, yet he still needs to be waited on when he eats. Eating is something that requires initiative. If I sent the tyrant to the modern world to eat in the cafeteria for two days, let's see if he still dares to be so pretentious. He'd starve to death."
Wang Fu led Shen Jiao into a strange room. The wooden windows were tightly closed, and heavy, dark curtains were drawn. The room was too dark, with only a few candles that were barely visible. Wang Fu had left sometime earlier, leaving her alone.
Countless black curtains hung naturally from the beams. Shen Jiao tentatively walked forward. The further she went, the tighter the curtains became, and the oppressive air made it hard to breathe. Finally, at the end of the room, she saw the tyrant lying on the ground.
Ji Yan rested one hand behind his head, quietly and lazily, his eyes closed, whether taking a nap or asleep was unknown. His jet-black, lustrous hair spread out like seaweed, smoother than silk. He propped one leg up, the hem of his dark blue robe wide open, the side embroidered with gold rose patterns clinging tightly to his firm and slender calf. If Shen Jiao were bolder, she might even explore the unknown parts of his body.
She was devastated and began to suspect that the old eunuch Wang Fu was disrespectful and deliberately trying to harm her. Please, what kind of person was the tyrant? How could she possibly spy on him!
Does she deserve it? No, she doesn't.
"You don't even know how to launch a sneak attack?" Ji Yan suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils bloodshot, and stood up to approach Shen Jiao.
How could someone become more lethargic the more they sleep? Shen Jiao couldn't understand it.
He was barefoot in this dim space, his arches gleaming with an eerie white, the blue veins faintly visible. His steps were silent yet eloquent, serene and lifeless.
Shen Jiao subconsciously stepped back: "Huh?"
A sneak attack? Wasn't it supposed to be to serve the meal? How did it get connected to an assassination attempt? This isn't what we agreed on.
Ji Yan watched her retreat in fear, his eyes deep and eerie. “A sneak attack, though shameless, is very practical. At least for you, it increases the chances of assassinating me.”
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