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

With trembling hands, Xiao Jingheng took out a blood jade crabapple that had been carefully treasured in his arms. Blood jade is rare, and a crabapple flower carved from blood jade is even rarer. He had spent a lot of effort to get this.

In order to get back before tonight, he rode at full speed all the way, without closing his eyes to rest for several days and nights, and exhausted several horses to death.

He arrived, but still missed it.

As Jamel Xiao watched, a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his lips, but it was indescribably bitter.

Yes, she no longer needs these things from him now, and that man will give her everything better.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingheng's heart twitched and hurt.

He seemed to be torturing himself, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the two people hugging each other on the roof of Zhaiyue Tower.

The gentle evening breeze, the sky full of fireworks, the starlight accompanying, the shadows of people in pairs...

How beautiful it looks!

That was a scene he had imagined countless times.

Xiao Jingheng suddenly remembered what Jiang Wanfu said. She said that in her previous life, Jiang Wantang had also witnessed them hugging each other under the illumination of fireworks...

He seemed to hear someone say in his ear: "Xiao Jingheng, you got your retribution, didn't you?"

After looking for a long time, Jamel Xiao showed a bitter smile on his lips.

Yes, he admitted, this was his retribution.

She had already moved on, immersed in the past, and the only one who refused to move on was him.

After a long time, the fireworks were still blooming in the sky, but Xiao Jingheng could no longer stand.

He clenched the blood-jade crabapple flower in his hand, finally closed his eyes, and turned away unwillingly but helplessly.

Under the illumination of the fireworks, Jamel Xiao's back was stretched very long, even revealing a bit of desolation and loneliness.

Back then, he was the one who acted on his own and did not face up to his feelings for Jiang Wantang.

Later he realized that she was not the crabapple flower that belonged only to him.

He just happened to pass by her blooming.

……

The night was getting darker, but the entire capital was illuminated by fireworks and it was still as bright as day.

On the rooftop of Zhaiyue Tower, Jiang Wantang looked at the fireworks still blooming in the sky and called out softly, "A Yuan..."

Although the fireworks were very loud and noisy, and although her voice was very soft, Ji Wuyuan still heard it.

He hummed, looking down at her.

Jiang Wantang looked at him and asked, "Why is it still playing after such a long time?"

Ji Wuyuan held her slightly cold little hand, his voice low and gentle: "Tang'er, are you tired?"

Jiang Wantang paused, then nodded.

She had seen enough, and it would be a waste to put it down again, and it would also affect the people's rest.

Ji Wuyuan smiled and said in an ambiguous tone, "It's almost time..."

"Let's go back to the palace, then, huh?"

Jiang Wantang said, "Okay."

Ji Wuyuan picked her up sideways, dodged, and the two of them landed steadily on the ground.

As they fell, the fireworks in the sky instantly dissipated in the air.

Soon, a seemingly ordinary carriage appeared in front of the two.

Ji Wuyuan lifted his robe and got on the carriage first. When he turned around and reached out to hold Jiang Wantang's hand, the latter looked in another direction, lost in thought.

Ji Wuyuan followed her gaze and saw only a black carriage with luxurious decorations. There was nothing special about it.

"What's wrong?" Ji Wuyuan didn't understand and asked her with some confusion: "What is Tang'er looking at?"

Jiang Wantang instantly came back to her senses, raised her hand and placed it on Ji Wuyuan's hand, and said calmly, "It's okay, I just took a look out of curiosity."

Ji Wuyuan didn't say much and took her hand and led her into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Jiang Wantang leaned softly against Ji Wuyuan's chest, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. She seemed to be resting, but in fact, her mind was still thinking about the scene she had just seen before getting on the carriage...

She saw Jiang Wanhe, wearing a goose yellow dress, get on the black carriage.

She was sure she wasn't seeing things.

How could Jiang Wanhe, an unmarried girl, appear on the street at this time of night?

And judging from the style of the carriage, it is definitely not the Jiang Mansion’s carriage.

She suddenly remembered what Xie Zhiyan said that day, that Jiang Wanhe had recently been very close to Qi Feng, the playboy and playboy of the Qi family.

Given how much Qin loves Jiang Wanhe, she would never let Jiang Wanhe go out so late at night.

So, you sneaked out?

It seems that this situation is not just the first time.

The development of the situation far exceeded Jiang Wantang's expectations.

She really didn't expect that Jiang Wanhe, an ignorant girl who had been well protected by Qin since childhood, would dare to do such a bold thing.

Just like that, with complicated thoughts in her mind, Jiang Wantang returned to the palace.

It was already late when the two returned to the palace.

Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang's hand and walked slowly. When they arrived at the gate of Changle Palace, Jiang Wantang was stunned looking at the closed palace gate.

That shouldn't be the case. She didn't sneak out this time. Yun Shang and the others should have left the door open for her.

She raised her eyes, looking at Ji Wuyuan beside her in confusion, but the latter curved his lips, looked at her with a smile and said, "Tang'er, go knock on the door and try."

Jiang Wantang walked forward with confusion and curiosity, and knocked twice, and the palace gate immediately opened from both sides.

The moment the palace door opened, Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly trembled. What came into view was a yard full of colorful crabapple-shaped lanterns. Under the eaves, on the treetops, on the rockery... and even in the flowers, they were all hung with crabapple lanterns in warm yellow, warm pink, and warm red tones.

The entire hall was brightly lit, but empty.

The path from the palace gate to the main hall gate is hung with colorful crabapple lanterns.

Lanterns of various colors are intertwined together, making the entire yard look like a dream.

Jiang Wantang stood in the middle of the yard in a daze for a while before turning around to look at Ji Wuyuan behind him.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were filled with smile. He slowly walked to her side, gently held her hand, and looked at the sky. It was already past midnight.

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, his voice low and magnetic: "Tang'er, happy birthday and good health."

"May my Tang'er be safe and sound for years to come, blessed with long-lasting happiness and health, and enjoy the prosperity of this prosperous age forever."

Jiang Wantang's pupils constricted and trembled slightly, and she looked at Ji Wuyuan in disbelief.

The latter smiled, rubbed her head, and said in a casual and gentle tone: "Why, Tang'er doesn't even remember her own birthday?"

Jiang Wantang's expression was complicated, tinged with sadness. She truly couldn't remember her birthday, as no one had ever celebrated it for her, except for that person...