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

Xie Zhiyan didn't want to die in front of Jiang Wantang and see her sad for him.

Zhang Long, who was beside him, knelt beside his recliner, his eyes red and his voice trembling: "Sir...you will be fine."

Xie Zhiyan stared at the bright moon in the sky without saying a word.

At that time, in a suburban villa in Mingzhou.

The night is deep and the dew is heavy, all is quiet.

Ji Wuyuan stood alone in the courtyard, his hands behind his back, wearing a black robe with gold weaving. His back was dimly lit by the moonlight, revealing his thin and neat figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding a cold and noble aura.

He looked into the distance with a deep and dark gaze.

Behind him, the leader of the secret guards knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty..."

The moonlight poured down like water, and the man's handsome face was half bright and half dark.

"What's the matter?"

The leader of the secret guards said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the secret letter has been delivered to the Imperial Concubine..."

Ji Wuyuan said nothing after hearing this, obviously waiting for his next words.

Seeing this, the leader of the secret guards hurriedly said, "The imperial concubine is fine, your majesty, don't worry."

Ji Wuyuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, he turned around, looked at him expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice: "What else?"

The air around was noticeably colder by more than one or two degrees.

The majesty of heaven is hard to defy. The leader of the secret guards knelt on the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He secretly guessed Ji Wuyuan's thoughts, but finally he bit the bullet and said stammeringly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty did not reply."

With just one sentence, the air around them instantly dropped to freezing point.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the leader of the secret guards kneeling on the ground with cold eyes. The expression on his face was unclear in the dark night.

The leader of the secret guards was trembling with fear and dared not move.

Ji Wuyuan clenched his fists and spoke after a long moment, "Is there any news from Changzhou?"

The leader of the secret guards lowered his eyes and said, "Since Lord Xie's message that the flood crisis has been resolved, there has been no news in the past few days."

"Maybe he was delayed because he was busy with the final arrangements."

Ji Wuyuan sneered, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes gradually darkened: "This is not Xie Zhiyan's style."

"It seems that we need to move the plan forward..."

The leader of the secret guards was stunned when he heard this. Before he could say anything, another secret guard came to report from outside the courtyard.

After the leader of the secret guards left for a moment, he placed the letter in front of Ji Wuyuan with both hands and bowed, saying, "As Your Majesty expected, the Qi family rebels have gathered at the foot of the mountain and have buried a large amount of explosives in the mountains, intending to assassinate the king and rebel..."

Ji Wuyuan chuckled, his lips curled up in a hint of undisguised sarcasm: "A bunch of good-for-nothings who have never even been on the battlefield, actually dreaming of regicide and rebellion?"

"act recklessly."

Ji Wuyuan took the letter from the leader of the secret guards and curled his lips, a cold smile on his lips: "Okay, since they are here, this mountain outskirts will be the burial place I prepared for them."

The leader of the secret guards said respectfully, "Your Majesty is wise!"

"Three days later..." Ji Wuyuan spoke again, his tone was light, but the words he said next were terrifying: "...I want them all to die here."

"Your Majesty..." The leader of the secret guards raised his head in panic, with a look of surprise still on his face: "This..."

He wanted to say whether this was too impulsive, but after meeting Ji Wuyuan's cold gaze, he dared not say anything more.

"What?" Ji Wuyuan sneered, his tone suddenly turning cold and stern: "Do you have any objection to what I said?"

The leader of the secret guards knelt on the ground, sweating coldly, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He said bluntly, "I dare not!"

"I obey your orders!"

Ji Wuyuan waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

The leader of the secret guards paused and said, "I have something else to report."

As he spoke, he leaned down even lower and spoke cautiously, "That virtuous concubine in the side courtyard said...that the relocation of her brother Bai Yi's new tomb has been completed, and she's been clamoring for you to send someone to escort her back to the palace."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyelids, his expression cold and indifferent: "Let her make trouble, don't pay attention to her, and there is no need to report to me."

"Just keep her alive."

The leader of the secret guards said solemnly, "Yes."

After saying that, he retreated.

Ji Wuyuan was still alone, standing quietly in the courtyard. The trees in the courtyard cast mottled shadows under the moonlight.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled. He raised his hand gently, and a withered yellow leaf slowly fell into his palm.

Ji Wuyuan stared at the leaf, his deep eyes flashing with a light that others could not understand.

Then, he curved his lips into a smile and murmured softly, "Tang'er, wait for me."

"I'll pick you up soon..."

........

On the other side, Jiang Wantang, who was still running around outside late at night, sneezed a few times at the right time.

Zhao Hu, who was standing by, frowned when he saw this. His parents had repeatedly told him to take good care of Miss Jiang, but now that she was sneezing, did it mean that he hadn't taken good care of her?

Thinking of this, he scratched his head. He didn't know how to take care of the woman.

This kind of delicate work of taking care of a girl should be left to Zhang Long. How can a rough man like him take care of others?

This is not an easy task...

Jiang Wantang, who was hiding behind a big tree, had no idea that she had just sneezed a few times, but it caused Zhao Hu to ponder for a long time.

Her mind was now full of thoughts on how to find out who was behind the poisoning.

Xie Zhiyan said, "Just because the water source is fine after inspection doesn't mean the problem isn't with the water source." This sentence woke her up.

Jiang Wantang always believed that this plague was not an epidemic, but poisoning.

The easiest and most subtle way to poison someone is to put it in water.

This guess became more and more certain after asking Zhang Long, who had no symptoms, and the people in the village.

There were officers and soldiers who were infected and those who were not. The number of people was large and the investigation was too complicated, so Jiang Wantang simply ignored it.

The rest were the infected villagers and Xie Zhiyan on one side, and the uninfected Zhang Long and the doctors on the other.

The villagers basically drank and used water from the village. Since Zhang Long and the doctors were not infected, they ate and lived separately from those people. The food was delivered from outside the village by people from the Dali Temple.

What made Zhang Long different from the other doctors was that he ate and lived with Xie Zhiyan, who was infected with the epidemic. Not only that, he also took personal care of Xie Zhiyan.

Taking all this into consideration, Jiang Wantang came to an idea: it was poisoning, so it was not contagious.

It's just that the people behind the scenes deliberately created the illusion that it was a plague, and then lured Xie Zhiyan into the trap.

Their purpose was simple, to create chaos to tie down Xie Zhiyan's people, and then take the opportunity to get rid of Xie Zhiyan without anyone noticing.

After all, who could have imagined that such a large-scale infection could be caused by poisoning...