The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

The people at the door were shocked by Xie Zhiyan's aura and were stunned for a moment.

Qi Sheng looked at him and laughed coldly: "So it's Mr. Xie from the Dali Temple."

"I've always heard that Lord Xie is a man who keeps his distance from women and maintains a clean physique. How could he lower himself to linger in these brothels?"

"Could it be that those elegant and upright people in the past were all fake?"

His words were an undisguised mockery of Xie Zhiyan.

Xie Zhiyan's eyes were dark and cold, and his gaze was icy. Just as he was about to say something, a soft, boneless, white hand reached out from under the quilt and gently stroked his chest.

Then, a soft and charming voice sounded: "My Lord~"

"Where is that barking dog coming from? It disturbed my sleep..."

Xie Zhiyan's body stiffened instantly, his face darkened, he grabbed her wrist and stuffed her back into the quilt, wrapping her tightly.

The few people standing at the door felt their bones go weak just by hearing that gentle voice.

Such a damn good at yelling!

No wonder Xie Zhiyan, the Dali Temple Minister who was so arrogant and didn't like women, was willing to be her slave.

Several guards leaned over to look, and were met by Xie Zhiyan's cold gaze, his dark pupils filled with murderous intent.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Get out of here!"

The veins on Qi Sheng's forehead bulged. After all, he was the eldest son of the Qi family and a member of the royal family. Yet, Xie Zhiyan didn't even take him seriously.

Even a thing on the couch dared to call him a dog. It was really insulting.

Qi Sheng looked at the two people on the couch angrily and said sternly, "I am also investigating the case impartially. I hope Mr. Xie will cooperate."

Xie Zhiyan sneered and said sarcastically, "If you don't get out of here now, I'll make sure you don't even have time to warm up to your position as the Minister of Justice before you step down."

Qi Sheng clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger. "What do you mean? Threatening me?"

Before Xie Zhiyan could say anything, the charming woman on the couch laughed again: "I'm just threatening you!"

"Aren't dogs always the most obedient? Why are you so stupid?"

"You're looking for death!" Qi Sheng was so angry that he drew the sword from his waist.

"Sir~"

"This dog is so fierce!"

"I'm scared~" The person being held shrank back.

Xie Zhiyan's handsome face was extremely gloomy, and he was trying hard to suppress something.

Then, he raised his hand and slashed a sharp dagger past the ear of a guard beside Qi Sheng, firmly inserting it into the door. He warned in a deep voice: "Get out!"

Qi Sheng didn't dare to confront Xie Zhiyan. Seeing that he was really angry, he gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.

After they left, Jiang Wantang lifted the quilt and looked up to see Xie Zhiyan's gloomy face.

It seems that he is really angry.

"Jiang Wantang, there are differences between men and women. Don't you have any shame?"

But the tone he used when he said this was indeed a little colder.

Jiang Wantang was also a little angry.

It was just a cover-up, and there was no inappropriate behavior. Is it necessary to be so fierce?

Jiang Wantang smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, which were as cold as ice: "I have a clear conscience, why should I be ashamed?"

"Besides, I only treat you as an ally of the opposite sex. If it weren't for the information, do you think I'd be willing to get close to you, a cold block of ice?"

After saying that, Jiang Wantang stood up and walked out.

Xie Zhiyan gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You just deliberately angered Qi Sheng, right?"

"You want me to confront Qi Sheng, firstly to vent your brother's anger, and secondly to pave the way for him. Am I right?"

Jiang Wantang paused and chuckled, "So what?"

After saying that, without waiting for his answer, she walked out.

Xie Zhiyan clenched his fists and his face was extremely gloomy.

The two parted ways on bad terms.

When Jiang Wantang returned to the palace, it was already late at night and the moon was at its highest point in the sky.

She had not slept for two hours before she had to get up, wash up, and go to the imperial study to serve.

When Ji Wuyuan came back from court, he saw her dozing off while standing, with a slight frown on her face.

I clearly asked her to go back and rest early last night, so why is she still so sleepy?

Later, when he asked her to help him grind ink as usual, she was even more drowsy and the ink spilled onto the imperial desk.

Ji Wuyuan pursed his lips tightly, unable to bear it any longer: "Did you steal last night?"

Jiang Wantang nodded subconsciously, then immediately came to her senses and quickly explained, "No, no..."

"I just didn't sleep well last night."

Ji Wuyuan was skeptical and didn't say anything in his rare good temper.

Jiang Wantang knelt beside the imperial desk, grinding ink, and her body fell limply onto Ji Wuyuan's legs.

Ji Wuyuan was stunned and looked down, only to see Jiang Wantang leaning quietly against his legs, her long eyelashes drooping slightly like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow on her fair cheeks.

Her breathing was light and even, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was obviously asleep.

As he watched, Ji Wuyuan felt an indescribable softness in his heart, as if a feather was gently brushing against his heart, touching it slightly.

He unconsciously raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, looking at her quietly, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.

After watching for a while, he adjusted his sitting position to let her sleep more comfortably, and then continued to deal with the memorials on the desk.

Wang Fuhai saw this and stepped forward to ask softly, "Your Majesty, should we wake the Queen and have her sleep in the side hall?"

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly, and whispered: "Bring me a blanket."

Wang Fuhai was shocked when he heard this, and then immediately went downstairs to get a snow-white fox fur blanket.

Ji Wuyuan took the blanket and gently covered Jiang Wantang with it.

In this way, one of them was sleeping, and the other was quietly reviewing memorials. One was peaceful and tranquil, and the other was noble and elegant. Suddenly, there was a sense of beauty of peace and prosperity in the country and quiet years.

Wang Fuhai looked at the two people in front of him who were extremely well-matched, and a relieved smile appeared in his eyes.

Half of Ji Wuyuan's body was numb from her leaning on him, but he refused to move and let her lean on him to sleep.

Jiang Wantang slept very deeply and peacefully, and did not wake up until lunch time.

She squinted her eyes, reached out and hugged Ji Wuyuan's thigh. After touching it, she felt something was wrong. She suddenly opened her eyes and met Ji Wuyuan's pair of smiling eyes.

Jiang Wantang woke up instantly, her hands still hugging Ji Wuyuan's thighs.

She was so frightened that she let go immediately, sat up straight, and smiled awkwardly: "Your Majesty, I really didn't mean it, it's just..."

"what……"

Before he could finish his words, a cry of surprise was heard.

Ji Wuyuan reached out and held her on his lap, trapping her between the imperial desk and his chest.

Jiang Wantang placed her hands on Ji Wuyuan's chest, and the two looked into each other's eyes at such a close distance. Even though Jiang Wantang was indifferent to male beauty, she had to admit that the man in front of her had a face that was abominable to both humans and gods.

She was so cold and abstinent that it seemed like looking at her any longer would be a blasphemy.

When he is not killing people, he is like a banished immortal from the secular world, and when he is killing people, he is like the cold-blooded Yama.

Ji Wuyuan placed his hands on her waist and looked at her with a complicated expression in his eyes: "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Wantang felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she turned her head away and said, "No."

Ji Wuyuan chuckled and slowly approached her. Jiang Wantang subconsciously stepped back.

Until her back fell on the imperial desk, with no room for retreat, Jiang Wantang moved her body awkwardly, trying to struggle to get up, but Ji Wuyuan pressed down on her.

"You..." Jiang Wantang blinked and said in shock.

Ji Wuyuan's eyebrows were stained with a smile, and his voice was hoarse and seductive: "My beloved, don't move."