The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

The words he just heard outside the palace planted a bomb in Xiao Tong's heart.

He was uneasy and irritable, but he could do nothing about Jiang Wumei.

"emperor."

Jiang Wumei was startled by the hand that suddenly fell on her waist. Just as she was about to raise her hand to push him away, Xiao Tong suddenly picked her up by the waist and walked straight to the big bed deep in the bedroom.

The joy continued until evening.

Jiang Wumei was lying on the big bed, her collarbone was white and delicate, with red plum blossoms blooming on it. The red and white colors complemented each other, making her look like a seductive fairy.

From Xiao Tong's perspective, her cheeks were rosy, her red lips were slightly parted, exuding the fragrance of lotus, which was very tempting to pick, and very beautiful.

Her messy long hair coiled around her chest, covering up her half-revealed beauty. Jiang Wumei lay on Xiao Tong's chest, thinking about the letter from Tianqi she received yesterday.

"Your Majesty, I, your concubine, have something I want to discuss with you."

The tender palm of her hand was burned by the man's big hand. Jiang Wumei blinked her long eyelashes and spoke with a gasp.

Xiao Tong held the person in his arms, his voice low and hoarse after being satisfied:

"What's the matter?

As long as you ask, I will agree."

Although Xiao Tong said this, Jiang Wumei would not believe it directly.

"Junjun sent a letter yesterday saying that Emperor Tianqi has passed away, and that the regent is now temporarily governing the country.

When an emperor of any country passes away, there is a national mourning.

I estimate that I will receive an invitation to the marriage between Junjun and the Regent soon."

When Jiang Wumei said this, Xiao Tong's expression changed slightly. He seemed to have anticipated what Jiang Wumei was going to say next, and his expression was somewhat resistant.

Sure enough, the next sentence he heard was Jiang Wumei saying:

“I know it would be wrong for me to leave right after I’ve returned to the palace, but you, my Lord, have saved my life several times.

On her wedding day, I want to go and congratulate her personally."

Having said this, Jiang Wumei stopped, looked up and carefully examined Xiao Tong's face, but Xiao Tong's black eyes were as deep as a dark pool, and his face was normal. She could not see any emotion at all.

The two people's skin is pressed against each other, and their fingers are intertwined, which is the most intimate posture for couples.

They had just made love, so this should be a time of tenderness and affection, with their feelings warming up.

But Jiang Wumei clearly felt that as soon as she said this, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees, and the warmth that had just filled the air disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Wumei moved her fingertips, thinking that Xiao Tong wanted to refuse. She lowered her eyes and was about to persuade him again when she heard the man's deep voice above her head again:

"Okay, I promise you.

When do we leave?"

Jiang Wumei looked up in surprise, and met the man's calm eyes. Her heart skipped a beat before she said:

"I originally planned to leave in a few days, but if Your Majesty approves, I would like to leave in five days."

Five days?

Are you so anxious to stay away from him?

Xiao Tong was so angry that he almost laughed. His eyes were cold. He gently pushed Jiang Wumei away, stood up and put on his clothes.

"I understand.

There's still something going on in the Imperial Study, so I'll go take care of it first. I might not be able to come tonight, so you should have dinner and go to bed early."

The man has a tall back, muscular arms, and long, powerful legs. It's obvious that this body is not to be underestimated.

Jiang Wumei felt sore all over. Seeing that he was still leaving at this hour, she was surprised at first, then she tried to stand up and help him dress.

"I will help you change your clothes."

As soon as she moved, Xiao Tong held her shoulders. Jiang Wumei raised her eyes and met the man's slightly cold face:

"I'll do it myself, just lie down.

I'll have someone bring in some hot water later."

If it weren't for what Jiang Wumei said just now, Xiao Tong would definitely not leave at this moment.

He originally wanted to hold her in his arms and bathe her himself, and leave more traces of himself on her body.

But now, he couldn't stay any longer. He was afraid to hear Niao Niao say that she wanted to leave him again, and he couldn't help the violence and murderous desire in his heart.

