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

Jiang Wantang pursed her lips until they turned pale. The moment Ji Wuyuan stood up, she reached out and gently put her arms around his waist.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and her voice trembled slightly: "I'm sorry..."

"It's all my fault..."

But how could Ji Wuyuan bear to make her sad and guilty?

He smiled nonchalantly, brushing his fingertips across the red corners of Jiang Wantang's eyes. "It's nothing serious, just a few internal injuries."

"Tang'er, there's no need to blame yourself..."

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan rubbed Jiang Wantang's head, took her hand, and walked towards the inner room of the house.

The candlelight in the room was bright. The two of them were sitting on the bed. Ji Wuyuan could see Jiang Wantang's thin and pale face in the candlelight. He felt the suffocating pain in his heart surge up again, as if he was stabbed by something.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Jiang Wantang's face, his eyes filled with heartache. He asked her gently, "Why have you lost so much weight?"

"Is it because I haven't been by your side that I haven't taken good care of myself?"

Ji Wuyuan watched as the little bit of flesh he had carefully nurtured for her in the palace gradually receded, and she became even thinner than when she first entered the palace.

Jiang Wantang looked at him, her moist peach blossom eyes overflowing with tiny glints of light, and her smile was bright and charming. She said, "A Yuan, I'm fine."

Only then did Ji Wuyuan manage to suppress his temper which was almost boiling over.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "You've come such a long way, Tang'er, do you want to rest for a while?"

After days of running around and tense emotions, Jiang Wantang felt really tired now that he had relaxed. He nodded.

Ji Wuyuan held her in his arms, and they both lay on the couch with their clothes on.

The surroundings were silent and quiet, with only the sound of Ji Wuyuan gently patting Jiang Wantang's back. He was coaxing Jiang Wantang to sleep like a child.

Soon, she fell asleep in Ji Wuyuan's arms, her thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids, like a tired butterfly folding its wings.

Ji Wuyuan looked down at Jiang Wantang who was sleeping in his arms, and saw the dark circles under her eyes, his eyes full of heartache and pity.

After a long time, he gently put Jiang Wantang down from his arms, covered her with a thin quilt, and got up from the bed.

The moment he turned around, the tenderness in Ji Wuyuan's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by endless coldness and darkness.

He walked into the courtyard and looked at the kneeling leader of the secret guards, a cold smile on his lips: "It's only been a day, and you told me that the person was lost?"

The leader of the secret guards had been with Ji Wuyuan for many years and knew his temper and methods very well. He was cold-blooded, cruel and inhuman. For a moment, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground trembling with fear.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please forgive me." He couldn't even speak clearly, stammering, his tone difficult and awkward: "Qi Ming is cunning and cunning, and he has many burrows. Our subordinates only tracked him to Changzhou, and he disappeared..."

The day before Ji Wuyuan implemented the plan to blow up the mountain, he received a secret letter from Xie Zhiyan, and learned that there was something unusual behind the "plague".

Therefore, after Xie Zhiyan faked his death by using the "plague" incident, he changed his strategy and changed his original plan to wipe out all the rebels in the Qi family to dying with them.

Let the people behind the Qi family think that he is dead too.

Qi Ming was the one who escaped on the day when the gunpowder exploded the mountain.

To a certain extent, Ji Wuyuan deliberately let him go.

The Qi family hides a secret in Jiangnan.

And this secret needs to be solved by the Qi family.

Moreover, those people in the capital did not know that Ji Wuyuan had gone to the south of the Yangtze River in disguise. Once he died, those behind the Qi family would surely take the opportunity to start some big moves.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuyuan looked at the leader of the secret guards kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

Seeing this, the leader of the secret guards hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. I will find Qi Ming as soon as possible."

Ji Wuyuan remained silent, his brows drooping and his eyes darkened. His voice was low and dignified: "Remember, don't alert the enemy."

"Also..." He paused, his deep eyes seemed to conceal an endless storm: "Go and investigate the whereabouts of the Imperial Concubine in Changzhou these days. Report everything to me, no matter how big or small."

The leader of the secret guards suddenly raised his eyes, with a look of surprise still on his face.

Everyone knows that His Majesty dotes on this Imperial Concubine, so this is...

The moment Ji Wuyuan's cold gaze swept over, the leader of the secret guards lowered his head and said quickly, "Yes, I obey your command."

They naturally did not dare to speculate on the matters between nobles.

Ji Wuyuan waved his hand, and the leader of the secret guards disappeared into the night.

The next day, sunlight streamed in through the carved windows, forming patches of golden light on the ground. The light was bright but not dazzling.

It was already noon. On the bed, Ji Wuyuan supported his head with one hand, and placed his other arm on Jiang Wantang's slender waist through the quilt. His slender fingers were like white jade, with scattered sunlight falling on his fingertips.

He just stood there motionless, his eyes lowered as he stared at Jiang Wantang's peaceful sleeping face, a smile evident on the corner of his mouth, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

After a long time, Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled in his arms, and he seemed to be about to wake up.

Ji Wuyuan quickly lay down and closed his eyes to take a nap.

The next moment, Jiang Wantang blinked her eyelashes and slowly woke up. She moved her body slightly, but found that there seemed to be an iron hoop tightly wrapped around her waist.

When she opened her eyes, she remembered that she had slept in Ji Wuyuan's arms last night.

Jiang Wantang raised her head slightly and saw Ji Wuyuan's enlarged sleeping face close at hand.

His eyes caught his beautifully shaped jaw, his slightly pursed lips, and his high nose bridge...

Jiang Wantang's cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear the strong heartbeat, again and again...

As she looked at him, she subconsciously raised her hand to touch his superior eyebrows. As soon as she touched them, a pair of strong hands grabbed her wrist.

Ji Wuyuan, who was 'sleeping' on the couch, slowly opened his eyes.

The stunned Jiang Wantang happened to meet his eyes filled with gentle smiles.

Ji Wuyuan smiled and asked her, "What are you touching, Tang'er?"

He kissed the back of her hand, a gesture of intimacy that was anything but innocent.

Jiang Wantang felt the back of her hand getting incredibly hot from Ji Wuyuan's kiss. She hurriedly pulled her hand back and buried her head in the fur quilt awkwardly, turning her head towards Ji Wuyuan and acting like a coward.

Ji Wuyuan chuckled and raised his hand to touch her head. The more he touched, the more she went inside.

He said with a smile: "Tang'er, are you planning to suffocate yourself to death in there?"

Until Jiang Wantang's hand touched something it shouldn't have, Ji Wuyuan suddenly groaned...

The voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of darkness.

Jiang Wantang, who reacted belatedly, felt as if his head exploded with a bang.