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

Zhao Yi pointed out mercilessly, "You're afraid that my cousin will vent his anger on Jiang Wantang."

Xie Zhiyan suppressed his emotions and said nothing.

"Even if that's the case, there's nothing you can do about it. You know how possessive your cousin is."

Zhao Yi sighed deeply, his tone unable to conceal his helplessness: "Ayan, there are all kinds of women in this world, can you find someone you like?"

Xie Zhiyan remained silent.

Zhao Yi felt a throbbing pain on his forehead. He raised his hand to support his forehead and said, "Ayan, is it worth it for a woman?"

"She's worth it."

Xie Zhiyan answered almost without hesitation, his tone serious and firm.

Zhao Yi was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhao Yi wanted to say something more to persuade him, but when he saw Xie Zhiyan had closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage to doze off, he swallowed his words back.

He knew that this was beyond persuasion...

The carriage slowly drove out of the palace.

At that time, Changle Palace.

Jiang Wantang woke up slowly on the couch, feeling very dizzy. She subconsciously raised her hands to cover her head and sat up.

Jiang Wantang looked around. Besides her, there was also Xiuzhu sleeping on a small couch beside her.

She stroked her head, her thoughts gradually coming back to her mind, remembering how she was plotted against and fell into a coma due to Chinese medicine.

Jiang Wantang curled her lips into a cold smile. She had just returned to the palace and someone was already eager to attack her...

Wang Fuhai, who was guarding outside the palace and did not dare to leave for a moment, saw Jiang Wantang wake up, and hurriedly walked in with the group of imperial doctors waiting outside the palace.

Wang Fuhai stepped forward, his waist bent, his face full of flattery and concern, and asked softly: "Your Highness, you are finally awake. Your Majesty must have been very worried..."

Jiang Wantang said calmly, "Where's His Majesty?"

Wang Fuhai was stunned for a moment, then remembered Ji Wuyuan's instructions and replied, "Your Majesty, His Majesty has gone to Xuanzheng Hall to handle official business. Before leaving, he specifically ordered the imperial physicians to wait outside the hall. They will check your pulse after Your Majesty wakes up."

As he spoke, he waved to the imperial physician behind him and said, "Come over quickly and let the Empress take a look."

Jiang Wantang said nothing, raised his arm and placed it on the small table beside him, allowing the imperial physician to feel his pulse.

Wang Fuhai, who was standing by, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He was afraid that Jiang Wantang would ask about what happened after she fainted.

The imperial physician said that Jiang Wantang was no longer in serious condition and just needed to rest for a while.

Wang Fuhai had just put his mind at ease and was about to take the imperial physician to report to Ji Wuyuan when he saw Jiang Wantang take out a long sword from somewhere. Holding the long sword in her hand, she walked out of Changle Palace in a menacing manner and headed straight for Zhao Shujia's Zhaohua Palace.

Wang Fuhai was horrified when he saw this, but he didn't dare to stop it. He could only ask someone to keep an eye on it and hurried back to report to Ji Wuyuan.

When Jiang Wantang arrived at Zhaohua Palace, several servants tried their best to stop her from entering and even wanted to inform her of the news, but she killed them with a single sword.

When she walked in, she saw a group of concubines comforting Zhao Shujia, who was crying sadly.

One concubine said, "Sister Zhao, His Majesty was only momentarily bewitched by that vixen, and that's why he couldn't see your good side..."

"That vixen, relying on her good looks, is even more dictatorial and domineering than Concubine Qi was back then..."

"Humph, he's just a country bumpkin with good looks, how can he compare to Sister Zhao?"

"Yes, yes, that vixen is not worthy of being a concubine!" others echoed.

"..."

Everyone was talking at once, filled with indignation.

However, while Zhao Shujia was crying sadly, she did not forget to comfort everyone and "kindly" "defended" Jiang Wantang.

"We are all sisters, don't say that. After all, she is a noble concubine, of noble status and favored by His Majesty. She is different from us..."

The more she spoke like this, the more excited and angry the others became. Their faces flushed red as they all started to criticize Jiang Wantang, completely unaware of the subtle change in the atmosphere around them.

Jiang Wantang curled his lips, and the coldness in his eyes grew stronger. Just right, they are all here.

Everyone was talking excitedly when suddenly a long sword broke through the air and landed in front of them with a fierce momentum.

With a clang, the blood-stained sword plunged into the ground. The sharp blade, stained with blood, shone a cold light in the sunlight, frightening the concubines and making them scream...

They stared with wide eyes, trembling, and looked at Jiang Wantang, who was standing at the door in plain clothes, with horror on their faces. Their mouths, which had been talking incessantly just now, seemed to be sewn shut, and they couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The entire hall was filled with dead silence and an awkward atmosphere...

Jiang Wantang had a bright smile on her face. She looked at everyone present with a half-smile and slowly walked over.

In such a strange atmosphere, every step seemed to step heavily on everyone's heart.

Jiang Wantang walked to the long sword, raised her hand gently, grasped the hilt with her slender fingers, and slowly pulled out the sword. The cold light flashed, reflecting her delicate yet cold face.

She raised her head and glanced at everyone one by one. Everyone she looked at lowered their heads, not daring to look her in the eye.

Jiang Wantang smiled and said, "Why don't you continue?"

Her voice was crisp and clear, yet it carried a majesty and oppression that could not be ignored.

After a long while, a concubine who was a little bolder finally spoke tremblingly: "How dare you...how dare you...be so arrogant?"

"Is this arrogant?"

Jiang Wantang curled the corners of his lips, and the faint smile on his lips made people feel cold all over, and his expression was intimidating without being angry.

The concubines in the hall looked at her in panic, and the next moment they heard her solemnly order, "Come here, drag all the servants from Zhaohua Palace away and beat them to death!"

Immediately afterwards, palace servants came in and dragged all the palace maids and eunuchs away.

Their screams, cries, pleas for mercy...intertwined together, echoing above Zhaohua Palace, making the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive and terrifying.

It was not until this moment that the concubines present realized the seriousness of the situation and that Jiang Wantang was serious about it.

Everyone looked terrified and their faces turned pale.

Jiang Wantang walked up to the concubine who had just accused her of being arrogant, sneered at her, and said calmly, "Just now you said I was a vixen, relying on my good looks to be even more dictatorial and domineering than Concubine Qi back then?"

The concubine was so frightened that her legs went limp and she fell to the ground, saying in panic, "Your Highness...Your Highness, there are so many people here, and I'm not the only one who said that. Why are you targeting me alone?"

The concubines present looked at each other, and then they all thought something was wrong, and glared at the concubine who was speaking with eyes full of resentment.

What an idiot, it's just your bad luck!

You have to drag everyone into this!

At that time, in the Xuanzheng Hall, Ji Wuyuan was reviewing memorials.

Wang Fuhai rushed in and shouted, "Oh my, Your Majesty, something bad has happened... Your Majesty... Oh..."