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

Now the old emperor of Nanyue Kingdom is critically ill and the princes are fighting for power and the situation is serious.

The Qi family's privately manufactured weapons were continuously sent to the Nanyue Kingdom in huge quantities, which was particularly evident in the past month.

Everyone couldn't hold back and was ready to make a move.

It seems that the Nanyue Kingdom is about to fall into civil unrest...

Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the secret letters sent to the northern border. The most recent one was sent after the huge explosion in Changling Mountain in Mingzhou.

The letter simply read: "The tyrant has passed away. I hope you will return to the throne."

Such a letter, which showed obvious intention of surrender and full of sincerity, was returned to Prince Ji Wuwang of Zhenbei intact without a single word in reply.

Over the past year, the Qi family has frequently sent letters to the northern border and has taken the initiative to show goodwill on many occasions.

However, Ji Wuwang's attitude remained unmoved, as if he really didn't care about the throne and just wanted to live in peace in the northern border.

In the past, Xie Zhiyan thought that it was because Ji Wuyuan was suppressing his relatives by force, so the Qi family turned around and wanted to join forces with King Zhenbei Ji Wuwang.

Now it seems that there is something unusual going on.

The Qi family is known for their reluctance to act without profit. Relying on the support of Empress Dowager Qi in the palace, they have always been very arrogant, yet they can lower their posture and curry favor with Ji Wuwang again and again...

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiyan frowned slightly.

In the past two years, he had secretly sent people to the northern border to investigate, but Ji Wuwang guarded the entire northern border like an iron barrel, making it impossible to explore.

No one knew what he was doing in the North.

The Qi family's original plan was to use the Nanyue Kingdom to get rid of Ji Wuyuan during this trip south, and then win over Ji Wuwang.

After all, compared to Ji Wuyuan's cruelty and ruthlessness, Ji Wuwang seemed to be more loyal and righteous in their eyes.

Back then, even though Ji Wuwang was unable to take care of himself, he still tried his best to protect the Nangong family.

It was precisely because of Ji Wuwang's existence that even though the Qi family had obvious ambitions, they did not dare to act rashly after they thought Ji Wuyuan had died in Mingzhou.

No matter how much Ji Wuwang doesn't care about the court disputes, he will never allow the Great Sheng Dynasty to change its dynasty.

There was just one thing that Xie Zhiyan couldn't understand.

Why did Ji Wuwang not make any move after learning the news of Ji Wuyuan's death?

It was almost eeriely quiet.

What exactly does he want to do?

Just as he was lost in thought, Zhang Long hurried over.

He bowed with both hands and said solemnly, "Sir, your subordinates have found the body of Qi Ming, the second son of the Qi family, in a corner of the underground dungeon..."

Xie Zhiyan didn't react much when he heard this.

Zhang Long paused before whispering, "The death was horrible. Aside from the skin still there, everything else was the same as Qi Gui and Lei Shi."

Only then did Xie Zhiyan react.

His expression slightly changed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Have your Majesty's people discovered it too?"

Zhang Long pursed his lips and nodded.

When he just discovered it, before he could do anything, the leader of the secret guards Fei Yu had already appeared in the dark prison and saw Qi Ming lying in a pool of blood, dead in a tragic manner.

Xie Zhiyan's eyes darkened, and he clenched the letter paper in his hand a little tighter.

When he learned that Ji Wuyuan had come to Wuming Mountain, he knew that he could no longer hide.

But, I didn't expect it to be at this time...

As long as he saw Qi Ming's death, Ji Wuyuan knew everything...

Based on his understanding of Ji Wuyuan, it is impossible for him to have no grudges in his heart. At the moment, he is just whitewashing the situation out of soft-heartedness.

I just don't know how long this peace can last...

On the other side, in the courtyard, the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Jiang Wantang was lying unconscious on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless...

Her blood-stained red wedding gown had long been changed, and she was now wearing a pure white silk undergarment, which made her look even more fragile and pale.

Jiang Wantang's inky black hair was neatly spread out on the pillow, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was sleeping restlessly even in a coma. Her bright and lively peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, her long raven-feather eyelashes cast a dark shadow under her eyelids, like two lifeless butterflies.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and smoothed the wrinkles on her forehead. He stared at her pale and haggard face, with complex and intense emotions hidden in his eyes.

All the past memories flashed through my mind: the spoiled girl, the well-behaved girl, the cunning girl...

But I have never seen her so bloodthirsty and crazy today.

Ji Wuyuan thought he knew Jiang Wantang very well, but he had to admit that seeing her covered in blood and holding a sword this morning was still shocking and unfamiliar.

Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang's small hand tightly. The temperature in his palm was cold and he could not feel any warmth.

Beside the bed, the imperial physician was examining Jiang Wantang with a handkerchief draped over his face. His expression was solemn, his brow furrowing ever tighter...

After a long while, the imperial physician knelt before Ji Wuyuan and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the Empress is seriously injured, has lost too much blood, and has over-consumed her body's potential. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to wake up in the near future..."

As soon as the last sentence was spoken, the temperature in the room dropped to its lowest point.

"It's hard to wake up..." Ji Wuyuan repeated these three words softly, and then the corners of his eyes were dyed with a bright red, a terrifying scarlet.

He glared coldly at the trembling imperial physician, his expression unnaturally gloomy. "It's hard to wake up... What does that mean?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty, carrying a chilling chill to the bone.

The imperial physician shrank back in fear upon hearing this, lowering his head and speaking in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty's injuries are too severe, and her body has been severely damaged. I'm afraid... I'm afraid she will need to sleep for a few days to recover..."

"How many days?" Ji Wuyuan asked in a deep voice.

The imperial physician wasn't sure either, but since Ji Wuyuan had asked, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Three days."

He wanted to say five days, but just as he raised one hand, Ji Wuyuan's cold eyes swept over him, and he was so scared that he quickly put down two fingers. The "five days" at his lips became "three days".

Ji Wuyuan said nothing more.

At this time, the leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, said outside the house that he had something important to report.

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly took his leave and went downstairs to boil the medicine.

Ji Wuyuan waved his hand.

After Feiyu came in, he placed a stack of letters that Xie Zhiyan had found in Qi Ming's underground secret room in front of Ji Wuyuan with both hands.

"Your Majesty, these are the letters Lord Xie discovered in the secret room, which were secretly exchanged between the Qi family rebels, the Southern Moon Kingdom, and the Northern Territory."

Ji Wuyuan placed the letter on the small table beside him with a calm look in his eyes, without any extra reaction, as if he had expected it.

Then, Feiyu reported in detail the discovery of Qi Ming's body in the underground dungeon.

His eyes remained calm, but if one looked closely, one would find a barely perceptible gloom mingled within them...