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

After the two figures left, Xiao Jingheng was still kneeling on the ground, picking up the broken crabapple hairpin bit by bit.

It’s funny to say that in their previous life, they were married for nearly a year, and the only good memory left was this crabapple hairpin.

But it turns out that this is just his self-righteousness and self-conceit...

He never seemed to understand her properly.

He thought she was gentle, dignified, well-behaved, sensible, and considerate, but the facts proved that she was not like that when she stood next to Ji Wuyuan.

He thought she liked crabapple flowers the most, but he overlooked that there was only a peach tree planted in her yard, and she often stood under the tree waiting for him.

Xiao Jingheng knelt stiffly on the spot, his eyes red, and tears dripped onto the broken pieces of the crabapple hairpin in his hand...

There was a voice in his heart questioning him: “Xiao Jamel Xiao, when she was by your side, why didn’t you treat her well, why didn’t you cherish her?”

"Xiao Jingheng, you could have spent your whole life with her, growing old together..."

There are many things that Xiao Jingheng doesn't dare to think about too carefully. If he does, he will probably just regret it over and over again.

Unfortunately, many mistakes cannot be compensated or reversed.

This is probably his retribution...

The next day, the early morning sun shone through the mottled leaves onto the temple's backyard, casting a golden glow.

Jiang Wantang felt a little dazzling when she woke up, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

After a moment of stunned silence, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She could see...

When Ji Wuyuan prepared everything to return to the palace and came back to pick up Jiang Wantang, he saw Jiang Wantang standing under a tree in the courtyard, wearing a crabapple red palace dress.

The latter heard the noise, turned around and saw him, raised the corner of her lips, her shimmering peach blossom eyes arced with light, and a smile spread across her face in an instant...

The sunlight shone through the leaves onto her body, so beautiful that it made people's heart tremble.

Ji Wuyuan's heart indeed trembled violently, and his heartbeat quickened.

The two looked at each other, and Jiang Wantang clearly saw the surprise and trembling in Ji Wuyuan's eyes.

He walked quickly towards Jiang Wantang and hugged her in his arms, holding her very tightly.

It seems that what the imperial teacher said was right, her eyes can finally see again.

The procession back to the palace was grand and majestic. The emperor and his favorite concubine rode in the imperial carriage, passing through the prosperous and bustling streets of the capital, heading towards the palace.

The pearl curtains surrounding the imperial carriage were gently blown by the breeze, vaguely revealing the enviable couple inside.

Ji Wuyuan was wearing a black dragon robe embroidered with golden dragons, looking extremely noble. Jiang Wantang was sitting beside him in a red palace dress.

He nonchalantly played with Jiang Wantang's jade-white fingers, his eyes full of smiles.

Wherever the imperial carriage passed, people on the street knelt on the ground and shouted "Long live the emperor".

The buildings along the street were also crowded with people watching, making it very lively.

At this moment, all the women on the street envied the favorite concubine who could ride in the same carriage with the emperor.

Jiang Wantang suddenly remembered the scene half a year ago when Ji Wuyuan returned to Beijing from Foguang Temple.

The difference was that at that time he was high above, looking down on everyone, while she was kneeling on the long street, looking up at him, secretly thinking that one day she would climb up and stand at his height.

But now, time flies, it seems like just yesterday, she did it so quickly.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with a smile and asked with amusement, "What are you thinking about, Tang'er? Why are you so lost in thought?"

Jiang Wantang's thoughts returned, her peach blossom eyes curved into a beautiful arc, and her thin lips raised slightly: "I'm thinking about what you looked like when I first saw you?"

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled happily: "From what Tang'er said, it seems that the selection is not in the palace, but on the street?"

Jiang Wantang did not deny it.

Ji Wuyuan's smile deepened. He supported his head with one hand and looked at her. He said in an ambiguous tone, "So Tang'er has been eyeing me for a long time..."

Jiang Wantang coughed a few times to divert the embarrassment.

Ji Wuyuan smiled and saw through it but didn't say anything.

In the crowd, Qin held Jiang Wanhe's hand all the way and squeezed in the direction of the imperial carriage. She tried to rush out several times, but was blocked by the crowded crowd.

The two men looked extremely embarrassed.

When the imperial carriage just passed through the busy long street, she and Jiang Wanhe stopped in front of the carriage. Xiao Jingheng, who was leading the way, recognized them and stopped the guards who were about to take action.

The leader of the Imperial Guard went to report the matter to Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang beside him, and his meaning was very clear, it all depended on how she handled it.

Jiang Wantang glanced at Qin and Jiang Wanhe who were kneeling in front of the team. They both looked haggard, which was very different from when she saw them before leaving the palace. Jiang Wanhe, in particular, was skinny and bony. Her face showed fatigue at such a young age, and she had a clear sense of vicissitudes of life.

The whole person looks more than ten years older.

When Jiang Wantang's gaze fell on her bulging belly, his eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of coldness.

It seems that Qin's mother and daughter did not listen to a word she said.

Now, the downfall of the Qi family is an established fact. Before returning to the palace, Ji Wuyuan had already ordered that all the people from the Qi family who remained in the capital be secretly imprisoned.

What awaits them is bound to be the extermination of all nine generations of their clan.

At the moment, the mother and daughter were at their wit's end and came to him for help.

Jiang Wantang sneered inwardly and said to Ji Wuyuan, "Everything is up to your Majesty."

Blocking the emperor's carriage in the street is a capital crime and can be executed on the spot.

In order to save Jiang Wantang's face, Ji Wuyuan did not punish them in public, but simply ordered people to drag them away.

Afterwards, the carriage continued to move towards the palace without stopping.

As soon as the imperial carriage entered the palace, a young palace maid from the Cining Palace risked her life to stop it.

Her face was filled with extreme panic, and her body was shaking violently with fear and tension. She knelt on the ground, begging to see the imperial concubine.

Just as the guards drew their swords, Jiang Wantang shouted loudly.

"Wait!"

She recognized the little palace maid at a glance. She was Yun'er, who served Concubine Yu. She immediately had a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, Yun'er knelt and crawled in front of her, crying bitterly: "My Lady Concubine, please, go and save My Lady Dowager..."

Jiang Wantang's heart sank suddenly. He immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "What happened to her?"

"Say it!"

Yun'er burst into tears, and finally caught her breath, and said in a trembling voice: "The Concubine...she is dying..."

"During this period of time, I have been holding my breath, waiting for your return..."

The little palace maid said something later, but Jiang Wantang could no longer hear it.