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

The national teacher Jikong stood aside, wearing a black robe with mysterious runes embroidered with silver thread, faintly glowing in the dim light.

He had a gaunt face and deep, indifferent eyes. Hearing Ji Wuwang's words, he sighed slightly and gently twisted the whisk in his hands. The white hair of the whisk was smooth and shiny, swaying gently with his movements.

"I have also said that Your Highness's obsession is too deep, and he is destined to face a great disaster. He might have avoided it by staying in the northern border, but Your Highness has finally returned..."

Ji Wuwang smiled calmly and said nonchalantly, "The Imperial Master has a clear mind and should know that this is not what I am calculating."

The Imperial Master Jikong looked at him in such a paranoid manner and sighed again.

He shook his head, closed his eyes helplessly and started counting with his fingers. His lips moved slightly, he muttered something, and his slender fingers kept moving.

After a long time, the National Master Jikong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a complex expression, including shock, helplessness, and a hint of imperceptible solemnity.

He said: "I have travelled thousands of miles, traversed thousands of miles of the world, searched a thousand times but could not find the old friend. Suddenly I look back and find that the old friend is near, and we will meet again soon."

"Your Highness may be able to achieve what he wishes on this trip, but the price is high."

The four words "reunion is imminent" made Ji Wuwang's eyes tremble, and his mind was uncontrollably excited, and he directly ignored the word "price" that followed.

His eyes flushed red, and he couldn't help but confirm again: "So, I will find her soon, right?"

State Master Jikong looked at Ji Wuwang's excited expression, hesitant to speak. After a long silence, he finally said, "When you meet again, your great calamity will begin..."

"This calamity concerns life and death, the turmoil of your family and country, and everything you hold most dear. I hope Your Highness will make a careful decision."

"Your Majesty, if you turn back now, perhaps it's still not too late."

Ji Wuwang smiled slowly upon hearing this, but the smile was not visible in his eyes. Beneath the surface calmness, he was essentially reckless.

"Oh, turn back?"

His beautiful phoenix eyes were deep and full of paranoia: "From the beginning, I couldn't turn back..."

After saying this, Ji Wuwang turned and strode out of the Buddhist hall, his sleeves rustling in the wind. Outside the temple, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a long, slanting shadow on him...

Imperial Master Jikong gazed at his resolute figure, his face filled with sorrow, and murmured to himself, "I hope you can survive this calamity safely, and not let this world fall into chaos."

At that time, in the imperial palace, in the imperial study.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the secret letter on the imperial desk, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous coldness flashed across his eyes.

The letter said that there were suspected traces of Prince Zhenbei Ji Wuwang found near the capital.

Entering the capital without an imperial edict?

Ji Wuwang is so brave!

Ji Wuyuan pondered secretly in his heart, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table casually, making a rhythmic dull sound.

He still had that cold smile on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Fei Yu, the leader of the secret guards, was kneeling in the main hall, trembling with fear, with sweat already on his back.

Prince Ji Wuwang of Zhenbei commands a large army and guards the northern border. As the king of the northern border, his prestige and power should not be underestimated.

As soon as the Nanyue Kingdom entered the capital, traces of Ji Wuwang appeared near the capital. It was such a coincidence that it was hard not to suspect that there was some collusion between the two.

After a long while, Ji Wuyuan spoke, "Pass on my order to secretly strengthen the security of the capital and send people to keep a close eye on Ji Wuwang. Before we find out his specific whereabouts and purpose of returning to the capital, we must not alert him."

"Yes!" Feiyu took the order and retreated.

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan got up and went to Changle Palace to have dinner with Jiang Wantang.

At this time, Ji Wuwang, Uncle She and his two deputy generals Shi Feng and Shi Lin were walking on the prosperous and bustling streets of the capital.

Deputy General Shi Feng was dazzled by the sight and said with a smile, "Your Highness, we haven't been to Kyoto for several years. It seems to be more lively than before."

Ji Wuwang saw all of this. It was true that Ji Wuyuan was a tyrant as rumored by the outside world, but he was indeed a resourceful emperor who weakened his foreign relatives and firmly held the political power in his own hands.

He opened his mouth and said calmly, "The Qi family has been executed, the court is clear, and the Empress Dowager Qi, who has been in charge of the harem for many years, has also passed away. The former court and the harem are all under control. This royal brother of mine is indeed impressive."

Uncle Snake on the side said dissatisfiedly: "If you had sat in that position, you would definitely be no worse than him now."

Ji Wuwang smiled helplessly: "Uncle Snake, I have no intention of that position. If that's the case, don't say it anymore."

"Life is short. I only wish to be a leisurely prince, traveling around the world with my beloved, seeing the magnificent scenery of the north and enjoying the misty beauty of the south. Isn't that wonderful?"

Uncle Snake sighed and stopped talking.

Isn't this vast land before my eyes more powerful than a woman?!

Seeing this, Shi Feng secretly leaned over to Shi Lin's ear and whispered, "Our prince seems to be in a very good mood today?"

Shi Lin thought to himself, that's right, ever since I came out of Foguang Temple, the corners of my mouth haven't dropped...

Shi Feng added, "Hasn't the people down there passed on the news yet? Isn't it too early for His Majesty to be happy?"

After all, they had witnessed him over the years having his hopes dashed time and time again, leaving him dejected and heartbroken.

Several people were walking onto an arched wooden bridge. When they reached the end of the bridge, they heard a quarrel from a painting stall on the street, which attracted Ji Wuwang's attention.

The stall owners were a middle-aged couple. The quarrel started when a woman was passing by with her child. The child mischievously stained the painting in front of the stall with ink, so the stall owner's wife started quarreling with the woman.

The middle-aged man who was painting was wiping the painting in his hand with his sleeve with a look of heartache.

As Ji Wuwang approached, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the woman in the pink dress in the painting. She had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes and a red teardrop mole at the corner of her eye...

His pupils suddenly trembled, and he walked over quickly and snatched the painting from the middle-aged man's hand. His hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Ji Wuwang stared at the incomplete painting in his hand without blinking, and as he looked at it, a clear scarlet color spread from his eyes...

The face of the woman in the painting gradually overlapped with the figure he had thought about countless times day and night in his mind.

It’s Atang! His Atang!

It was Ah Tang whom he had been searching for for many years...

Ji Wuwang had imagined countless times what she would look like when she grew up, but never had it been more vivid than in the painting now.

It turns out that the little girl who followed him and called him brother has really grown up...

She was beautiful in the painting, even more beautiful than he had imagined.