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

Jiang Wantang hurriedly walked towards the palace entrance, but Ji Wuwang grabbed her arm.

She turned around and glared at Ji Wuwang, her tone as cold as ice: "Let go!"

The latter gripped her even tighter. Jiang Wantang tried to break free but couldn't.

At this time, Ji Wuyuan's footsteps had stopped at the door of the palace, and a questioning voice came: "Tang'er, are you still in there?"

Jiang Wantang's pupils widened, and his voice gradually became lower and colder: "Is the King of Zhenbei determined to ruin my reputation today?"

Hearing this, Ji Wuwang's red eyes instantly turned a little sad, and he said softly: "Atang, you are still too naive."

"Do you think the Kung Fu I taught you is some common sword style?"

"Do you think my royal brother really knows nothing?"

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment. Ji Wuwang reached out and caressed the stunning face he had been thinking about day and night, and continued, "When you were competing with Nangong Liuli, he had already discovered..."

Jiang Wantang suddenly remembered what Ji Wuyuan had asked her not long ago, and her heart sank.

He knew...

She lied to him.

He knows everything!

Ji Wuwang looked at the complex emotions in her eyes, his gaze darkened, but soon subsided.

He said, "Atang, come with me, okay?"

"What he can give you, I can give you too."

"What he can't give, I also have. If he doesn't have it, I will grab it..."

Jiang Wantang was still in shock. She looked up at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

Is this still the same young man in white, Xiaoqi, who was surrounded by the breeze, bright moon, and beautiful trees?

Why did the white moonlight in her heart suddenly turn dark?

Jiang Wantang's breath hitched slightly, and each word was stiff: "You..."

Ji Wuwang looked at the light red marks on her fair neck, and the evil thought suddenly took root and spread wildly.

Soon, Ji Wuyuan knocked on the door again, very impatient: "Tang'er!"

Immediately afterwards, a "bang" sound was heard.

At the same time, Ji Wuwang raised his hand, grabbed the back of Jiang Wantang's head, and leaned over to kiss her.

Jiang Wantang's mind went blank for a moment, and she only heard his last soft words: "I'm sorry..."

It happened so fast that she didn't even have time to react.

With a loud "bang", the palace door was kicked open by Ji Wuyuan from the outside, and what came into view was the scene of Ji Wuwang hugging Jiang Wantang and kissing her.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his deep eyes were a terrifying scarlet. At this moment, he looked less like a human and more like a wild beast out of control.

"What are you doing?!"

Jiang Wantang also reacted quickly and pushed Ji Wuwang away with force.

She looked at the furious Ji Wuyuan and said in panic: "A Yuan, I..."

Jiang Wantang wanted to explain anxiously, but found that he could not say anything.

There was a layer of cold tears in Ji Wuyuan's eyes, and almost instantly he swung out a palm to hit Ji Wuwang. With his strong internal strength, an invisible murderous aura spread in the air, and the whole palace was trembling.

Ji Wuwang's eyes flashed, he tapped the ground lightly, and his snow-white clothes flipped up, quickly dodging the fatal blow.

He looked at Ji Wuyuan, and a clear hint of scarlet spread in his eyes.

But he clenched his fists and said in a calm voice that was frightening: "As you can see, I was kissing her, and I did it on purpose!"

"If you're angry, come at me."

After saying that, Ji Wuwang smiled at Ji Wuyuan fearlessly, full of provocation.

No man could endure such humiliation, witnessing his own brother kissing his beloved woman.

Ji Wuyuan's eyebrows were cold and violent, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura of oppression was like a violent storm, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Ji Wuwang was not afraid at all. He suddenly opened his clenched fingers, and his powerful internal force gathered in his palms. He exerted pressure, like a fierce ghost from the Shura Field. His eyes were cold and murderous, and bloodthirsty.

Two men with the same terrifying aura, one wearing a black and gold dragon robe, noble and unparalleled, the other wearing a snow-white robe, spotless.

The atmosphere between the two was tense and deadlocked for a moment.

But because Jiang Wantang was in the hall, they restrained themselves a little and did not fight immediately.

Xie Zhiyan stood at a distance outside the hall, watching the current situation with a frown on his face. His pupils were as dark as ink, as calm as an ancient well.

He had come here with Ji Wuyuan, so he also saw the scene after the palace door was kicked open...

Unlike Ji Wuyuan's rage, he was more distressed and worried.

Inside the palace, Ji Wuwang raised the corners of his lips slightly, looking at Ji Wuyuan with a half-smile, and his low, cold voice sounded faintly: "The throne, the military power, I don't want these, I only want her!"

Ji Wuyuan sneered, and the blood-red evil demon in his eyes slowly emerged: "Don't even think about it!"

"She is a lonely woman, and she will always be a lonely woman in this life!"

"Your woman?!" Ji Wuwang repeated these words coldly, his voice deep and slow, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with strong murderous intent and anger.

As he spoke, he sneered, his tone suddenly fierce: "Heh... When I met her, you didn't know what to do?"

"I was the first one to meet her, and I was also the first one to commit my life to her!"

"I taught her kung fu myself, and I also imparted her knowledge bit by bit..."

"Why should you get to this delicate flower that I have carefully nurtured with my own hands?"

Ji Wuwang's eyes were paranoid and crazy, full of cruelty and ruthlessness, and his sarcasm was obvious: "To be honest, it was you who stole my woman!"

Ji Wuyuan's back was tense, his fingers were clenched tightly, and his dark eyes contained a violent aura that wanted to destroy the world.

He laughed coldly: "How ridiculous! The whole world is lonely, and so is she."

Ji Wuyuan looked at Ji Wuwang with bloodthirsty eyes and said word by word: "The throne, military power, and her, I want them all!"

As soon as the words fell, two powerful murderous intentions spread out instantly. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this powerful aura, forming a series of vortexes visible to the naked eye.

The ground of the palace began to crack under the impact of their internal force, and small stones were blown up, only to be crushed into powder by an invisible force along the way.

Ji Wuyuan leaped out first, followed closely by Ji Wuwang.

In the Imperial Garden.

Ji Wuyuan's black and gold dragon robe rustled under the powerful aura, while Ji Wuwang's snow-white robe fluttered...

Each of them held a long sword in his hand, the sword body flashing with cold light, and the murderous intent was sharp and terrifying, as if it were real.

Ji Wuyuan took the lead. His figure was as fast as lightning. He took a step forward, and the stone bricks under his feet instantly cracked...