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

Bai Weiwei had intentionally led the group of people who were drinking tea in the palace to the imperial garden to appreciate the flowers.

She had long known that Ji Wuyuan brought Jiang Wantang to the Imperial Garden for a walk.

They deliberately lured people here so that everyone could see that it was Jiang Wantang who had snatched away their royal favors, and then they attacked him together.

Now the goal has been achieved and the effect is far better than she imagined.

But she just couldn't be happy.

On the contrary, she felt very uncomfortable.

In all these years, except for the time when her brother died, there has never been a more painful moment than this.

As if remembering something, Bai Weiwei lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with endless coldness and cruelty.

God knows how much impact the scene in the peach forest just now had on her.

What made her feel most uncomfortable and suffocated was not that the two of them played the piano and danced, looking like a perfect match.

Instead, she clearly saw emotions in Ji Wuyuan's eyes that shouldn't exist in him.

He was clearly such a free-spirited, cold and aloof man, but now he had a gentle and doting expression towards another woman.

Ji Wuyuan, can a cold-blooded person like you also have tender and compassionate emotions?

When this thought came to my mind, it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

But why is it Jiang Wantang? !

The daughter of the Prime Minister, she is extremely beautiful and is favored by the emperor.

She really has all the good fortune in the world.

The way of heaven is really unfair!

The more Bai Weiwei thought about it, the angrier she became. She didn't know how much patience and restraint it took for her to control her emotions at the moment.

She had clearly met him first.

No, no, she doesn't believe it!

By the lake, Bai Weiwei's figure was shaky and her face looked extremely pale.

Afterwards, she ignored everyone and left alone with the help of the palace maids.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw her lonely and frail figure leaving.

Even the most favored concubine in the past was not as favored and favored by His Majesty as Concubine Jiang is now.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, who still doesn’t know for whom the vast peach orchard in the Imperial Garden was planted?

I only see the new people laughing, but don't hear the old people crying.

No matter who the women in the harem are, they cannot escape the fate of being defeated by the four words "loving the new and getting tired of the old".

It remains to be seen how long this newly favored Concubine Jiang can remain proud.

Seeing Concubine Xian leave, everyone dispersed and went to their respective palaces.

Concubine Wang did not go back with Concubine Jia, but turned around and went to the Cining Palace.

Concubine Jia looked at the direction she left, with a cold smile on her lips.

……

At night, Ji Wuyuan still refused to let Jiang Wantang go back.

In his words, Jiang Wantang was not allowed to leave his side until she recovered.

The night is deep and the moon is at its zenith.

Inside Taiji Palace.

Jiang Wantang slept in the side hall. She felt a little uncomfortable and tossed and turned.

After a while, she felt the bed behind her sink slightly, and the familiar scent of ambergris instantly surrounded her. A pair of strong arms gently hugged her waist from behind.

Their skin was only touched by a thin layer of underwear.

Jiang Wantang's body suddenly stiffened. This was the first time she slept on the same bed with Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan pulled her into his arms, turned over, lowered his eyes to look at her, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Can't sleep, huh?

Their eyes met, their gazes burning.

Jiang Wantang's cheeks flushed, and she could not hide her shyness, just like a concubine who was looking forward to being favored by the emperor.

But in reality, her toes under the quilt had shrunk together in fear, and she dared not move.

After a brief hesitation, Jiang Wantang leaned gently into Ji Wuyuan's arms without saying a word.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and gently stroked her back, saying softly, "Go to sleep."

Perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, Jiang Wantang had no desire to sleep at all. She could only close her eyes and lie quietly in his arms.

The two slept in each other's arms.

After a while, there was a loud noise outside the hall. Jiang Wantang heard Wang Fuhai's deliberately suppressed scolding outside the hall and opened his eyes.

Ji Wuyuan also opened his eyes, his eyes full of coldness.

He patted Jiang Wantang on the back and said soothingly, "I'll go out and take a look."

After saying that, Ji Wuyuan stood up, put on a black silk robe and walked out.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Outside the palace, a young eunuch knelt at the entrance, crying, "The virtuous concubine has suddenly suffered a heart attack and is in poor health. Your Majesty, please go and see her."

Wang Fuhai stood guard outside the palace and shouted angrily, "Why don't you go call the imperial physician? What are you yelling about?"

"You woke up His Majesty and His Majesty, be careful with your head."

The young eunuch said, "Master Wang, you may not know this, but the Empress is in critical condition this time. I'm afraid it's not good, and we servants dare not delay!"

Wang Fuhai was stunned when he heard this: "Didn't the imperial physician say that he was fully recovered before? How come he suddenly developed it again out of nowhere?"

The young eunuch had a mournful face: "We don't know either. We're just afraid something bad has happened. Otherwise, we wouldn't dare come here in the middle of the night to disturb Your Majesty..."

"Besides, the lady inside is healthy and pain-free. How can her condition be as serious as our Concubine Xian's?"

"If anything happens to the virtuous concubine, and His Majesty blames us, we can't afford it."

It is well known in the harem that Concubine Xian is weak and has a heart disease. His Majesty values ​​her very much, so supplements and medicinal herbs are sent to Yuhua Palace like water on a daily basis.

Seeing him so anxious, Wang Fuhai did not dare to delay any longer and was about to turn around and go into the hall to report.

With a creaky sound, the door of the bedroom opened from the inside out.

Ji Wuyuan was wearing a black robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders. He had a handsome face, like a god descending from heaven.

He looked at the young eunuch kneeling on the ground with cold eyes.

The young eunuch couldn't help but tremble all over, and fell to his knees on the ground, saying in panic: "Your Majesty, please spare me. It is really that the virtuous concubine is in a bad condition. Your Majesty, please go over."

Ji Wuyuan looked down at him, his thin lips parted slightly: "Raise your head."

Although the young eunuch didn't understand why, he didn't dare to disobey. He raised his head tremblingly, closed his eyes, and didn't dare to look directly at the emperor's face.

Ji Wuyuan sneered: "Just now you said that the lady inside was healthy and pain-free?"

"You are quite good at talking."

The young eunuch was stunned and thought: Is your majesty praising him?

He opened his eyes cautiously, but before he could react, the next moment, he saw Ji Wuyuan's mouth curl up into a cold arc, and said coldly: "Drag him away and beat him to death!"

The young eunuch's face turned pale instantly, his body trembling like a sieve, his eyes filled with fear, and he kowtowed and begged for mercy: "This servant deserves to die. I spoke without thinking in a hurry. I know I was wrong. Please spare my life, Your Majesty! Please spare my life..."

Ji Wuyuan spat out two words coldly: "Noisy!"

Then several eunuchs stepped forward, blocked the young eunuch's mouth, and dragged him away.

Wang Fuhai stepped forward tremblingly and said, "Your Majesty, what about the virtuous concubine..."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were dark and no emotion could be seen.

He turned back into the hall and saw Jiang Wantang had already sat up.

The latter rubbed his eyes, looked at him in a daze, and said softly, "Your Majesty..."

"What's all the noise outside?"

Ji Wuyuan's coldness subsided. He walked to the bed and sat down, reaching out to rub her head: "Did I disturb you?"

Jiang Wantang nodded honestly.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he said softly, "Nothing, Concubine Xian is unwell. I'll go over to see her. You go to sleep first."

As he spoke, he hugged Jiang Wantang and lay down, gently tucking the quilt for her, and said in a low voice: "Go to sleep."