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

Jiang Wantang looked at Ji Wuyuan, who had a cold face and gloomy emotions, and inexplicably felt a little guilty.

But when she approached, the latter had already suppressed his emotions completely.

Jiang Wantang walked forward and opened her red lips. Just as she was about to say something, Ji Wuyuan reached out and pulled her into his arms, his arms tightly clasping her slender waist.

Everyone present was watching. Jiang Wantang reacted and struggled to get up, but when she raised her eyes, she met Ji Wuyuan's dark and deep pupils.

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and expressionless.

Jiang Wantang struggled, and then heard him say, "Don't move..."

"Tang'er, be good."

With just this sentence, Jiang Wantang really stopped moving.

She knew that he was angry, and very angry.

Ji Wuyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, his expression softening a bit. He raised his hand to wipe the dust off Jiang Wantang's face and asked gently, "Are you injured anywhere? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Wantang shook his head and said, "No."

"Ayuan, are you angry?"

Ji Wuyuan said calmly: "No."

Then he looked her up and down, making sure she was not injured, and then let her go.

Jiang Wantang quickly stood up and sat in his seat.

Everyone present saw all of this and couldn't help but marvel at how much His Majesty doted on this Imperial Concubine.

Ji Wuwang only took one look, his eyes extremely gloomy, and directly broke the imperial chopsticks on the table.

Then, with a cold face, he stood up and left the table.

When Nangong Liuli saw him leave, she followed him.

Xie Zhiyan looked at the two figures leaving one after the other, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were dark and cold.

After the exciting competition in the first two rounds, many people in the audience were still excited and wanted to compete more. They invited each other to come on stage in groups of three or two to have a fight.

The dandy young man Zhao Yi waved the folding fan in his hand and walked slowly towards the emperor.

He looked at Jiang Wantang and smiled, his lips curled up, his tone very lazy and easygoing: "Your Highness's martial arts skills are really eye-opening. I wonder who your master is?"

Jiang Wantang hid her thoughts and subconsciously said, "Prince Zhao, you're too kind. I just practiced with my brother when I was young, so I've only learned a few basic skills."

Zhao Yi was stunned...

The fanning action stopped.

As far as he knew, Jiang Huaizhou didn't know that his sister was good at martial arts.

Besides, with Jiang Huaizhou's limited skills, how could he have trained such a powerful sister?!

At this moment, Ji Wuyuan, who was peeling an orange for Jiang Wantang, paused slightly, and the tender, plump orange segments shattered in his hands...

Ji Wuyuan calmly put the cracked orange aside, wiped his hands with a handkerchief as if nothing had happened, and took another orange from the plate and began to peel it.

Zhao Yi, who was standing there stupidly, thought to himself that maybe the other person was just not familiar with him and was just saying it casually.

So, he quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "I understand... I understand. Your Majesty is truly too modest!"

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself again. I am not only the Prince of Zhao, but also your Majesty's cousin. From now on, you can call me Zhao Yi."

The way he spoke was very familiar.

Jiang Wantang was amused by him and said in agreement, "Zhao Yi."

Zhao Yi quickly said "hmm" and smiled broadly, a very flattering smile.

Are you kidding? How can I not be flattering?

This woman is a martial arts expert who can make both her cousin and Xie Zhiyan bow down to her. Her future is limitless!

Shouldn't he hold her thighs in advance?

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes impatiently, gave him a cold look with his phoenix eyes, and said with a smile: "Have you been too idle recently?"

Zhao Yi quickly covered his face with a fan, leaving only his eyes exposed, and said, "Busy! I'm so busy! Busy as a top."

Ji Wuyuan sneered but didn't speak.

Zhao Yi immediately said wisely: "I'll get out of here!"

After saying that, he ran away as if escaping.

Ji Wuyuan placed the peeled oranges on the small plate in front of Jiang Wantang, staring at her intently, and said, "Tang'er, do you know the King of Zhenbei?"

Jiang Wantang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and countless thoughts were already racing through his mind.

She hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be calm and said, "I don't know him."

"Your Majesty, why do you ask this? Should I know him?"

Ji Wuyuan saw through it but didn't say anything. Looking at her evasive eyes, his deep eyes were tinged with a hint of sadness.

He curled his lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Nothing, just asking casually."

After saying this, he turned his head and raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the imperial desk.

He didn't look abnormal, but Jiang Wantang felt something was wrong.

As for what was wrong, she couldn't tell.

Jiang Wantang looked at the cleanly peeled oranges on the plate and smiled, feeling that it was in line with his usual obsession with cleanliness.

She lowered her eyes and suddenly remembered that the hem of her skirt was torn and dirty.

So Jiang Wantang said, "Your Majesty, I will go downstairs and change into clean clothes first."

Ji Wuyuan held the teacup tightly in his hand, looked at her without blinking, and said, "Okay, come back soon."

Jiang Wantang said "hmm" and stood up to leave, but at the moment of leaving, he felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

At that time, in the Imperial Garden, next to a secluded pavilion.

Ji Wuwang, dressed in a snow-white robe, stood there with his hands behind his back and said in a cold voice, "Come out?"

There was silence all around, except for the slight rustling of flowers in the breeze.

A moment later, a graceful red figure walked out from under the big tree behind Ji Wuwang.

The woman in red slowly approached, looking at the familiar tall figure in front of her, her red lips parted slightly, her voice deliberately gentle: "Brother Awang..."

Ji Wuwang frowned subconsciously, turned around, and looked at Nangong Liuli in front of him with cold eyes.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. I have something else to do."

When they met an old friend again, the man's cold attitude made Nangong Liuli feel heartbroken.

She took a deep breath and said, "Before returning to Beijing, I sent you a letter..."

"Brother Awang, the Imperial Master once asserted that you have the destiny to be an emperor. Are you really willing to spend the rest of your life in that bitter cold land of the northern border, and give up this vast territory to others?"

Ji Wuwang looked at her, smiled, and said nothing.

Nangong Liuli felt that there was hope, and hurriedly continued, "I now have the Nanyue Kingdom behind me. Let's join forces to pull that dog tyrant off the throne, and you will become the emperor, okay?"

Ji Wuwang stood opposite her, glanced at her indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "We... join forces?"

Nangong Liuli nodded vigorously and said, "Well, Brother Awang, you are the only choice to be the emperor of this country."

"If we join forces, we will definitely be able to kill that dog tyrant and rid the people of this evil!"

Ji Wuwang chuckled when he heard this: "What a pity..."