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

When Jiang Wantang met Ji Wuyuan's pair of dark and deep eyes like an eagle, a biting chill began to rise from the soles of her feet.

She subconsciously took a step back, feeling like retreating.

She wanted to escape, but she knew she couldn't because the consequences of doing so were beyond her ability to bear.

Jiang Wantang took a deep breath and continued walking towards Ji Wuyuan who was sitting on the throne.

What she didn't know was that when she stepped back, the man on the throne looked at her with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Jiang Wantang had just walked to the center of the hall when the door behind her closed.

The dull and heavy sound of the door closing echoed in the empty hall, like a heavy hammer hitting Jiang Wantang's heart.

Her heart trembled, and she clenched the palace lantern in her hand, her palms slightly wet.

The entire hall was dead silent, with only Jiang Wantang's footsteps echoing in the hall. The heavy feeling of oppression made her almost breathless.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes to look at Ji Wuyuan who was sitting on the throne. His face was not looking good. He was dressed in a sharp dark color. His dark and deep eyes were filled with coldness. They were dark and unclear.

At this time, he was the real emperor Ji Wuyuan, the iron-blooded, cruel, cold-blooded tyrant.

When the reverse scale is touched, all disguises are removed, revealing stubborn madness.

This is the Ji Wuyuan that Jiang Wantang heard from the world.

It is false to say that I am not afraid.

But despite this, she still had to bite the bullet and walk towards him.

"Your Majesty..." Jiang Wantang lowered his head slightly and saluted.

Her voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the silent hall.

In response to her, Ji Wuyuan remained silent for a long time.

The air seemed to be frozen.

Ji Wuyuan didn't say anything, so Jiang Wantang also stood quietly in the hall without saying a word.

He obviously wanted Jiang Wantang to approach him on her own initiative, but he didn't say it.

Jiang Wantang knew what he meant, but didn't do it.

The two of them were sitting at a distance that was neither far nor close, one sitting high and the other standing low, and neither of them spoke.

After a long moment, Ji Wuyuan clenched the black jade ring on his hand, and laughed in anger: "Jiang Wantang, have you become more capable?"

"come over!"

Jiang Wantang walked towards him as he said. As soon as she approached, she was pressed down on the imperial desk. The palace lantern fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Before she could even scream, Ji Wuyuan sealed her feelings with a kiss.

His kiss was so deep and aggressive that it made Jiang Wantang feel like she couldn't breathe.

The force locked around his waist increased, and Jiang Wantang felt suffocated. He couldn't help but struggle, trying to break free from his shackles.

But no matter how hard she hit, she couldn't shake Ji Wuyuan at all, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

Her little face flushed red, and when she finally got a chance to catch her breath, she looked up and met Ji Wuyuan's mysterious eyes.

It was not until this moment that Ji Wuyuan's emotions were finally revealed.

"Jiang Wantang, have you had enough fun?"

Jiang Wantang looked at him in a daze.

"You would rather risk your life than trust me to support you?"

"You'd rather trust others than me, right?"

Ji Wuyuan's voice was unusually hoarse. He looked at Jiang Wantang, his handsome face gloomy, and every word he spoke was filled with eagerness and suppressed anger.

Jiang Wantang had nothing to say and turned away.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"answer."

Ji Wuyuan rarely spoke to her in such a cold and commanding tone; most of the time he was gentle.

Jiang Wantang also became a little angry and suddenly didn't want to endure it anymore.

She sneered, "I'm just a chess piece in His Majesty's hands. How the chess piece is used and how it moves is up to His Majesty, isn't it?"

"Your Majesty, are you dissatisfied with today's outcome?"

Ji Wuyuan listened quietly to Jiang Wantang's questioning, and suddenly smiled softly, with icy anger between his brows.

"Chess piece..." He repeated these two words softly. Then, the corners of his eyes turned redder and he smiled. His voice was filled with incredible pain and shock. "Do you think I'm just treating you as a chess piece?"

"In your eyes, I am such a person?"

"Jiang Wantang, do you have a heart?"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and released the hand that was pinching Jiang Wantang's chin.

Jiang Wantang raised her hand and grabbed his arm, then sat up on the imperial desk.

Her eyes were red, her gaze was pure and watery, and she said softly: "Your Majesty, it is not, but I dare not hope for it."

"Sorry……"

Ji Wuyuan's heart twitched.

He hadn't even gotten angry yet, but she was already feeling wronged.

But when Jiang Wantang's eyes turned red and she looked at him with a wronged expression, all his emotions disappeared.

No matter how fierce she appears, there is actually nothing you can do to her.

Ji Wuyuan even reflected on whether he was not good enough to her, which made her feel so insecure?

He reached out and held her in his arms, his eyes dark, revealing complex emotions: "Do you know where you went wrong?"

Jiang Wantang was stunned. He nodded first, then shook his head.

Obviously don't understand.

Ji Wuyuan laughed angrily and asked, "Don't you have anything else to say?"

Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment and still shook his head.

Ji Wuyuan clenched his fists. It really was... he almost got fooled by her again.

He said coldly, "You've already figured out what happened today, even if I knew about it, I wouldn't do anything to you, right?"

"You are quite courageous, daring to attack the Queen Mother directly..."

Jiang Wantang raised her head from his arms and looked straight into his deep and dark eyes.

She stood up, bowed before him, and whispered, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your help."

"You are really good at guessing what I am thinking."

Ji Wuyuan looked at the dress she was wearing and sneered, "Heh, Jiang Wantang..."

"You even saw through my preference for you wearing pink dresses. Do you also see through my heart?"

Jiang Wantang opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Ji Wuyuan curled his lips with a sneer, clasped the back of her head with one hand, leaned over and bit her lips lightly, not hard, until the skin was broken and blood oozed out, then he let her go.

Jiang Wantang raised her hand to wipe it off, but seeing Ji Wuyuan's warning look, she didn't dare to move for a long time.

The latter chuckled happily, suddenly bent over and approached her, saying quietly: "Kitten, you are not well behaved. This is your punishment."

"If you dare to do it again next time, it won't be as simple as a bite."

"I can break your legs, but you'll behave yourself if you lock you up..."

Jiang Wantang's pupils shrank sharply, and then he nodded vigorously and obediently.

Just when Jiang Wantang breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Ji Wuyuan looking at her with an unfathomable smile: "Tang'er is very familiar with the Dali Temple Minister?"