The man's back was resolute and stern as he left. Jiang Wumei felt a slight pain in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

Jiang Wumei pressed her brows tiredly and suddenly remembered the palace maid that Qingzhi had mentioned just now.

She and An'er had just returned to the palace when someone couldn't help but pounce on Xiao Tong. It was obvious what would happen if this went on for a long time.

The emperor has many concubines and descendants. How many more years can she and An'er occupy Xiao Tong's heart?

It’s not that Jiang Wumei is not confident in herself, but that she knows men too well.

What's more, he is the emperor who holds all the power in the world.

Her beauty has faded and her love has waned. How long can she retain the emperor's favor relying solely on her looks?

She couldn't imprison herself, so she could only keep reminding herself not to have any extravagant hopes.

At this moment, Jiang Wumei realized that she was actually a pessimist at heart.

It turned out that I had been wearing the mask for too long and I was also affected by it.

Following Xiao Tong's instructions, the palace maid quickly delivered the hot water for bathing behind the screen.

After the flower petals, scented beads, and ointment were all prepared, the palace maid respectfully came forward to invite the guests:

"My lady, you can take a bath now."

Jiang Wumei was exhausted, the thin curtains shielding her lost face:

"I understand. Everyone, please leave. I don't need anyone to serve me today."

"Yes, ma'am."

The palace maid left the palace, and Jiang Wumei got out of bed naked, walked on the soft thick carpet and went behind the screen.

The hot water flowed over her skin inch by inch, the flower petals covered the spring scenery, and Jiang Wumei closed her eyes to relieve her physical discomfort.

Her body was covered with kiss marks, and the incident just now became a soft knife, stabbing into Jiang Wumei's heart one by one.

She suddenly felt suffocated and doubted whether it was right or wrong for her to return to the palace.

She didn't know how she would deal with it if Xiao Tong really had another woman.

Her breathing became rapid. Jiang Wumei opened her eyes and looked at the vermilion beams above her head, feeling cold all over.

Just imagining that scene had exhausted all her energy. If it really happened, she probably wouldn't be able to stay in the Great Sage.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.

If that day really comes, she will take An'er away no matter what the cost.

In addition to men, she also has sisters and children, and she cannot trap herself in a dead end and be unable to get out.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wumei's suffocated heart was re-oxygenated. She reached out to take the fragrance beads, glanced at the kiss marks on her body, and began to wash them.

After bathing and putting on her clothes again, Jiang Wumei ordered the palace maid to come in and clean up.

Qingzhi took An'er's hand and ran into the hall unsteadily. The palace maid was wiping Jiang Wumei's long hair.

After sending away the palace maid, Jiang Wumei held An'er in her arms and played with him for a while, then asked the wet nurse to take him to the yard to play.

At dinner time, Xiao Tong really didn't come back.

The candlelight in the hall was bright. After dinner, Jiang Wumei played with An'er in the hall for a while. Then Jiang Wumei and Qingzhi personally bathed An'er before letting the wet nurse take him to bed.

An'er said goodbye to Jiang Wumei obediently. Jiang Wumei put her cheek against his chubby little face and said see you in the morning with a smile.

The palace maid cleaned up the hall. Qingzhi combed Jiang Wumei's hair and looked at her through the bronze mirror, wanting to say something but hesitant.

"Your Majesty, are you and the Emperor okay this afternoon?"

I heard that the emperor left Fengwu Palace today and his face was not in a good mood.

Qingzhi was worried that her queen and the emperor had a rift because of their quarrels.

Jiang Wumei rubbed her temples, her whole body exuding a gentle and delicate beauty. Under the candlelight, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Qingzhi was mesmerized, she couldn't understand why the emperor could be dissatisfied with his own queen who was so beautiful and intelligent, and why he was willing to be angry with his own queen?

It was clearly the emperor who coaxed the empress back to the palace, so why did he treat his own empress like this after returning to the palace?