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

Everyone around was shocked by Ji Wuwang's sudden action. The middle-aged painter who owned the stall was stunned at first, and then reacted. He saw that Ji Wuwang's appearance and demeanor were rare in the world, and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

He didn't rush forward to ask for it.

But the painter's wife was furious when she saw this and went forward to grab the painting: "How can you steal something so openly? This painting is ours..."

As she spoke, she reached out to take back the painting, but when her hand was halfway out, she met Ji Wuwang's cold and warning eyes, and she drew it back awkwardly.

But he kept shouting: "This painting is ours..."

It was as if he was afraid that Ji Wuwang would snatch it away.

Ji Wuwang seemed not to hear. His entire attention was focused on the painting, his eyes fixed on the face of the woman in the painting without blinking, as if he wanted to see her true appearance through the paper, to see her standing in front of him with a sweet smile.

Even his breathing became rapid, and his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Ji Wuwang's eyes turned red and trembled.

It's been six years, Atang...

I'm finally almost finding you.

Warmth gradually grew in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were a deep, bright red...

Shi Feng hurriedly caught up with them. Shi Lin and She Shu thought that he had suddenly encountered something urgent, but when they saw the portrait in his hand clearly, what was there that they didn't understand?

A pair of peach blossom eyes, with a red teardrop mole at the end of the right eye...

This is the most obvious feature when they are looking for people over the years.

However, the woman in this portrait is countless times more beautiful than the one painted by their prince himself.

They couldn't find many paintings by their prince even if they searched everywhere, let alone such a stunning woman as the one in the painting before them, who was probably rare in the world.

No wonder their prince has been thinking about it for so many years.

However, why does it look like there's another person in this painting, and it's a man...

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes, as if something was wrong.

Seeing this, the middle-aged painter quickly pulled his wife behind him and said cautiously, "Sir, this painting... is indeed ours. Take a look..."

Ji Wuwang was still immersed in his own thoughts, as if he didn't hear anything.

It wasn't until Uncle Snake behind him patted his shoulder that Ji Wuwang came back to his senses.

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that there was a person standing beside Atang. From the damaged portrait, it was not difficult to tell that it was a man.

The meaning of men and women appearing in the same painting is self-evident.

Ji Wuwang took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart. He forced his voice to sound steady. He turned to look at the painter and asked anxiously, "Have you seen the woman in this portrait?"

"Do you know where she is now?"

The man had superior eyebrows and eyes, an expression that was intimidating without being angry, and an imposing aura. The emotions hidden in his eyes were indescribably complex.

The middle-aged painter was frightened by his gaze and said nervously: "I have seen... I have seen..."

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, and he didn't dare to look at Ji Wuwang for too long.

"Just over two months ago, I was setting up a stall here at night and met this girl."

"At that time, people were coming and going on the bridge, and her lover held her in his arms. As they walked down the bridge, they were both strikingly beautiful, like a couple from heaven."

"My wife saw that they were a perfect match, so she called them over to paint. They painted two paintings in total, but this one was left behind when they left."

"As for where they are now, I don't know..."

The further he spoke, the lower his voice became, but the coldness around him grew stronger.

With every extra word he said, Ji Wuwang's expression became uglier.

He seemed to be calming himself down. The painter saw the veins on his forehead, which he was trying to suppress, but still bulged one by one...

Seeing this, the man didn't dare to say anything more.

Shi Feng, Shi Lin and Uncle She behind him were also stunned.

There was only one thought in their minds: It's over...

"My dear..." Ji Wuwang repeated these two words softly. Then, the crimson in the corner of his eye, which had just faded, gradually deepened to a terrifying crimson. "Do they... look... well-matched?"

The painter nodded, not understanding what was going on.

His wife added: "It's more than a perfect match, it's a match made in heaven."

"That man's appearance and demeanor are both extraordinary. He's obviously the son of a wealthy family."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuwang cast a cold gaze at the grimy man in the painting. His once handsome face had become cruel and vicious, like a banished immortal who had fallen into demonic power...

"Oh, is it so?"

He smiled, a smile that was indescribably cold: "I want this portrait."

After saying that, without waiting for the couple's reaction, he took out two gold bars, placed them on the stall, took the painting and turned around and strode away.

Seeing this, the three people behind him widened their pupils and hurriedly followed.

When they reached a deserted alley, a group of men in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere, knelt on one knee and said, "Subordinates pay their respects to the Lord."

Ji Wuwang took out the portrait in his hand and said coldly, "You have one day to find the woman in this portrait, even if you have to search the entire imperial city."

Seeing this, Uncle Snake rushed forward to stop him. He said in a deep voice, "Are you crazy?"

"If we start a war like this, Ji Wuyuan will know about it immediately."

Ji Wuwang gritted his teeth as he spoke each word, his eyes bloodshot and a cold and hostile aura floating in his eyes: "So what if he knows? Am I afraid of him?"

Uncle Snake was startled, then angrily said, "Can you calm down a little?"

Ji Wuwang's chest heaved violently, like an enraged beast that could break free from the shackles of reason at any time and bite its prey madly.

"Oh, calm down?"

"How can you expect me to calm down?!"

"Now, whenever I think of her being with another man, I want to tear that man into pieces!"

The image of her standing with another man kept appearing in Ji Wuwang's mind. Even if it was just an imagination, it was enough to make him jealous. The bone-eating anger and jealousy almost devoured him.

"Pass the order and spread the news that the king will return to the capital soon."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves suddenly, and the sleeves made a rustling sound in the air.

Shi Feng and Shi Lin's pupils shrank sharply, and they hurried forward to dissuade him, "Your Highness! No!"