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

"emperor."

"emperor!"

The brother and sister stood up and saluted one after another.

After the ceremony, Jiang Wumei looked at Xiao Tong with a little surprise.

"It's not even noon yet, how can the emperor have time to come?"

Xiao Tong took the cloak and threw it into the hands of the palace maid, then stepped forward and took Jiang Wumei's hand, and asked softly:

"Why, Niao Niao thinks I'm here too early?"

As he spoke, Xiao Tong looked at Jiang Yuanzhou with cold black eyes, as if questioning why he was still here.

Seeing the two of them being so close, Jiang Yuanzhou was very tactful and said before Jiang Wumei could speak:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Ministry of Revenue still has matters to attend to, so I will leave first."

Hearing that he was leaving, Jiang Wumei was very reluctant to let him go. She even forgot to reply to Xiao Tong and took two quick steps towards Jiang Yuanzhou:

"Brother, why don't you finish your lunch before leaving?

I...I finally get to see you once, and I want to talk to you again."

Perhaps it was the blood connection that drew them together, knowing that there was no hope of meeting again in the future, Jiang Wumei really felt a bit nostalgic for Jiang Yuanzhou, and tears were hidden in her peach blossom eyes.

The tears in Jiang Wumei's eyes shocked the two people present. Combining her previous words, Jiang Yuanzhou felt that she must have been wronged in the palace. He suppressed his anger and looked at the new emperor Xiao Tong.

When Jiang Yuanzhou saw Xiao Tong looking at his sister with love, his anger subsided, and he was left with only doubts.

Xiao Tong still had a gloomy face because he didn't get an immediate response from Niao Niao.

But when he saw Jiang Yuanzhou was about to leave, and she looked aggrieved with tears in her eyes, he couldn't bear to get angry.

"Since Niao Niao asked you to stay, then you can stay."

His heart was burning with pain, and Xiao Tong looked at Jiang Yuanzhou with a cold and unhappy face.

"Wei Chen obeys your orders."

Seeing that Jiang Yuanzhou was able to stay, Jiang Wumei smiled again and hurriedly asked Qingzhi to serve the meal.

The palace maids worked quickly and soon delivered dozens of carefully prepared imperial meals to Zhongcui Palace.

After washing his hands, the new emperor Xiao Tong took Jiang Wumei to sit at the top. After they were seated, Jiang Yuanzhou lifted his robe and sat opposite them.

The lunch was quite harmonious.

Knowing that she had just ignored Xiao Tong, Jiang Wumei frequently served him dishes during the meal to show her goodwill, which finally softened Xiao Tong's expression. He returned the favor by putting some of her favorite dishes into her bowl.

Watching the interaction between the new emperor and his sister, Jiang Yuanzhou felt a little relieved and said goodbye after lunch.

Before leaving, Jiang Wumei ordered Qingzhi to send the ginseng, the zither and the four treasures of the study to the carriage outside Jiang Yuanzhou's palace.

Watching them go away, Jiang Wumei felt lost and her heart felt empty.

"If you truly miss your family, I will issue an order tomorrow to transfer your father back to the capital."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Jiang Wumei shook her head:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. No thanks."

After returning to the palace, Jiang Wumei took the initiative to hold Xiao Tong's big hand. Noticing his tightening strength, she moved and sat down with him on the edge of the couch.

Qingzhi brought tea and cakes. Xiao Tong picked up a piece of jade-sliced ​​lotus root powder cake that Jiang Wumei loved and brought it to her lips.

Feeling that he wanted to cheer her up, Jiang Wumei curled her lips and took a bite. Just after chewing it twice, she saw Xiao Tong put the unfinished pastry into her mouth.

Jiang Wumei's eyes widened, and she was so frightened by the scene before her that she started coughing violently.

Covering her throat, she coughed until her face turned red, and she didn't feel better until she drank the hot tea that Xiao Tong fed to her lips.

This damn man!

Were you seducing her just now?!

"Are you feeling better?"

