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

Jiang Wantang raised an eyebrow but did not stop him.

Anyway, with her around, I don’t think Lu Jinan would dare to bully Yun Shang.

Sure enough, not long after, a fierce argument broke out in the private room next door, and unsurprisingly, Lu Jinan was the one who suffered the loss.

Yun Shang's imposing presence left Lu Jinan speechless...

Hearing the voice, Jiang Wantang raised the corners of his eyes slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

She slowly walked to the wooden chair opposite Xie Zhiyan and sat down, saying politely, "Master Xie, you're here pretty quickly!"

Xie Zhiyan played with the cup in his hand, looking at her with a half-smile, a cold look hidden between his eyebrows: "Your little maid's temperament is becoming more and more like you."

"Really?" Jiang Wantang curled her lips, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with light, and a smile spread across her face in an instant. "Why does it sound to me like what Master Xie said isn't really a good thing?"

Xie Zhiyan didn't say anything.

He looked at Jiang Wantang deeply, and the color in his dark pupils was bottomless.

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice carrying a low sigh: "Do we really have to do this?"

Jiang Wantang listened to Xie Zhiyan's questioning and suddenly smiled softly.

"Master Xie should know better than anyone that this is the fastest and best way right now."

Xie Zhiyan's grip on the cup suddenly tightened...

"If I'm not mistaken," he took a deep breath, his handsome face cold and his tone a bit chilly: "You didn't intend to let your maid go at all, did you?"

"Tomorrow, you will go to Fengyue Tower by yourself to participate in the Oiran competition, right?"

Jiang Wantang sipped her tea gently, and upon hearing this, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

She smiled softly, her eyebrows curved, making the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye even more vivid, but her tone was teasing: "It's true that nothing can be hidden from Mr. Xie's sharp eyes..."

"Master Xie, could it be that this old fox has become a demon?"

Xie Zhiyan's forehead twitched and his expression became more forbearing.

He gritted his teeth, his smile tinged with coldness as he spoke each word with emphasis: "Jiang Wantang, I'm not kidding you."

"I know." Jiang Wantang's smile became even brighter, and he looked nonchalant.

Xie Zhiyan was really choked by him for a moment and couldn't breathe.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes patiently, and said, "Your Majesty, do you know?"

"Your Majesty, do you know your plan?" Xie Zhiyan repeated it.

Jiang Wantang smiled casually: "What do you think?"

Xie Zhiyan's face was as gloomy as water, and he was choked and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Jiang Wantang..."

"You really are..." Xie Zhiyan looked at her coldly, and finally smiled through gritted teeth: "You really are not afraid of being discovered by His Majesty and caught by your fox tail..."

Jiang Wantang's peach blossom eyes curved into a beautiful arc, her thin lips slightly raised, and she said in a leisurely tone: "Don't we still have you, Master Xie?"

"I'll help you investigate the case, and you'll clean up the mess for me. How about a win-win partnership?"

"You think too highly of me." Xie Zhiyan still had a cold face and said in a bad tone.

Jiang Wantang's eyebrows arched deeply, and she smiled brightly. The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was charming and vivid, like a vixen, captivating people. "I believe Master Xie...it's OK."

Xie Zhiyan felt a lump in his throat and was speechless.

Jiang Wantang smiled, stood up from the wooden chair, and said lazily: "It's getting late, I'll go back and rest first..."

"I'll leave the rest of the plan to you, sir."

After saying that, he walked out of the private room.

Xie Zhiyan watched her leaving and tightened his grip on the teacup in his hand.

"Jiang Wantang..." The coldness in Xie Zhiyan's eyes had faded, turning into a complex and intense look. He lowered his voice, like some obscure metaphor: "Hide your tail..."

"Also, protect yourself."

Jiang Wantang smiled and said, "Okay."

Then, he walked out without stopping.

As Jiang Wantang left, a subtle cracking sound echoed in the private room...

Xie Zhiyan lowered his head indifferently, and the cup in his hand finally broke under the weight.

His palms were dripping with blood, but the intense color of blood was not even a fraction of the pain in his heart.

Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his lips turned pale, and his eyes, which were usually cold and clear, now contained a sense of powerlessness.

Jiang Wantang, are you taking advantage of my repeated protection to act recklessly?

But I'm also afraid...

I'm afraid I can't hide you anymore.

On the other side, Jiang Wantang returned to the guest room upstairs. As soon as she stepped into the room, she keenly noticed something unusual.

There's someone in the room...

Judging from the breath, it should be in the direction of the bed.

Jiang Wantang's hand quietly reached for the dagger at his waist, and he walked towards the bed calmly.

Just when she was one step away from the bed, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm with an astonishing force, like an iron hoop.

The world was spinning, and Jiang Wantang saw only a flash before his eyes, and then he was pressed down on the couch.

At the moment when she was about to draw her dagger and fight back, she smelled a familiar scent, the crisp and clean scent of cedar mixed with the abstinence and coldness that was unique to men.

This smell, she is so familiar with it...

It was undoubtedly Ji Wuyuan.

It's true... As soon as I started chanting Buddha, the monk came...

Jiang Wantang paused and stopped struggling.

Sure enough, the next moment, she was brought into a familiar warm embrace.

Then, Ji Wuyuan's low and hoarse voice fell into her ears, and he said: "Tang'er, it's me..."

There was a hint of fatigue in the words, but they were also filled with deep attachment.

Jiang Wantang's heart trembled suddenly, and the hand that was originally holding the dagger gradually loosened.

Then, Ji Wuyuan waved his hand, and all the candles in the room lit up.

Jiang Wantang looked at the man in front of her in surprise and asked puzzledly, "Why are you here?"

"When did you come? Why didn't you tell me?"

Ji Wuyuan supported his head with one hand, lying lazily on the bed, staring at Jiang Wantang without blinking.

He smiled and said in a casual and gentle tone: "Tang'er is too busy to come back to see me, so I have to come to see Tang'er myself."

Somehow, Jiang Wantang heard a hint of resentment in his words.

Jiang Wantang wisely moved closer and put her arms around his waist.

If she hadn't just met Xie Zhiyan, she would have suspected that he was the one who secretly informed Ji Wuyuan to come.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence.

Thinking of her plans for tomorrow, Jiang Wantang's eyes darkened.

She buried her face in his arms and asked tentatively in a small voice, "A Yuan, didn't you say that we can't easily appear in the city?"

"What if those people find out about you?"