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

When Nangong Liuli was on the run, she ended up in the Nanyue Kingdom.

In order to survive, she had no choice but to give herself to Baili Yuyan, and later Baili Yuyan took the opportunity to send her to Baili Yufeng.

But she couldn't stand the nausea and disgust she felt after each time she had sex with them. It was so disgusting that she wanted to vomit. It was too dirty, really too dirty...

Nangong Liuli seemed to feel no pain. She scrubbed every inch of her skin vigorously, her eyes full of hatred.

What keeps her going along the way is this hatred in her heart.

As Nangong Liuli was washing, she suddenly laughed, her eyes were red and angry, and drops of tears fell into the bathtub, creating ripples.

More than two years ago, she witnessed with her own eyes the scene of hundreds of people from the nine Nangong clans being beheaded in front of the Meridian Gate, with blood flowing like a river.

From then on, whenever she closed her eyes in the dead of night, the bloody and cruel scene would constantly appear in her mind...

It's heart-wrenching and the pain is indescribable.

Nangong Liuli gritted her teeth and murmured, "Ji Wuyuan, you destroyed everything I had. I, Nangong Liuli, swear that I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood for the rest of my life!"

Now, she has no power and influence, Baili Yufeng and Baili Yuyan are completely unreliable, and the small Nanyue Kingdom is not strong enough to fight against Ji Wuyuan.

The only one who can compete with him is the Prince of Zhenbei, Ji Wuwang.

Since we can't start with Ji Wuyuan, we can only place our hopes on Ji Wuwang...

At that time, outside the city, the moonlight was cold, struggling to penetrate the layers of clouds and mist, casting a few strands of silvery light.

Ji Wuwang was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, standing tall and graceful in the cold courtyard, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

He held two pieces of letter paper in his hands, which were covered with dense handwriting. They were the findings of his subordinates on Jiang Wantang's life experience and experiences over the past decade.

At the age of six, she left home in the winter and was sent to a farm in the mountains. Six months ago, she was brought back and entered the palace as the eldest daughter of the Jiang family to participate in the selection...

Among them, the ten years of being sent to the countryside were summarized in just a few sentences.

Ji Wuwang's gaze fell on the words 'six years old' and 'Prime Minister's Mansion', and he paused. When Atang was six years old, it was exactly ten years ago.

And he happened to have been to the Prime Minister's Mansion ten years ago...

One spring day that year, he happened to go to the prime minister's residence for a banquet. Bored, he dozed off under a peach tree. He saw a thin little girl with a dirty face and body being pressed to the ground and forced to kneel by a servant. At that time, he just thought it was a little maid in the mansion who was punished.

Seeing the little girl staring eagerly at the sweet-scented osmanthus candies in the servants' hands, he took a few and jumped down from the tree, landing in front of her...

Then, those memories that were already long gone and even forgotten gradually came to my mind.

They had already met...

Not six years ago, but ten years ago.

The more he looked down, the darker Ji Wuwang's eyes became, like a deep ancient well, surging with intense pity and reluctance.

His hands clenched unconsciously, and the paper was wrinkled.

Ji Wuwang was full of regret, regretting that he had not taken her away earlier and stopped her from suffering.

The wind in the middle of the night seemed to be even colder, blowing through his clothes, but it couldn't blow away the gloom and determination in his eyes.

Ten years ago, I missed...

Six years ago, I missed...

This time, regardless of everything, no matter the cost, he will take her away!

Ji Wuyuan is cold-blooded and cruel, and is not worthy of his Atang.

Besides, his Atang is a bird soaring freely in the sky, and is definitely not a bird in a cage trapped in the palace, competing with others for jealousy.

......

The next day, at the first light of dawn, golden light poured down on the towering palace walls, making the vermilion palace tiles sparkle, as if covering the entire palace with a layer of luxurious golden brocade.

The palace was bustling with activity, with eunuchs and palace maids hurrying along, making careful preparations for the welcoming banquet for Prince Zhenbei today.

When Jiang Wantang woke up on the dragon couch in Taiji Palace, Ji Wuyuan had already gone to attend the morning court.

After she stood up, a row of palace maids came in one after another, and she washed and put on makeup.

Through the bronze mirror, Jiang Wantang saw several red marks on her fair neck, like red plum blossoms blooming in an orderly manner on her snow-white skin.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously reached out and touched the marks.

As Jiang Wantang caressed the skin with her fingertips, she felt it getting a little warm...

The burning sensation spread from the skin all the way to the heart, causing two crimson clouds to appear on the cheeks.

The person in the mirror has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, as if filled with a pool of spring water...

Jiang Wantang bit her lower lip shyly, and her ears instantly felt hot when she thought of the intimate scene in the hot spring pool last night.

The red mark on the neck was left by Ji Wuyuan’s kiss in the bathtub last night, which he called reciprocity.

Jiang Wantang was in the wrong, so it was difficult for him to get angry.

But she didn't expect that the marks would be so obvious after one night.

Jiang Wantang cursed inwardly and picked out a dress with a higher collar from the gorgeous clothes brought by the palace maids, trying to cover it up.

Before noon, Ji Wuyuan came over in person to invite Jiang Wantang to the banquet.

Jiang Wantang looked up and saw the clear bite marks on his neck. She didn't expect that he didn't even try to cover them and went to the morning court like this.

Ji Wuyuan saw her staring at his neck, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Does it look good?"

"A sign of love..."

He intended to tease her, so he deliberately pronounced the last few words very deeply, fearing that Jiang Wantang would not be able to hear it.

Jiang Wantang gritted her teeth, pushed him away, and walked quickly towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony where the banquet was held.

Ji Wuyuan followed with a smile. Before entering the banquet, he held her hand, interlocked their fingers, and entered the hall together.

The hall was already full, and the ministers all stood up, bowed, and shouted, "Long live His Majesty!"

The sound waves rose and fell, making the caisson on the ceiling of the hall rustle.

Ji Wuyuan, sitting high on the dragon throne, nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal everyone to stand. His face remained as indifferent as ever: "The King of Zhenbei has traveled to the northern border to protect the country. Today, I have specially held this banquet to welcome my brother."

Upon hearing this, everyone raised their glasses to welcome Prince Ji Wuwang of Zhenbei back to the capital.

However, the moment Ji Wuyuan entered the hall, Ji Wuwang noticed the bite mark on his neck, and his eyes instantly darkened.

The traces were too obvious, not only him, but many people present noticed it, including Xie Zhiyan, Nangong Liuli, Baili Yufeng, Baili Yuyan and others.

Ever since Ji Wuyuan entered the palace, Ji Wuwang's gaze had been fixed on the bite mark on his neck, and his deep eyes gradually became tinged with a gloomy dark color.

Accompanied by a slight cracking sound, Ji Wuwang lowered his head indifferently.

Beneath his snow-white, wide-sleeved robe, the sturdy cup finally shattered under the weight. His palms dripped with blood, a rich, intense color that couldn't compare to the raging anger and pain in his heart...