Shen Jiao hadn't seen the murderous tyrant in a long time.
After all, this guy is starting to develop from a rebellious teenager into a serious person who loves doing homework and even drags his partner along to do it.
Whether it's acting or not.
Overall, the acting was quite convincing.
Her recent life had become so comfortable that she had forgotten that Ji Yan's true nature was that of a tyrannical ruler capable of destroying the world.
Ji Yan gave a disdainful laugh. Her voice, though clearly pleasant, was so cold that it made people want to avoid her.
He strode forward, determined to crush the wretched green thing that was still spitting blood with one foot.
As I walked, I realized I couldn't walk any further.
Ji Yan frowned, looking at her equally troublesome hamster: "Why did you grab my hand out of the blue?"
Shen Jiao: "???" How strange! What's wrong with a legally married couple holding hands? This person isn't even dead yet, and their hand has already become an artifact buried thousands of years later?
The tyrant was displeased and said irritably, "How many times have I told you that my hands get colder in winter? Aren't your paws cold? Grab my sleeve."
"Oh." Shen Jiao pouted and obediently wrapped her sleeve around their tightly clasped hands.
To be precise, she held on tightly on her own.
Ji Yan's face was extremely ugly. If Shen Jiao hadn't been sharp-eyed and noticed that he couldn't suppress the upturn of his lips, she would have suspected that the three-year itch had come early and that she had fallen out of favor.
Despite her smirk soaring to the heavens, the haughty little princess remained defiant: "I can't freeze you to death. Since you're so inseparable from her, then let's go together and stomp her dog head to pieces."
Shen Jiao: "???" What are you doing?
She reluctantly agreed, though it was hard to say goodbye. She couldn't bring herself to stomp on a dog's head unless the sun rose in the west.
"Do you want to plead for her?" The tyrant, knowing the cowardly nature of the hamster with its frizzy fur, boldly guessed.
His expression darkened further, making the already eerie atmosphere even more terrifying.
Shen Jiao felt that if she dared to nod, Ji Yan might just take the rat head off her neck and turn it into a chopped pepper rat head.
She may be timid, but she's not some saintly savior. Shen Jiao shook her head frantically: "No, no, I meant that it would be inappropriate to do this in public."
Even if you want to teach that brat a lesson, you have to find a secluded corner. Didn't you used to be so good at putting sacks on people? How come you're getting worse as you get older?
Ji, the Rebellious, and Disgusted: "I am the worst influence."
He seems quite pleased with himself for becoming the center of public opinion.
With him around, the Chinese entertainment industry is doomed sooner or later.
Shen Jiao muttered to herself for a while, but said aloud, "There's one more thing, damn it... Shen Yu's lover is here."
It goes without saying who Dog Head's lover is. Murong Chen had been there for a while, but it would be very impolite to disturb someone's relationship, so he had kept quiet.
The main reason is that I don't dare to.
Shen Yu coughed up blood incessantly. When he saw Murong Chen arrive, he became so excited that he spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
A tyrant doesn't care about the people of the world, let alone a mere old-fashioned Prince Yuanding.
She is also a gardener with a hidden illness who focuses on sowing seeds but never sees flowers bloom.
Ji Yan scoffed, but since it was Shen Jiao who said it, he reluctantly gave Murong Chen a look and extended an invitation: "Do you want to stomp on a dog's head with me?"
Murong Chen: "???"
Shen Jiao: "..." Brother, you're killing me by breaking my spirit! Didn't you see that the Gardener Prince is holding a script about the Great Battle of the Demon King and his wife to save their beloved concubine?
Ji Yan didn't see it; he was thinking about whether to stomp on Murong Chen's dog head as well.
He lowered his eyes and asked, "If I were to crush his dog's head, would you praise me?"
Faced with the elementary school kid suddenly asking for praise, Shen Jiao was full of questions: "How do I praise him?"
"I'm doing this for you." Ji Yan was extremely pleased with herself.
Shen Jiao: "..." She was tired of saying the word "awesome".
Murong Chen: "..." You two are so high and mighty, and you think you're so great just because you have loud voices.
Although the situation remained deadlocked, Shen Jiao could still sense that the tyrant was making concessions to her. Otherwise, given his temper and strength, killing Shen Yu would have been as easy as crushing an ant.
As her thoughts drifted away, Shen Jiao suddenly realized that Ji Yan was doing her homework well because of her. Although narcissism wasn't good, her sixth sense told her that the possibility was as high as 99.99%.
Ji Yan had been a hands-off manager for many years, doing whatever she wanted without caring about others' opinions. But to her, Ji Yan was someone who always followed her advice and made the best plans for her.
Once the Four Flowers Banquet is over, all those rotten rumors and gossip that Shen Jiao had spread will fall apart on their own, and she suddenly understands Ji Yan's plan.
Ji Yan gradually put aside her tyranny and began to handle state affairs. However, was it because she didn't want others to say that she was a tyrant who would die a terrible death, or that she was a useless and wicked concubine who brought ruin to the country?
Perhaps it was because the Gardener Prince was too kind, but Shen Jiao could now feel Ji Yan's awkward yet proud affection for her even more clearly.
Indeed, without comparison there is no harm. Ji Yan, this man, is like a swamp. He looks dangerous, but he is actually more dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall into it and you will not be able to get out.
**
Originally, Shen Yu was doomed, but after Shen Qingfeng, who had specially bought incense, candles, and paper money to give Shen Yu as a "dowry," explained his purpose, the tyrant changed his mind.
He took Shen Yu's hands and feet, then carried the distracted, frizzy hamster home to study and revise memorials.
Thanks to his careful guidance, and the fact that Shen Jiao had also taken history classes for more than ten years, he is now able to handle many political affairs independently.
Murong was burning with rage, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't stand the tyrant, but he couldn't beat him.
The most fatal thing was that even the Liang Kingdom couldn't defeat the Great Yan Kingdom.
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