Patting Jiang Wumei's back clumsily and anxiously, Xiao Tong glanced sharply at the green branches on the side, his eyes filled with coldness:

"What are you standing there for? Can't you see that the master is in pain?

Come on, pour me another glass of water."

Qingzhi nodded quickly and poured another cup of warm water to Jiang Wumei's lips.

Her throat was still itchy, and only after Jiang Wumei finished drinking the cup did she completely suppress the pain of choking.

"Okay, no need."

Stopping Qingzhi from pouring more water, Jiang Wumei looked at Xiao Tong with her moist peach blossom eyes:

"Your Majesty, I am fine, please don't be angry."

It was all because of this damn bastard that she choked on the lotus root powder cake, and he got angry first.

She cursed Xiao Tong for being crazy in her heart, but Jiang Wumei's face was flushed softly.

"Your Majesty, please go and do your work first. I want to lie down for a while."

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Xiao Tong started to get nervous again and looked her up and down.

Jiang Wumei felt uncomfortable when he looked at her, and pointed at her throat to explain:

"I just coughed too hard and my chest hurts a little. I'm fine, don't worry."

Xiao Tong's brows relaxed slightly, and when he saw her complexion return to its rosy complexion, he stood up and carried her horizontally.

Jiang Wumei obediently let him hold her in his arms, looking up at the man's angular profile, unable to figure out what he was thinking.

Ever since the person in front of me woke up, his behavior has been completely different from before.

His thoughts became more and more unpredictable, but he treated her better and better.

If he hadn't used the same strength and angles in bed as before, Jiang Wumei would have suspected that the person in front of her was just like her, with his soul possessed.

Climbing onto the man's strong and powerful shoulders, Jiang Wumei let go of her hands until her buttocks touched the soft bed surface. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Xiao Tong with sparkling eyes.

Seeing the man put her down and squatting to take off her shoes and socks, Jiang Wumei almost jumped up again, and quickly hid to the side, saying awkwardly:

"Your Majesty, you are the highest authority, how can you take off my shoes? Let Qingzhi do it."

Ignoring her refusal, Xiao Tong firmly but gently held her little feet. Under her nervous gaze, he took off her embroidered shoes inlaid with oriental pearls, revealing her snow-white insteps. He was very careful and caring.

After putting the pair of delicate feet in his hands into the quilt, Xiao Tong looked at Jiang Wumei's beautiful face and whispered:

"If you get up too early in the morning, you can take a nap.

You rest first, I will come back to accompany you in the evening."

The memorials from the previous dynasty piled up like a mountain, and Xiao Tong could not stay in the harem for long. Being able to come for lunch half an hour early was already the limit. Now he had to return to the imperial study no matter what.

Jiang Wumei wished he would leave quickly. She blushed and nodded, saying softly:

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will wait for you to come back and have dinner together."

Everything was peaceful in the palace for the next few days, except for a break in the cold palace where the deposed queen was imprisoned.

Fortunately, the palace servants were alert and no major disaster occurred. The fire was put out as soon as it started and did not affect other palaces.

The disabled queen imprisoned there had no problems except being frightened.

Upon learning of this, Xiao Tong did not take it to heart. He only ordered people to strengthen the security of the cold palace and did not pay any special attention.

Jiang Wumei felt a little uneasy. Logically speaking, Xiao Yi was dead, and his children had been taken to the imperial mausoleum for imprisonment and guarding. They should have been abandoned and could not cause any trouble later. But why did she always feel that something was wrong?

In order to be prepared for any eventuality, Jiang Wumei sent Qingzhi to check all the palace maids and eunuchs who had served the deposed empress, but she found nothing wrong.

Recalling the various plots in the book where the Queen and the Second Prince committed suicide, Jiang Wumei always felt that she had overlooked a fatal point.

But for two consecutive days, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Before she could think of any useful information, a letter sent from the Huo Mansion completely interrupted her idea of ​​continuing the investigation.

Xu Junjun, something happened!