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

Ji Wuwang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised the long sword in his hand. With the concentration of internal force, the long sword instantly emitted a dazzling white light.

"She was supposed to be my wife..."

Ji Wuwang gritted his teeth as he finished speaking. The red in his eyes gradually deepened, becoming a terrifying scarlet. His eyes were mad and paranoid, almost devoid of human emotion. Instead, they were cold, gloomy, and full of hostility...

When he looked at Ji Wuyuan, his originally elegant and handsome face turned even more cruel: "If you want my life, then test whether you can still sit firmly on the throne?"

Ji Wuyuan sneered and said sarcastically, "Are you talking about the hundreds of thousands of Red Flame Army you have in the northern border?"

"You may not know yet, but the imperial order you sent has been intercepted by my people halfway..."

He curled his lips, a cold and bloodthirsty smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that just because you suddenly appeared in the Imperial City, I won't be on guard against you at all?"

"Now I am the knife and you are the fish."

"You are all alone, what can you use to compete with me for people?"

"So what?" Ji Wuwang smiled nonchalantly, his whole body emitting a strong sense of hostility: "My people, I will naturally fight to get them back."

"Rather than watching her be with someone else, I might as well just die."

Ji Wuyuan's face was dark, and he sneered at him, murderous intent swirling in his dark pupils: "Then I will grant your wish and let you die cleanly!"

"Heh..." Ji Wuwang sneered disdainfully, his joints creaking as he spoke harshly, "Alright, then bring your horses over!"

After that, the two men raised their swords again, ready for a fierce battle.

Jiang Wantang couldn't hold back any longer and was about to walk over.

Xie Zhiyan raised his hand to stop her and warned her in a deep voice, "If you get involved, one of them will die today."

"Have you thought clearly... which one to choose?"

Jiang Wantang's heart twitched.

She understood this better than anyone else, but if they continued to fight like this, both sides would suffer losses and the outcome would not be changed.

No matter who dies, it will inevitably shock the government and the opposition and cause unrest in all parties.

Jiang Wantang didn't want to watch the brothers killing each other, especially because of him.

She nodded and said softly, "Well, I've thought it through."

Xie Zhiyan said nothing and slowly put down his hand.

The moment Jiang Wantang left, the corners of his eyes instantly turned red, and the pity in his eyes almost overflowed...

Her calmness made him feel even more distressed, so distressed that it felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.

Choose one...

What a cruel and difficult decision.

Ji Wuyuan and Ji Wuwang confronted each other silently, and the situation was tense and ready to break out.

The two men's sharp gazes were like real blades clashing in the air, and the air around them was filled with a murderous aura.

Just as they raised their swords and were about to start fighting, Jiang Wantang came like a gust of wind and landed lightly between the two of them. She was dressed in a bright pink dress, becoming the only color between the two black and white figures.

Ji Wuyuan and Ji Wuwang both put down their swords and stared at her without blinking, their eyes filled with nervousness, anxiety and uneasiness.

Or perhaps, waiting for her reaction and decision.

The two equally powerful men were determined to win when facing each other, but when they saw Jiang Wantang, they were equally nervous and at a loss.

Especially Ji Wuyuan, he was not sure whether Jiang Wantang would choose to stand with him.

But what if she... chose Ji Wuwang and stood against him, what would he do?

Kill her?

Impossible, he couldn't bear to do that.

I couldn't bear to attack her.

He thought he might really lose control and lock her up.

But he didn't want to go that far with her.

So, Ji Wuyuan spoke first and said, "Tang'er, come here."

Jiang Wantang didn't move, but looked at Ji Wuwang on the other side with complicated eyes.

After not seeing each other for six years, the man in front of her was the same young man in white clothes who was as gentle as jade and in the breeze and bright moonlight in her memory.

He is still himself, but he shouldn't be like this.

Ji Wuwang looked at her and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He lowered his eyebrows, looked deeply at Jiang Wantang, and called out in a gentle voice: "Atang..."

A simple call seems to contain thousands of unspeakable words.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I have a way to get you out."

"Come with me, okay?"

"Atang, I don't want to lose you again..."

Jiang Wantang froze and clenched his hands unconsciously.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuyuan's brows darkened, and he clenched the sword in his hand, with veins bulging on his hands.

He stared at Jiang Wantang with a pair of cold eyes, and his evil face revealed confusion and coldness.

He spoke and repeated, "Tang'er, come here."

This time, Jiang Wantang turned around and walked towards Ji Wuyuan.

Without a doubt, she chose Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuwang's eyes became increasingly bloodshot. He looked at Jiang Wantang's back, and the light in his eyes shattered and became dim.

She doesn't want him anymore...

Such a thought was like a sharp knife piercing Ji Wuwang's heart, causing pain throughout his body.

He stood there, staring at Jiang Wantang blankly, his eyelids red, his hand holding the sword filled with powerlessness, and the white sword light gradually disappeared.

The whole person seemed to have fallen to the ground and shattered.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang walking towards him and felt relieved.

Jiang Wantang walked up to him, smiled at him, and said softly, "A Yuan, let's stop fighting, okay?"

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were calm, with a barely perceptible gloom hidden in them. He said, "Okay."

He just promised Jiang Wantang that he would not take action.

But this doesn't mean that he will let Ji Wuwang go.

How could he let go of anyone who dared to rob him?

Then, Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and ordered the surrounding guards in a cold voice: "Capture them!"

"Wait!" Jiang Wantang said anxiously.

Ji Wuyuan's expression instantly darkened to a terrifying gloom. He looked at her coldly, his eyes filled with hidden anger. "Tang'er, if you ask for mercy for him, I will kill him right now!"

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled, and the little hands under her sleeves clenched tighter.

The ups and downs, the source of all the disputes, are all because of her.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes and looked at Ji Wuyuan, her eyes moist and calm: "I want to do it myself, is that okay?"

Ji Wuyuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes looking deep and complicated as he gazed at her moist and clear eyes. After a long silence, he said, "Okay."

Jiang Wantang reached out and took the sword from Ji Wuyuan's hand. He slowly turned around and pointed the tip of the sword, which was shining with a sharp cold light, directly at Ji Wuwang...