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

Therefore, in order to calm Ji Wuyuan's anger, Jiang Wantang had no choice but to take action himself.

In this way, Ji Wuwang can still save his life.

But Jiang Wantang didn't expect that he would do it himself.

Being so cruel to yourself.

Then leave no room for...

What she didn't expect was that Ji Wuwang lost control when he kissed her, but he had made serious preparations to snatch her away.

Even if his Red Flame Army was intercepted, he had already mobilized all his secret forces back to the imperial city, waiting for his order.

So, he was really prepared to take the person away.

But he didn't expect that she would be unwilling to leave with him.

Because according to his investigation, Jiang Zhixu took her back in order to let her enter the palace in place of Jiang Wanfu.

......

The moment Ji Wuwang fell, Xie Zhiyan had already led his men over.

From the perspective of everyone present, it seemed that Jiang Wantang had pierced Ji Wuwang's chest with a sword, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

For a moment, even the air became dead silent.

This scene happened so quickly that it was unexpected.

Ji Wuyuan felt a pang of pain in his heart as he watched Jiang Wantang, whose face was pale and whose eyes were red, walking towards him.

Although, he knew it wasn't her fault.

And he had to admit that Jiang Wantang's actions did soothe his violent and bloodthirsty murderous intent.

Otherwise, he would definitely fight to the death with Ji Wuwang today.

However, looking at Jiang Wantang's pale face and dim pupils, Ji Wuyuan felt even worse.

It seemed like he won all this.

But in fact, he knew that he lost.

Lost to Jiang Wantang.

Jiang Wantang slowly walked up to Ji Wuyuan and handed the sword back to him.

Her face was calm, but her voice was trembling as she spoke, "Your Majesty, I am tired and would like to go back and rest."

Ji Wuyuan looked at her deeply with a worried look on his face.

The two looked at each other, and a breeze blew past, bringing a slight coolness.

But Jiang Wantang felt his body enveloped in endless coldness.

As the world spun, Ji Wuyuan's face gradually became blurred in her sight. The sound of the wind around her seemed to fade away in an instant. The world was silent, and only Ji Wuyuan's frightened cry of "Tang'er" echoed in her ears.

At the moment Jiang Wantang fell, Ji Wuyuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he reached out to catch himself in panic...

There was chaos in Changle Palace and people were in panic.

In the bedroom, Jiang Wantang was wearing a light pink undergarment, her face pale, and her eyes closed as she lay on the couch. Ji Wuyuan sat beside the couch without taking off his clothes, guarding her.

Outside the bedroom, the imperial doctors and palace maids knelt on the ground, with their heads bowed to the ground, silent as a mouse.

The chief imperial physician knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine was stimulated, and her Qi and blood were disordered, which led to her fainting."

"In addition, the Empress's old injuries have not healed yet, and she activated her internal energy today. After this ordeal, her Qi and blood are flowing backwards and are extremely disordered. If she doesn't rest well in the future, I'm afraid she will develop a root cause of illness..."

The imperial physician spoke cautiously, and his voice became smaller and smaller as he felt the powerful and low-pressure aura around him.

Ji Wuyuan's face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it. He held Jiang Wantang's cold little hands tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white.

Jiang Wantang was lying on the bed. Her beautiful little face, which had been smiling at him like a flower not long ago, was now completely pale. Even the charming teardrop mole at the corner of her eye had dimmed a little.

Ji Wuyuan held his breath and looked at her without blinking, his eyes full of regret and pity.

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice so soft that he felt powerless: "Everyone, leave."

The imperial physicians hurried downstairs with their medicine boxes to prescribe and boil the medicine.

The entire bedroom was filled with silence.

Ji Wuyuan sat beside the couch, raised his hand, and gently stroked Jiang Wantang's face, his eyes knowing and complex.

He murmured softly, "Tang'er, is he so important to you?"

"What about me?"

"What does loneliness mean to you?"

The only response he got was silent.

Jiang Wantang, who was in a coma, was unable to answer.

Ji Wuyuan laughed at himself and said to himself: "Jiang Wantang, you are just a little liar."

"Little liar..."

Not long after, Wang Fuhai cautiously reported at the door that Lord Xie had arrived and was waiting at the door.

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment, let go of Jiang Wantang's hand, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then stood up and walked out.

Xie Zhiyan stood at the gate of Changle Palace, looking at the imperial physicians coming in and out, his eyes solemn and worried, his clenched fists tightening and unclenching.

Finally, the moment Ji Wuyuan appeared, everything returned to calm.

He looked at Ji Wuyuan and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the King of Zhenbei has a backup plan."

"His military advisor and two lieutenants are at the palace gates, demanding their presence. They're threatening that if their prince and future princess aren't delivered safely, hundreds of thousands of Red Flame soldiers will march into the capital and raze the imperial city."

"What a big tone!" Ji Wuyuan sneered, his face frozen in black ice, and every word was icy cold: "Do you really think I'm dead?"

"Oh, I want to see whether I conquer the northern border first, or whether they enter the imperial city."

Xie Zhiyan frowned calmly and said, "Your Majesty, think twice!"

"The envoys from the Southern Moon Kingdom are still in the capital. Now is not the time for civil unrest."

"Besides, Ji Wuwang controls sixteen states in the northern border and hundreds of thousands of Red Flame soldiers. His power cannot be underestimated."

"He dared to rashly enter the capital this time, obviously he came prepared."

"Nanyue Country..." Ji Wuyuan murmured these words in a low voice, curled his lips, and said with disdain: "The small Nanyue Country is nothing to be afraid of. Soon, they will be unable to take care of themselves."

Xie Zhiyan understood and lowered his eyes and asked, "What does Your Majesty intend to do with Prince Zhenbei, Ji Wuwang?"

For a long time, Ji Wuyuan did not speak.

His eyes were complicated and gloomy. I don't know what he was thinking about. He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Xie Zhiyan could guess what he was worried about.

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a long time, then he looked up at Xie Zhiyan and suddenly said quietly, "Do you also think that I shouldn't have killed Ji Wuwang?"

"Yes." Xie Zhiyan answered without hesitation.

Then he said frankly: "Now the world is at peace, the four seas are peaceful, and the people are all in their proper places and doing their jobs. If war breaks out again, it will surely lead to the destruction of lives, the barrenness of farmland, and the displacement of people..."

"Your Majesty has fought in battles abroad for many years. You must know better than anyone the misery and cruelty of war."

"The Prince of Zhenbei did not choose to march directly into the capital with a large army, but instead entered the palace alone. I think he did not want to provoke a war..."