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

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were deep, and when he looked at her, they were filled with a tenderness that shouldn't have appeared in him. He said, "Tang'er, I will be with you on every birthday from now on, okay?"

Jiang Wantang looked at the serious and determined look in his eyes, but wanted to say, Ji Wuyuan, I'm not worthy of you spending so much time on me.

But the words were stuck on my lips, I couldn't move forward or backward.

Isn't this all what she wants?

Wasn't her original purpose in entering the palace to covet his power and gain his trust and favor?

At this point, she actually had such thoughts, which even she found ridiculous.

You were a fisherman, but suddenly you felt sorry for the fish that was caught?

It's ridiculous...

So Jiang Wantang curved her lips and looked at him with a bright and seductive smile.

She said, "Ayuan, I am very happy today."

There was already a gentle light in Ji Wuyuan's eyes, and in an instant it became incredibly soft.

No woman, not even she, could remain calm under such an affectionate gaze.

He feels sorry for my past self and loves my present self.

What came to my mind belatedly was a bitter and sad feeling.

This is how it feels to be cared for.

If Ji Wuyuan was not an emperor, he would be a good husband.

If she was still the girl who longed for warmth and love in her previous life, if they were ordinary people, they might have had a loving and happy ending.

Unfortunately……

Can there really be a good outcome if there is conspiracy and hypocrisy mixed in from the very beginning?

Jiang Wantang didn't know.

……

At that time, the night was already deep, like splashed ink.

The once bustling streets of the capital were now deserted and silent, with only the occasional sound of wind whistling past.

In the private room on the top floor of the Beijing Xunhuan Building.

Xie Zhiyan was still alone, standing by the window with his hands behind his back, his head slightly tilted back as he stared at the bright moon in the sky, motionless.

No one knows what he is thinking.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who had been hiding in the shadows, one of them lay on the roof, his head resting on his arm, looking up at the sky; the other, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, looked left and right at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, wishing he could stare a hole in it...

The former is Zhang Long and the latter is Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "You and the adults are staring at the moon in the sky. What are you looking at?"

"Is there a fairy in the moon?"

Zhang Long rolled his eyes speechlessly when he heard this. It was true that the adult was looking at the moon, but he was not. He was just emptying his mind and thinking about something.

But he knew that his master was worried.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Hu raised his hand and pushed him, impatiently saying, "Tell me, what's so beautiful about this moon?"

"The adults have been standing there watching for several hours, not moving an inch. Could they be possessed?"

Zhang Long was too lazy to pay attention to this clueless idiot and said casually, "Yes, there are fairies in the moon..."

Zhao Hu was surprised: "Then why can't I see it?"

"Because you are blind..." Zhang Long said venomously.

Zhao Hu: "You... ** (national quintessence)"

After cursing, Zhao Hu still didn't believe it. His eyes were wide open and he stared at the moon in the sky without blinking, looking at the moon and then at Xie Zhiyan.

It was not until the moon reached its zenith and midnight had passed that Xie Zhiyan began to make any moves.

He looked at the clear, white, bright moon in the sky, and a faint smile suddenly curved up at the corner of his mouth. He murmured, word by word, "Happy birthday!"

This scene happened to be seen by Zhao Hu.

From his perspective, Xie Zhiyan was talking to the moon.

Could it be that there really are fairies in the moon? ! !

But Zhao Hu's eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't see anything.

In this way, Xie Zhiyan stood there until dawn, and only when the sky turned pale did he leave the Xunhuan Tower.

Before daybreak, the palace began to become busy one after another because today was the imperial concubine's birthday.

Ji Wuyuan held a grand birthday banquet for Jiang Wantang, inviting civil and military officials, and the ladies of high rank and high rank came to the palace to congratulate the imperial concubine.

Those noble ladies and imperial consorts who once looked down on Jiang Wantang's background now had to kneel down on the ground and respectfully call out "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Perhaps it was because power nurtured people, but Jiang Wantang, who had been in the palace for less than half a year, had already been reborn. She had a bright and elegant appearance, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, a rosy teardrop mole at the corner of her eyes, and was charming and lively. She had a cold and arrogant look when she looked at people.

His aura is exactly the same as Ji Wuyuan's. Even when he is not smiling, he is very imposing.

No one dared to look down on her anymore.

The people of the Jiang family also wanted to take this opportunity to enter the palace and take advantage of Jiang Wantang's fame, but unfortunately they were stopped at the palace gate and lost face.

Only the Jianghuai boats are unobstructed.

When the birthday banquet began, Ji Wuyuan, dressed in a black and gold dragon robe, and Jiang Wantang, dressed in a crimson gilded long dress, arrived together. The two held hands, stood on the high platform, and received congratulations and worship from everyone.

"Long live His Majesty, long ... the Imperial Concubine, may you be blessed with good health and happiness, may your birthday be auspicious and may you enjoy long-lasting blessings!"

Everyone knelt on the ground, and their shouts resounded through the sky, magnificent and majestic.

Jiang Huaizhou and Xiao Jingheng, who were kneeling in the crowd, had complicated expressions in their eyes.

Xiao Jingheng was filled with jealousy, reluctance and helplessness, while Jiang Huaizhou's eyes were much more complicated than his, dark and deep, and difficult to see clearly.

It seems familiar, yet strange, and carries a hint of nostalgia. The emotions are strong and complex.

Everyone was kneeling and no one noticed, but Xie Zhiyan, who was always perceptive, happened to be not far away from him and saw everything.

Based on his intuition from years of investigating cases, this kind of look is not the way a brother should look at his sister.

In just a moment, Jiang Huaizhou withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes.

Xie Zhiyan also collected his thoughts and pretended nothing had happened.

The birthday banquet was grand and lively. Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Wantang felt a little tired, but in order not to let Ji Wuyuan down, she persisted to the end.

By the time everything was over, it was already late at night and everyone was asleep. Jiang Wantang, tired after a day's work, was not sleepy. She sat alone on the swing frame in the moonlight, staring at the crabapple lanterns all over the yard, lost in thought.

Yun Shang saw that she looked worried, so she walked over and asked with concern, "Sister, are you unhappy today?"

Jiang Wantang smiled and said softly, "No, on the contrary, I'm very happy."

"Really? Sister, you didn't lie to me?" Yun Shang asked suspiciously.

Jiang Wantang chuckled, "Really."

Yun Shang recalled Ji Wuyuan's reluctant departure from Changle Palace not long ago. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but persuade him, "Sister, why bother rejecting His Majesty's kindness? I've seen how well His Majesty treats you, unlike anyone else..."