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

Along the way, although Jiang Wantang looked as if he didn't care, who would be willing to face darkness every day?

Ji Wuyuan remembered that his Tang'er was afraid of the dark...

Always leave a candle lit when sleeping at night.

Imperial Master Jikong was silent for a moment, then hesitated and said, "It's not impossible, but..."

"Just what?" Ji Wuyuan lost all his patience.

Imperial Master Jikong continued, "Will it simply transfer the Queen's karma to Your Majesty?"

"Will I go blind?" Ji Wuyuan asked.

Imperial Master Jikong shook his head and said, "No."

"Then why are you hesitating here?"

"Hurry up and get ready, I'm going to start tonight."

Ji Wuyuan's tone was full of impatience, as if he couldn't wait even a moment.

Imperial Master Jikong was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Your Majesty, I have told you long ago that the Imperial Concubine's fate is not good for you. Do you really..."

Before he could finish his words, Ji Wuyuan's cold and murderous gaze swept over him, and he said coldly: "I don't want to hear similar words for the third time."

A simple and straightforward sentence with a clear warning.

The Imperial Master Jikong said sensibly, "I will prepare it right away..."

In the evening, Ji Wuyuan went to the Zen temple of the National Master Jikong, and Jiang Wantang stood alone in the backyard of the temple.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the withered yellow leaves were swirling in the wind, falling from the branches one by one, making a rustling sound...

Jiang Wantang was wearing a pink and white gauze dress with wide sleeves, her eyes covered with white silk. She stood under a tree, her clothes fluttering in the breeze.

This was the scene Xiao Jingheng saw when he came over.

In fact, he had been standing outside the courtyard for several hours. Ever since he learned that His Majesty had returned, he had been standing outside waiting.

Xiao Jingheng came to Foguang Temple with Ji Wuyuan's Buddhist worship team, and his main responsibility was to protect His Majesty and the Queen.

Therefore, he had long discovered that Ji Wuyuan and Jiang Wantang were not worshipping Buddha in Foguang Temple, but had gone to Jiangnan.

When he saw the white silk covering Jiang Wantang's eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank and he walked quickly towards her.

Jiang Wantang turned around upon hearing the noise and said in a cold voice, "Stop! If you dare to come one step closer, you will die."

She exuded a bone-chilling coldness all over her body. Even though her eyes were covered with white silk, the cold aura around her did not diminish in the slightest.

Xiao Jingheng paused, his eyes flushed, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "Tang'er, it's me, why are your eyes..."

His heart choked, and feelings of heartache and regret surged in his heart.

Jiang Wantang's face was as cold as frost, and his voice became colder and colder: "Why are you here?"

Xiao Jingheng's Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and there was an indescribable difficulty in his throat: "Tang'er, I just..."

"presumptuous!"

Jiang Wantang shouted, interrupting him directly.

"Who allowed you to come here?"

Xiao Jingheng's body stiffened

He spoke, his voice so soft that he felt powerless: "Tang'er, I'm sorry..."

"I...I just wanted to come see you."

Jiang Wantang sneered, her voice as cold as ice: "Young Marquis Xiao, please be careful with your words. This palace has nothing to do with you."

"Young Marquis Xiao directly addressed me by my maiden name and said something so easily misunderstood. Does he want to die?"

Xiao Jingheng's eyes became redder and redder. He looked at Jiang Wantang for a long time, with a trace of pain and sadness in his eyes.

Then, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "Your humble servant pays homage to the Imperial Concubine. May Your Majesty be blessed with good health!"

Jiang Wantang stood there quietly without responding.

Xiao Jingheng took out an exquisite little wooden box from his bosom and presented it with both hands: "My queen, do you still remember this crabapple hairpin?"

Jiang Wantang's lips curved into a cold smile as he scoffed without hesitation, "I don't care about anything you give me anymore."

"Xiao Jingheng, I've made it clear to you a long time ago. I don't want to see you. If you do it again, be careful that I won't forgive you."

As Jiang Wantang spoke, Jamel Xiao felt a slight sag in his heart.

The pain is beyond words.

Xiao Jingheng still couldn't accept it. It was obvious that Tang'er used to like him very much...

He spoke again, his words a bit paranoid: "But... didn't you like crabapple flowers the most in the past?"

As soon as Xiao Jingheng finished speaking, a long sword flew out from the air, splitting the small wooden box in his hand into two halves, and then the long sword pierced straight in front of his toes.

The crabapple blossoms also shattered to the ground.

"Tang'er said she doesn't care and doesn't want to see you!"

After he finished speaking, Ji Wuyuan, with a gloomy and cold look, walked out from behind the two of them.

As he approached, the oppressive atmosphere around him became increasingly intense.

Jamel Xiao shuddered all over and knelt down to salute.

Then, under his gaze, Ji Wuyuan walked to Jiang Wantang's side, and with a domineering and powerful yet gentle movement, he held her whole body in his arms.

He declared his sovereignty in an extremely domineering manner: "Xiao Jingheng, didn't you hear?"

"Tang'er doesn't want your things, and doesn't want to see you."

Jiang Wantang looked up at Ji Wuyuan and chuckled, "Why did Yuan come back so soon? Didn't he say he'd be gone for an hour?"

Ji Wuyuan leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, his tone tender: "I miss Tang'er so much, I can't leave her for a moment..."

"I heard that Tang'er hasn't eaten yet. Your husband will come back to eat with you."

Ji Wuyuan's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone present to hear.

Xiao Jingheng saw the intimate gestures of the two people without paying attention to others, especially the word "husband", which was like stabbing a knife into his heart and rubbing it back and forth.

She should have been his wife...

Killing people and destroying their hearts is just like this.

Xiao Jingheng knelt on the ground, the blood boiling in his throat, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, shaking constantly.

Jiang Wantang said to Ji Wuyuan arrogantly, "But I'm not hungry yet. I want to eat later."

Ji Wuyuan chuckled, patted her head, and said indulgently: "Okay, I'll listen to Tang'er."

Then the two of them walked hand in hand into the courtyard.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Ji Wuyuan turned around, glared at Xiao Jingheng who was kneeling on the ground, and said disdainfully: "She likes peach blossoms the most..."

Jiang Wantang’s favorite is peach blossom, followed by crabapple.

It’s just that in his previous life, Xiao Jingheng privately thought that peach blossoms were just lowly wild flowers that could be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests.

When Xiao Jingheng heard this, his pupils trembled violently. Looking at the shattered crabapple hairpin on the ground, he suddenly felt like a joke.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Ji Wuyuan's stern warning.

He said, "If Xiao Xiaohou doesn't recognize his own identity and regulate his words and actions, I don't mind disciplining him."