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

Seeing Ji Wuyuan's frighteningly cold face, Fei Yu considered the possibility that he might kill someone. After much hesitation, he finally said in a comforting tone, "Your Majesty, calm down..."

"Miss Yunshang risked her life. Your Majesty... Your Majesty went to Wuming Mountain because she was worried about Miss Yunshang..."

"As for why I hid it from you, it must be because the Queen was afraid that you would worry..."

As he spoke, the temperature around him grew colder and colder, and the oppressive atmosphere became so strong that Feiyu could no longer speak.

"Heh..." Ji Wuyuan sneered. He suppressed the fishy-sweet feeling in his throat, his eyes reddened, and he looked cold and gloomy: "Why, you seem to know her very well?"

Fei Yu's pupils trembled violently, and he panicked for a moment. He kowtowed and begged for mercy in panic, "I didn't do it! I dare not!"

"I am only speculating... Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Ji Wuyuan did not react. He tightened his grip on the edge of the table. His handsome face was frosty, his eyes were bloodshot, and his anger was evident.

After a long moment, he spoke again, his voice cold and gnashing with anger: "I thought she was just a little spoiled..."

"I never thought this little orphan kitten might look gentle and docile on the outside, but it's actually quite wild at heart."

"It's fine if they're just investigating the plague, but this time they even dare to go to a place like Wuming Mountain!"

Ji Wuyuan's tone changed from cold to angry. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his sleeves, and the teacup, letters and four treasures of the study on the table fell to the ground and shattered.

The sound of the teacup breaking was harsh and sharp, making the depressing atmosphere even more dead silent.

The emperor was furious, and Feiyu knelt on the ground trembling, not daring to say another word.

"Pass the order down, everyone follow me to Wuming Mountain..."

Before he could finish his words, Ji Wuyuan suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood. The difference was that this time the blood was black.

Fei Yu's pupils shrank sharply when he saw this, and he quickly called in the imperial physician who was waiting outside.

Not only the imperial physician, but even the Dragon Shadow Guards in the dark appeared and surrounded the house.

The black blood meant that Ji Wuyuan's internal injuries had worsened, damaging his heart meridians, and his old illness had relapsed... The situation was very bad.

The secret guard leader Fei Yu and the imperial physician hurried forward.

"Go away!"

Ji Wuyuan roared angrily and waved away the imperial physician and Feiyu. He covered his heart and walked out of the house step by step.

But after taking a few steps, he started vomiting blood again, and the blood was still black.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the black blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, leaving shocking marks on his cold face.

Ji Wuyuan was slightly bent, his body trembling, and he had difficulty standing. But at the last moment before falling, he ordered the Dragon Shadow Guards and the Secret Guards to immediately go to Wuming Mountain and bring Jiang Wantang back unharmed.

......

At this time, Jiang Wantang, who was deep in the mountains, had woken up. He moved his body and found that his hands and feet had been tied up.

Jiang Wantang easily untied the thick ropes that bound her hands. Noticing that there was no movement around her, she quietly lifted the red veil on her head and took a clear look at the environment she was in.

What came into view was a small and dim room. The walls were made of rough stones with mud filling the gaps. Some parts of the simple wall had begun to peel off, revealing the mottled stones inside.

The room was filled with a pungent smell of mold and stench, mixed with the smell of excrement and sweat, which was nauseating.

Faint light filtered in through a tiny window, which was pitifully small and had a crooked frame...

With the help of this ray of light, Jiang Wantang saw that the other "brides" were also thrown into the room. Their hands and feet were tightly bound with thick hemp ropes. It seemed that they had not woken up yet.

Jiang Wantang stood up carefully, tiptoed towards the dilapidated wooden door in front of him, and listened to the noise outside.

There were people guarding the outside of the house, but not many.

She took advantage of the night to avoid the guards and sneaked out. Although the forest was dark and silent, it was far less terrifying than the scene at the foot of the mountain.

The forest is very large, and looking around, there are simple courtyards of various sizes all around.

Jiang Wantang's figure was like a ghost, quietly moving through the night. She walked towards a row of small houses with faint lights in the distance.

Soon, I heard a man's voice in the distance...

A man spat: "Pooh, what bad luck!"

"I haven't had enough fun yet, and this guy just passed away without moving..."

Another man echoed, "That's right. The ones delivered this time are all in good shape and appearance, but they're too fragile. They won't last after just a few days of use."

"This is the fifth person to die tonight..."

The two men cursed all the way, using obscene language that was disgusting to the eyes.

The so-called 'goods' they were talking about were the girls they were carrying.

In their eyes, they are not human beings, but just toys for them to play with.

Jiang Wantang followed them deeper into the mountain, where there was a large pit. The two men casually threw the girl they were holding into the pit with extremely skilled movements, as if they had done it many times.

After throwing it away, they wiped their hands on a big tree nearby as if it was bad luck.

Jiang Wantang's face darkened upon seeing this, his eyes stained with cold tears, and his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves.

A bitingly cold wind blew over, and the two men shivered subconsciously.

A man cursed: "What the hell, why do I suddenly feel a chill on my back?"

As he spoke, he twisted his body uneasily, trying to dispel the chill that followed him like a shadow. His rough hands unconsciously rubbed his arms and he cursed under his breath.

The other man looked at the piles of corpses in the pit. Some of them still had their eyes open, obviously having died with their eyes open. Under the moonlight, they glowed with a creepy luster, which was particularly creepy.

He was so frightened that he instantly withdrew his gaze and said quickly: "This... this place is too unlucky, we... let's leave quickly..."

“Let’s go, let’s go…”

The two then fled quickly.

After they left, Jiang Wantang walked out from behind a big tree not far away and walked towards the big pit.

What caught my eye were female corpses piled up in all directions, some with twisted limbs, as if they had suffered great pain before dying;

Some stared with their eyes wide open, their hollow gazes still filled with fear and unwillingness to die...

Their bodies looked miserable, covered with various marks.

They should be in their prime, with flowers in their hair, but instead they lie here miserably...