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

As he spoke, Ji Wuyuan reached out and gently touched the red teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, stroking it, unable to let go.

Jiang Wantang saw a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Then, Ji Wuyuan plucked a gorgeous hibiscus flower from the numerous flowerpots on the imperial desk, put it in Jiang Wantang's ear, and whispered softly, "The hibiscus flower is not as good as the beauty's makeup..."

He lifted Jiang Wantang's chin, his eyes fell on her bright red and plump lips, and whispered: "My concubine, very beautiful"

Jiang Wantang blushed under his unblinking gaze, a rare occurrence: "What...what are you going to do?"

Ji Wuyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, his smile carrying an unruly and devilish charm. He leaned closer and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course..."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her.

He kissed her gently, with love and care for her every inch.

The soft and cool touch, the faint tea fragrance between the lips and teeth, mixed with the clear and strong breath on the body, is gentle yet irresistible.

Jiang Wantang didn't know when she closed her eyes. Her small hands tightly grasped his collar, leaving wrinkles on it.

Her breathing was a little disordered and a slight blush appeared on her face.

Ji Wuyuan kissed her passionately and indulged her without realizing it.

For the first time, Jiang Wantang had the illusion that he was being treated with respect and caution.

Wang Fuhai, who wanted to come in and ask if the meal was served, saw the two people kissing passionately on the imperial table as soon as he entered the room, and his eyes widened.

Finally, he covered his eyes, walked out with a smile, and closed the door of the hall considerately.

This kiss was really long.

Jiang Wantang was not released until she was almost out of breath.

Ji Wuyuan took the blushing and breathless Jiang Wantang into his arms and gently patted her back.

He asked her in a low, hoarse voice, "Why are you so stupid?"

"It's been so long, but you still can't learn to breathe?"

"It seems that the number of times is too few..."

Jiang Wantang was speechless. Her pair of watery, affectionate peach blossom eyes glared at him without any aggression, like a kitten that had been bullied.

Ji Wuyuan smiled, and slowly wiped the water off Jiang Wantang's lips with his slender fingers. He said with an ambiguous smile, "Now? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Wantang nodded.

After a while, palace servants came in carrying delicious dishes.

It must be said that Jiang Wantang had been dining with Ji Wuyuan for the past two days, and the food was many times better than when she was in Changle Palace.

Every day, the concubines would send various cakes and soups.

In the afternoon, Jiang Wantang was bored and lying on the low table reading a book.

Seeing that she was really bored, Ji Wuyuan asked Wang Fuhai to find a storybook for her to read.

One of them tells the story of the emperor and his favorite concubine.

The book tells the story of a beautiful concubine who loves the emperor and competes openly and secretly with a group of women, but is eventually rejected by the emperor and banished to the cold palace, while another concubine who seems to be noncompetitive becomes the empress.

Jiang Wantang shook her head repeatedly as she watched. This favored concubine was beautiful, scheming, and resourceful. She could defeat all the women in the harem, but in the end, she lost because of love.

She fell in love with a heartless emperor and believed the man's sweet words in bed.

In the end, the favored concubine became the abandoned concubine.

Jiang Wantang sighed and thought: No love can break the relationship, no ruthlessness can break the whole situation.

Ji Wuyuan glanced sideways and saw Jiang Wantang sitting aside, sighing and shaking his head from time to time, with his thick eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of curiosity and teasing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to say something, Wang Fuhai came in to report that the virtuous concubine had come to visit with Baihuasu.

Ji Wuyuan said calmly, "Let her in."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wantang looked up towards the entrance of the hall, and saw Bai Weiwei walking in gracefully in a long pear blossom white dress inlaid with jade. The dress exuded a faint luster, and its almost imperceptible texture was as light as pear blossom petals. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, making her look elegant and refined.

Bai Weiwei also caught sight of Jiang Wantang in the hall. Her face remained calm and she always had a decent smile on her face.

She bowed and said softly, "Your Majesty, I greet you."

"No need to be so polite." Ji Wuyuan still had an indifferent expression.

Wang Fuhai took the food box from her hand and placed it on the imperial table.

Bai smiled slightly and stepped forward to grind ink for Ji Wuyuan, while the latter frowned and said nothing.

Jiang Wantang looked at the dignified and graceful Bai Weiwei in front of him with a thoughtful expression.

On previous occasions, Bai Weiwei had ordered palace servants to bring food over, but this was the first time Jiang Wantang saw her come in person.

It seems that Ji Wuyuan does have some special feelings for her.

Somehow, Jiang Wantang's mind suddenly flashed with the concubine in the storybook who did not fight for anything and finally sat on the throne. She seemed a bit like the virtuous concubine in front of her.

She didn't believe that there were any women in the harem who didn't fight or compete. Even if there were, their ending would not be good.

This virtuous concubine is probably not simple.

Jiang Wantang looked at the two of them quietly without saying a word, and then continued to read the notebook in his hand.

Bai Weiwei said considerately, "No matter how busy your Majesty is, you should take care of your health."

Ji Wuyuan didn't refuse her and said "hmm" expressionlessly.

Bai Weiwei continued, "Your Majesty, I love the Hundred Flowers Pastry that I make the most. I made some extra today, and Sister Jiang will have some to try later."

As he said this, he looked at Jiang Wantang who was standing beside him.

Jiang Wantang, suddenly mentioned, looked up at her and said with a smile, "Thank you very much for your kindness, Her Majesty the Concubine."

Then she said nothing more.

Occasionally, the sound of two people talking could be heard in the hall.

Later, Concubine Xian left after staying for less than half an hour, and smiled at Jiang Wantang before leaving.

At night, Jiang Wantang used the same trick again and tried to pretend to be sleepy and leave.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her sleepy appearance, curled his lips, and his deep eyes seemed to see through everything.

Therefore, no matter how Jiang Wantang pretended this time, he refused to let her go.

So when she left Taiji Palace, it was already late at night.

When Jiang Wantang returned to Changle Palace, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

She looked at the person in front of her and said in a cold tone: "What are you still doing here?"