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

Xiao Jingheng raised his hand and carefully picked up the crabapple hairpin on the ground, his movements clearly showing a sense of caution and seriousness.

Ji Wuyuan sneered in his heart, his face cold.

"Dare to covet the imperial concubine?!"

“Xiao Jingheng, how many heads do you have!”

Xiao Jingheng's face turned pale, his hands clenched, he gritted his teeth, and spoke with difficulty: "I dare not. This is all my fault. It has nothing to do with the Imperial Concubine. She is not aware of it."

"Your Majesty, if you want to punish me, please do so. I will have no complaints."

After saying that, he kowtowed heavily on the ground.

Ji Wuyuan sneered and shouted angrily: "Of course it's your fault!"

"If you hadn't been so fickle, how could this have happened?"

Xiao Jingheng fell silent for a moment, wanting to explain himself but not knowing how to start.

Ji Wuyuan's chest was heaving, no matter what he was thinking.

He stood up and walked in front of Jamel Xiao, looking down at him with indifferent eyebrows: "Do you have anything else to defend yourself?"

Xiao Jingheng was stunned for a moment and said, "No..."

Ji Wuyuan nodded calmly, and then, in front of the gazes of all the palace servants in the hall, he raised his long legs without hesitation and kicked hard, directly hitting Xiao Jingheng in the chest.

He was kicked more than ten feet away.

With a muffled sound, the latter's face turned pale with pain. He covered his chest for a long time and couldn't speak. Beads of sweat the size of beans mixed with blood flowed from his forehead.

Wang Fuhai, who was watching from the side, was terrified again and again, fearing that His Majesty would beat him to death.

It had been a long time since he had seen His Majesty taking such violent action himself.

I think he was really angry.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Xiao Jingheng with an indifferent expression, and said in a sharp tone: "Don't think too much about other people's women, take care of your own woman more. If you do it again, I will never let you off easily."

"Go back and receive fifty lashes of the cane as punishment."

Xiao Jingheng endured the pain, suppressed the fishy-sweet smell in his throat, and knelt in the hall. He whispered, "Yes, your humble servant, I obey your order."

Ji Wuyuan waved his hands impatiently and told him to get out with his things.

Afterwards, he ordered Wang Fuhai to notify the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make dozens of sets of various jewelry in the style of crabapple flowers specifically for Concubine Yu.

Ji Wuyuan did not hide the fact, and the news that Xiao Jingheng was suddenly summoned into the palace soon reached Jiang Wantang's ears.

She asked someone to investigate a little and roughly guessed the reason.

Jiang Wantang felt something was wrong, so she quickly packed up and went to find Ji Wuyuan to explain. However, she walked in such a hurry that just as she reached the gate of Changle Palace, she bumped into Ji Wuyuan's arms as he walked by.

The latter put his arm around her waist and chuckled, "Tang'er, are you so impatient to see me?"

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, stepped back from his embrace, nodded sincerely, and said, "Yes."

Ji Wuyuan paused, the smile on his lips deepened, his eyes were wicked and charming, and his posture was indescribably seductive: "Then I guess why..."

"If it's because of another man, I have to..."

As he spoke, he leaned over and looked closely at Jiang Wantang's eyes.

Jiang Wantang subconsciously took a step back and looked away hesitantly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is just thinking about you... I want to go find your Majesty."

Ji Wuyuan curled his lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which made people feel terrified: "Tang'er is still the same as before, not obedient at all. Now even lying is so perfunctory..."

Jiang Wantang's breathing quickened, her eyelashes trembling: "I am afraid..."

Ji Wuyuan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "What are you afraid of?"

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

The warm breath sprayed on Jiang Wantang's ears, and her body trembled subconsciously.

Ji Wuyuan stopped smiling, his eyes becoming more profound: "Tang'er says she's not afraid of being alone, but her body is very honest..."

Jiang Wantang stepped back and was grabbed by the waist by him.

In Ji Wuyuan's eyes, her retreat was a silent resistance.

Is she resisting herself because of Jamel Xiao?

This thought kept appearing in his mind over and over again, like a silent question.

But what to do?

The more afraid and resistant she was, the more he wanted to hold her tightly by his side.

When facing Jiang Wantang, he was far less confident than when facing Xiao Jingheng.

Even though she doesn't like Jamel Xiao, that doesn't mean she likes herself that much.

Ji Wuyuan lifted up the hand that was clasped around Jiang Wantang's waist, lifted her up by the waist with one hand, and walked into the hall.

Along the way, the two of them didn't speak anymore, each with their own thoughts.

Jiang Wantang also let him hold her obediently without any intention of struggling.

Ji Wuyuan placed her on the beauty bed in the hall.

Jiang Wantang was forced to lie on her back and look at him.

Ji Wuyuan pressed her down, and she could even feel his every reaction.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Wantang clearly saw the darkness in his eyes.

After a long time, Ji Wuyuan let her go when he was on the verge of losing control.

He leaned over and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice brushing against her ears, low and hoarse: "Why don't you speak?

Jiang Wantang raised her hand and placed it on his chest, putting some distance between them. She stared at him intently, a bit aggrieved and stubborn, "Your Majesty is angry. I know that."

"I also know that Xiao Jingheng entered the palace because of the Begonia hairpin."

"When I said I was afraid, I was just afraid that Your Majesty would be angry..."

"You know I'm angry, but you don't stop me?" A red curve appeared at the corners of Ji Wuyuan's eyes. He placed his hands on Jiang Wantang's waist and looked at her deeply.

"Tang'er, do you know what terrible things a man driven by jealousy and possessiveness can do?"

Jiang Wantang blinked and burst out laughing.

She smiled and asked him, "How scary is it?"

"It's more terrible than you can imagine." When Ji Wuyuan said this, his eyes were serious, without any joking in his eyes.

Jiang Wantang certainly knew that what he said was true, but she didn't show it on her face.

She looked at Ji Wuyuan calmly and called out in a very soft voice: "Your Majesty..."

The latter maintained the posture of supporting his arms and looked at her without saying a word.

The light in Jiang Wantang's eyes was clear and bright, shimmering with a faint aquatic glint. She looked at Ji Wuyuan and said word by word, "Your Majesty, do you think I'm stupid?"

The latter looked at her in confusion.

Jiang Wantang smiled and continued, "Otherwise, how could Your Majesty think that I would give up such an outstanding man like Your Majesty and fall for Xiao Jingheng?"

"In what way can he compare to Your Majesty?"