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

Yun Shang smiled, her eyes sarcastically saying, "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who's wrong. How can I, Yun Shang, be compared with Lu Zhuangyuan?"

"This is the imperial palace, and I'm no longer the helpless orphan I once was. Can Mr. Lu let me go now?"

Her eyes and her words were all full of sarcasm and implicit ridicule. How could Lu Jinan not see and hear it?

"Ayun," Lu Jinan spoke again, his voice hoarse: "Are you still angry with me for what happened back then?"

Anger welled up in Yun Shang's heart, and she couldn't help but let out a sneer. Her originally gentle appearance was now full of aggression. She said, "What are you referring to?"

The indifference and disdain in the words were like a sharp, cold knife, piercing the softest part of one's heart.

Lu Jinan's heart sank suddenly, bloodshot appeared in his red eyes. He looked at Yun Shang with trembling eyes and was speechless.

In the past few years, he had imagined the scene of meeting her again countless times, but he never thought that it would be like this, when old friends meet, their hearts are separated by mountains and seas.

Yun Shang took advantage of his distraction, pushed him away, and walked away.

Lu Jinan staggered a few steps, came to his senses, and hugged her from behind, his eyes red: "Ayun, don't go..."

His voice was filled with sadness, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a plea: "Whatever I'm wrong with, whatever I've done wrong, I can change it. Please don't abandon me again, okay?"

After three years of separation and thousands of days and nights, Lu Jinan has already experienced the pain that gnaws at his bones and pierces his heart.

He had known for a long time that he couldn't live without her.

Now that they have finally reunited, how could he let her go so easily?

Unable to break free, Yun Shang simply gave up. She sneered, "Doesn't Mr. Lu already have a beautiful and virtuous wife at home? He must have her, so why is he pestering me?"

Lu Jinan was startled suddenly, and his body froze: "Did you hear everything?"

Yun Shang saw that his reaction was indeed true.

Yun Shang suddenly laughed.

She smiled beautifully, pure and sweet, just like countless times in her memory, but the words she said were like a knife. She said, "Lu Jinan, you are so disgusting."

"Your entire Lu family makes me feel sick."

Lu Jinan's already ugly face turned pale. He let go of her, his lips trembling: "Ayun... I can explain, please don't..."

Yun Shang turned a blind eye. She looked at Lu Jinan's pale face and sneered, "I'm not Ayun. The Ayun back then was dead a long time ago. You killed her with your own hands!"

"Lu Jinan, from now on, I never want to see you again."

Lu Jinan's whole body trembled, and the moment Yun Shang left, he quickly grabbed her arm at an extremely fast speed.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Don't go...Ayun...don't go..."

Yun Shang frowned and said impatiently, "Let go."

"Don't go..."

"Let her go!" A bone-chilling voice came.

Both of them looked up at the newcomer at the same time, only to see Jiang Wantang standing not far away with a cold expression on his face.

Before Lu Jinan could react, Jiang Wantang came over and slapped him loudly in the face.

After she slapped him, she was still not satisfied and slapped him again with her backhand.

The sound was so deafening that it frightened Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan who happened to be walking around the corner.

Ji Wuyuan raised his thick eyebrows slightly, quite surprised: Huh? The kitten scratched me?

Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: Tsk~ Is the wild fox crazy again?

Just looking at her hand that hit someone, the eyes of both of them darkened to varying degrees.

At that moment, Jiang Wantang, completely unaware of the situation, released Lu Jinan's hand from Yun Shang's arm and angrily shouted, "Do you think you can touch my people?"

She had already tolerated him for a long time today, so two slaps were not enough.

After saying that, he raised his hand again, and just as he was about to slap someone, he was held tightly by someone.

Jiang Wantang turned around and glared at Ji Wuyuan who was holding her wrist, her eyes full of murderous intent.

Ji Wuyuan, however, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands as if he hadn't noticed. He smiled and said, "Be good, leave this kind of dirty work to the servants."

"Besides... you are my woman, your hands can only touch me."

Jiang Wantang was so angry that she wanted to slap him twice in the face, but she didn't dare.

Seeing that he was very angry, Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and touched her head to comfort her.

Then he looked at Lu Jinan beside him with cold eyes.

The latter stood there, his face turned away from the blow, and did not move for a long time.

His face was red, and there was a shallow slap mark on each side of his face.

Very symmetrical.

Very glaring.

It was also very embarrassing.

He is completely different from the young man who was full of vigor and glory not long ago.

At this moment, Lu Jinan exuded a strong sense of decadence from the inside out.

Ji Wuyuan asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say a word, as if he had lost his soul.

Putting aside other things, Ji Wuyuan still highly respects this new top scholar.

Then he and Xie Zhiyan took the person to Xuan Zheng Hall. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Jiang Wantang that he would definitely help her vent her anger.

After they left, Jiang Wantang looked back at Yun Shang, who also looked unhappy, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Did he bully you?"

Yun Shang looked up at Jiang Wantang, tears welling in her eyes. She said, "Sister, I'm fine. I want to find a place to be alone..."

Jiang Wantang patted her back and said soothingly, "Okay."

"Don't go too far."

Yun Shang nodded and turned to leave.

Jiang Wantang originally wanted to go to Xuanzheng Hall to see what was going on, but halfway there he was stopped by Xiao Jingheng who suddenly appeared.

The latter looked much more haggard, with a dark complexion under his eyes.

Jiang Wantang's brows knitted together, his tone cold and impatient: "Young Marquis Xiao, what do you mean?"

"Didn't you get enough of the fifty lashes you received a few days ago?"

Xiao Jingheng's throat was raw. Looking at her bright and beautiful little face, his eyes were slightly sore and he spoke with difficulty: "Tang'er, you still don't want to recognize me?"

In response to him, Jiang Wantang remained silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Xiao Jingheng said without giving up: "Tang'er, I know, you are back too..."

"Let's talk about this, okay?"

Jiang Wantang sneered, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "I don't think there's anything else to discuss with you."

She is arrogant enough, with a spoiled temper and a cold attitude.

This kind of Jiang Wantang seems to be the real Jiang Wantang, and it is more in line with her bright and flamboyant face and temperament.

She seemed to be born this way, cold, aloof, unattainable, and out of reach.