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

The corners of Jiang Wantang's eyes were stained with a charming red, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eyes was eye-catching.

She thought she could do it, but when the moment came to draw the sword, she realized how difficult it was.

My heart was tightening, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't even speak.

Ji Wuwang looked at Jiang Wantang, who was standing opposite him with a sword pointed at him, and a graceful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

But my heart is bleeding, a sea of ​​blood.

His little girl has finally grown up.

Unfortunately, it no longer belongs to him.

Before he found her, he had imagined countless scenarios of their reunion.

He thought that no matter who stood next to her, he could grab it.

But he forgot that there were six years between them and she didn't want to leave.

If she didn't want to, he would be at his wit's end, with nothing else to do...

But his Atang is still as kind as ever, tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Ji Wuwang was still smiling, his smile gentle. He said, "Atang, I taught you swordsmanship. To be fair, let's both blindfold ourselves."

After saying that, he reached out and untied the snow-white band on his wrist and covered his eyes.

Jiang Wantang's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. This was the first time she felt that a long sword weighed a thousand pounds.

It was also the first time she pointed a sword at someone she didn't want to hurt.

After a moment, Jiang Wantang tore off a long piece of pink cloth from her sleeve and covered her eyes.

There was no movement from the other side, so Jiang Wantang took the initiative to attack.

When she leaped over with sword in hand, Ji Wuwang on the opposite side also moved.

However, he did not attack or defend. Instead, he practiced like the two of them did when they were practicing sword in the mountains. He changed his sword moves while sparring with her and pointed out the flaws in her sword style.

The two exchanged several moves in mid-air, with Jiang Wantang attacking the entire time. A soft pink-white light surrounded them both.

From a distance, it looked like the two were really fighting each other.

Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan stared at the two of them intently, their eyes showing varying degrees of depth and complexity.

Jiang Wantang followed Ji Wuwang's guidance, and gradually, the sword's power became sharper and stronger than before, and he could use it faster and more easily.

Soon, Ji Wuwang's calm voice rang in his ears.

He said: "Okay, Atang, let's do it..."

Jiang Wantang's heart twitched for a moment.

She tightened her grip on the sword, her palms wet with sweat.

Once the situation becomes desperate, there is no room for turning things around.

The next moment, Jiang Wantang brandished his sword, and charged towards Ji Wuwang with surging force...

This sword was filled with murderous intent, but it was just a feint.

Jiang Wantang deliberately moved away a little, but she could still hear the sound of the sword piercing the flesh.

In just a moment, she stopped moving in fear, not daring to move forward.

how come?

She had clearly deviated from the direction, so how could... she be stabbed by a single sword?

Jiang Wantang trembled as she tore off the bandage from her eyes. What she saw was Ji Wuwang's chest, a pool of blood soaking through his snow-white clothes...

The latter had a smile on his face and an extremely gentle look, just like he did back then.

What Jiang Wantang didn't know was that when Ji Wuwang finished speaking, he had already put down the sword and untied the ribbon covering his eyes...

His Atang is so kind and pure, how could he not know what she wants to do.

Ji Wuwang looked at Jiang Wantang's panicked face. As she watched him tremble in fear, he raised his hand, grasped her sword, and thrust it hard into his chest. A large amount of blood gushed out...

He smiled as if he didn't notice, and spoke in a very soft and gentle voice.

He said, "Ah Tang, you have to act more realistically... to make it look more realistic."

He also said: "Atang, I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner.

Jiang Wantang's heart skipped a beat, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably...

The glaring red dyed his snow-white robe red.

Ji Wuwang's bony hands were holding her sword, and his finger bones were covered in blood.

Blood continued to flow from her blade...

Jiang Wantang's hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, and he was so panicked that he couldn't speak.

The two fell from mid-air to the ground...

Ji Wuwang knelt on one knee on the ground for support. He looked at her affectionately and tenderly, the smile in his eyes as warm as ever.

He smiled and spoke, his voice weak and gentle: "Atang, don't cry..."

"I'll be fine. It's just a minor injury. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Don't feel bad, and don't blame yourself. I did it myself, it has nothing to do with you."

He knew she couldn't do it, and he didn't want to embarrass her anymore, so he took action himself and ended it all.

Jiang Wantang looked at her with red eyes and trembling lips.

Ji Wuwang looked at her pale little face and smiled bitterly, his eyes gentle and helpless.

He raised his bloodless hand, wanting to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he paused in mid-air for a moment and then retracted it.

He smiled, but sadness was hard to hide in his eyes: "Atang, I'm sorry..."

"Taking you away is my own wishful thinking. I shouldn't have ignored your wishes..."

"So, this sword strike is my own fault. Don't cry..."

After he finished speaking, Ji Wuwang pulled out the sword that pierced his chest with force, letting the blood gushed out.

But he still looked at Jiang Wantang with gentle eyes and whispered: "Atang, hold the sword tightly and leave..."

"I promise you, the things you're worried about will not happen."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wantang stared at Ji Wuwang with red eyes.

Her panicked expression was reflected in his pupils.

Looking at the blood gushing out of his chest, Jiang Wantang closed his eyes tightly, and finally stood up with the blood-stained sword in his hand.

When he turned around and opened his eyes, there was a calm look in his eyes, except for his eyelids which were red.

She walked towards Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuwang looked at her leaving back, his eyes full of reluctance and attachment. His handsome face showed a rare fragility and pain, and turned pale.

Ever since he knew Jiang Wantang's choice, he had given up resisting.

Afterwards, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes, and fell down.

Jiang Wantang had just taken a few steps when he heard the sound of a body falling to the ground behind him...

She paused for a moment, tightened her grip on the sword, but resisted the urge and didn't look back.

This is the imperial palace, Ji Wuyuan's territory. Even if he and Ji Wuwang were both injured in a fight, with Xie Zhiyan, the secret guards, the Dragon Shadow Guards and others here, nothing would happen to him.

But Ji Wuwang...

He might actually die.

Jiang Wantang couldn't bear to watch the only boy who had ever given her warmth in her youth die in the palace, right in front of her...