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

The next day, after Ji Wuyuan went to the morning court, Jiang Wantang also got up to dress up. Zhao Shujia, Lin Ruoyun and the stewards of each palace were waiting in Changle Palace early and reported to her all the major and minor matters in the harem over the past two months.

After yesterday's lesson, everyone in the palace began to fear the Imperial Concubine and no longer dared to act rashly.

For several days, Ji Wuyuan was busy with state affairs, while Jiang Wantang was cleaning the harem. The palace looked peaceful and harmonious.

At this time, the envoys from the Nanyue Kingdom also entered the imperial city.

Inside the carriage, Nangong Liuli lifted the curtain and looked at the bustling streets, teahouses, taverns, pavilions and towers that were familiar yet unfamiliar...her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

After two years, she finally set foot on this native land again.

The shops on the street are full of goods, people are coming and going, and the shouts are heard one after another. It is a very lively scene.

However, her gaze passed through the clamor and fell on the distant direction, where a large area once belonged to the Nangong family and her home...

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and everything that happened seemed like yesterday.

When she looked back, she no longer had a home...

Nangong Liuli was lost in thought when a pair of strong arms came from behind and rubbed her waist, with their big hands caressing her slender waist neither lightly nor heavily.

"Xiao Li'er, what are you looking at? Why are you so engrossed?"

Baili Yufeng, the eldest prince of Nanyue Kingdom, stared at Nangong Liuli with an evil smile and an extremely ambiguous tone.

Nangong Liuli was dressed in gorgeous Nanyue Kingdom costumes. Her dress was decorated with delicate embroidery and inlaid with luxurious gems. It sparkled in the sunlight, complementing her cold and noble temperament.

Her long, shiny black hair fell like a waterfall, and she wore a crown on her head that was equally luxurious and adorned with gems. Her face was as white as snow, her eyebrows were as dark as distant black, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were charming and bright, but there was a hint of hatred hidden in her eyes that was difficult to detect.

Nangong Liuli came back to her senses, turned around and gave Baili Yufeng a charming smile, her voice soft and gentle: "I didn't see anything, just took a look."

Baili Yufeng was easily distracted by her smile, and his mind became wandering immediately. He couldn't help but increase the strength of the rubbing in his hands.

Nangong Liuli felt pain, but still had a smile on her face.

Baili Yufeng looked at her with a smile and praised her sincerely, "Xiao Li'er is so beautiful. I have never seen a woman whose beauty can rival yours."

"If it weren't for this important mission, I would really be reluctant to send you to the emperor of the Great Sheng Dynasty."

Nangong Liuli lowered her head shyly, her face flushed, but her eyes were cold.

The group from Nanyue Kingdom stayed at the inn, waiting to go to the palace for a banquet tomorrow.

The one sent to receive them was Xie Zhiyan.

In order to retain some of the mystery of the saint, the Nanyue Kingdom prepared a veil to cover Nangong Liuli's face, but Xie Zhiyan didn't care.

He arranged for the Nanyue Kingdom's group to stay in the inn, and then asked someone to take the eldest prince Baili Yufeng and the second prince Baili Yuyan and their group around the capital.

Nangong Liuli did not go on the pretext of needing to rest.

But after everyone from Nanyue Kingdom left, she called out to Xie Zhiyan who was about to go back to report.

"Brother Yan..."

Xie Zhiyan frowned almost subconsciously.

Seeing that Xie Zhiyan didn't respond, Nangong Liuli lifted the veil and called out again: "Brother Ayan..."

"Don't you remember me?"

Her voice trembled a little, and a hint of red suddenly appeared at the corners of her eyes.

"It's you." Xie Zhiyan frowned and said indifferently, "Are you the Saint of Nanyue Country?"

Nangong Liuli nodded and said with difficulty: "Brother Ayan, this is a long story... I..."

She seemed to be hesitant to speak, looking extremely embarrassed and unable to express herself.

Xie Zhiyan's expression was unmoved, his face dignified and cold. "Since you're here, stay here. I have something important to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."

When he reached the door, he paused and added, "That 'brother' was just a name we used in childhood. It's not quite appropriate to call him that now."

After saying that, Xie Zhiyan walked out directly.

Embarrassment flashed across Nangong Liuli's face. She clenched her teeth and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes.

She didn't expect that Lian Xie Zhiyan was so heartless and didn't care at all about the friendship they had when they studied together in the palace as children.

The eldest prince, Baili Yufeng, has always been a playboy. This rare trip to the capital, full of novelty, he wandered into a brothel...

When Baili Yuyan saw Baili Yufeng going to the brothel, he returned to the inn to find Nangong Liuli.

Baili Yuyan said directly: "This Xie Zhiyan looks difficult to deal with."

Nangong Liuli smiled and said, "Although he is Ji Wuyuan's right-hand man, he is too cunning. It will not be easy to take action against him."

Baili Yuyan narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a half-smile: "I heard that the Imperial Concubine Dasheng is extremely beautiful and the most favored in the harem. Ji Wuyuan only favors her..."

"It seems that Xiao Linu will have a rival."

Nangong Liuli didn't take it seriously. She had corresponded with Zhao Shujia on the way here, and it was said that Zhao Shujia looked somewhat similar to her.

It's just a substitute for her.

It's just because of her, how stunning can it be?

Can anyone compare to her, the real owner?

Nangong Liuli said indifferently: "I am a person carefully trained by Your Highness, and I will not let Your Highness down."

Baili Yuyan lifted her chin with his hand and said with satisfaction, "That's right. Apart from anything else, no one can rival Xiao Linu's face."

"Tomorrow, little Linu must behave well..."

After seeing Baili Yuyan off, Nangong Liuli breathed a sigh of relief.

What she was worried about right now was not tomorrow, but the fact that she had sent the letter for so long but had not received a reply from Ji Wuwang.

I don’t know if he has returned to Beijing?

She has no roots in the capital now, and it would be difficult to deal with Ji Wuyuan without a capable helper.

At that time, inside Foguang Temple.

Ji Wuwang knelt in front of the Buddha with his hands clasped together, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly.

He never believed these things before.

Ji Wuwang knelt there, his posture upright and resolute, his temperament cold and otherworldly. Wearing a moon-white robe in front of this solemn and majestic Buddha statue, he looked like a banished immortal who was not tainted by the dust of the world.

Imperial Master Jikong walked up behind him, bowed respectfully, and said softly, "It's been a long time since we last met. Your Highness, how are you?"

Ji Wuwang slowly opened his eyes, stood up, looked at him and said, "Master, when I left, you once read my fortune."

"You said that everything in this world has its destiny and cannot be forced."

"Now, tell me another fortune..."