The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

A wild cat suddenly rushed into the moonlight, uttering an abrupt cry, disturbing the tranquility among the flowers.

Tong Jia Ruyan's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to reality from those sad memories, and her cheeks were flushed because of the lingering fantasies.

The night breeze blew gently, mixed with the rich scent of wisteria, making this moment of silence even more fiery and ambiguous.

Yang Longtan lowered his eyes and looked at her. He exerted a little force on his wrist and held her hand firmly in his palm. His other hand slowly tightened and embraced her soft waist. The warmth from his palm made her breath slightly choke.

"Call my name." His voice was low and hoarse, revealing an irresistible majesty.

Tong Jia Ruyan's lips trembled slightly, as if she was hesitating, or as if she was deliberately prolonging the torment.

After a moment, she gently opened her lips, her voice soft but with a hint of charm: "Longtan..."

He chuckled, seemingly satisfied with her obedience, his warm breath touching her ear.

……

The wind blew, ruffling the green leaves of the flowers and plants in the courtyard of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion.

Biluo stood in front of the door holding his breath, raised his hand slightly, and placed his palm against the tightly closed secret door.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed carefully and hard. The door hinge made a sharp groan, and behind the door was endless darkness.

Biluo was very eager to see the painting and the woman.

She held her breath and let her palms gradually sweat. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the vague outline of the bookshelf in front of her. As soon as she took a step, an inexplicable chill came over her.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in the back of her head, her vision went dark, and her body instantly went limp and fell to the cold floor.

**

In the darkness, footsteps slowly approached, followed by a low conversation.

"Master's guess is correct. There is indeed a secret passage here." A cold voice whispered.

"I'll take people down to find the seal, you keep an eye on her." Another hoarse voice replied.

"What if she wakes up? Kill her?" The hoarse voice revealed a hint of hesitation.

"The master wants to spare her life." The cold voice was low and decisive, carrying an unquestionable pressure.

"Save her life?" The hoarse voice paused, "But if she talks nonsense..."

"The master has his own plans." A cold voice interrupted the other party, and the voice was even lower, "You just need to protect her. The jade seal is the key."

The gruff voice said nothing more, and after a moment, the footsteps faded away, and the darkness fell silent again.

The lights in the Hall of Mental Cultivation were like blazing flames, making the silent room even darker.

The queen was kneeling in front of the emperor's dragon bed, while the emperor and Ji Shu were performing a live sex show in front of her, separated by a layer of gauze.

The queen's body trembled slightly, like a dead leaf that might break at any time.

She was wearing a nightgown made of fine fabric, with the belt tied tightly around her waist, as if it was her only protection. However, no matter how fine the fabric was, it could not hide the haggardness and dishevelled look on her face.

The queen's eyes were red and her pupils were watery, revealing confusion, anger, and an irrepressible sadness.

The water light was ultimately no match for gravity, and it quietly slid down, rolling over the swollen cheeks from the slap, and finally dripped onto the floor tiles, breaking into tiny water droplets.

People who are familiar with each other know best where to stab the knife to cause the most pain. The emperor would not kill the queen. He would torture the queen mentally and torture Tong Jiasuo's daughter.

It can be considered as another form of 'the son pays the father's debt'.

Apparently, Ji Shu was a little dull because of the queen's presence, and had regressed a lot compared to last night.

The emperor pinched Ji Shu's neck hard, and then spoke in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Show us what you can do."

"If you yell badly, I will kill all your clans."

……

The bed curtains were shaking, and Ji Shu's soft moans with a crying tone lingered inside and outside the Yangxin Palace. Eunuch Qian stood at the door, feeling an inexplicable itch in his heart.

"Maybe I should find a partner, too."

Half a month passed quietly, and the flower buds of early summer turned into a "gurgling" sea of ​​flowers, quietly washing all the stone steps and alleys in Kyoto.

Shen Runing sat in front of the window, holding the letter sent by Luo Mian in her hand, and her slender fingertips gently stroked the corners of the letter, as if she wanted to feel more warmth from this childish handwriting.

There were only a few sentences in the letter, and although the handwriting seemed hasty, the concern and longing between the lines still came through the paper.

Luo Mian's face appeared in her mind, and those smiling eyes seemed to be able to cross the long distance and look directly into her heart.

"Mian'er, you must be safe." Shen Runing murmured softly, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was praying to the emptiness.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside, accompanied by a loud sound of the door being pushed open.

"Miss!" Chunzhi rushed in, his face flushed, obviously out of breath after running.

Shen Runing raised his head with a hint of confusion between his brows, but he was not angry at the other party's rudeness.

Chunzhi was stunned for a moment, then he scratched his head embarrassedly after realizing his recklessness: "Miss... I was too impatient..."

Shen Runing smiled slightly, with tenderness in her eyes: "No problem, what's wrong with you?"

Chunzhi took a sharp breath, widened his eyes, and spoke with uncontrollable fear: "Tong Jiaruyuan...is dead!"

"What?" Shen Runing asked doubtfully, "Tong Jiaruyuan?"

Chunzhi nodded rapidly, "Yes! It's Tong Jiaruyuan who was married to the young master by His Majesty!"

"what happened?"

Chun Zhi quickly replied: "I'm not too sure, it spread all over the streets this morning!"

"Maybe it's just a rumor? How could he suddenly die without any illness or disaster?"

Liu Qing jumped in from the window with a sound, "Miss, the rumors Chunzhi heard are true, Tong Jiaruyuan is indeed dead."

The house fell into silence. The wind blew gently, lifting the gauze curtains in front of the window, making them flutter.

"The death was extremely tragic. Both eyes were gouged out..."