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

In this world, some people and some things, once missed, can never be returned to the past.

Jiang Wantang looked at him in such pain, her breath caught slightly, and her words were stagnant: "Go back, the Northern Territory needs you, and so do the soldiers and people in the Northern Territory."

"What about you?" Ji Wuwang's voice was full of paranoia.

Don't you need me to stay?

Ji Wuwang still stubbornly refused to accept reality.

Jiang Wantang smiled and said slowly, "I'm living a good life now, but I don't want the people I care about and this peaceful and prosperous world to fall into turmoil and conflict again."

"You once said that you hoped that the people would be able to live and work in peace and contentment in the future, and no longer suffer from the pain of war."

"This peaceful and prosperous world is exactly what you and I wished for."

"You don't want the world to fall into conflict again, right? Brother Xiaoqi..."

The long-lost voice of "Brother Xiaoqi" made Ji Wuwang's heart, which had been numb with pain, twitch again.

But even such a simple title, with its memories and meaning, has an unimaginable destructive power for Ji Wuwang.

Whether in the past or now, as long as she calls him "Brother Xiaoqi", he will agree to anything she asks.

Ji Wuwang smiled, but his eyes were filled with deep sadness.

He said, "Atang, I've said before, everything I have, anything you ask for, is mine."

"I will deliver whatever you want to you."

Jiang Wantang clenched his palms tightly, his eyes were red, and when he spoke, his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

She said, "I'm sorry..."

After a pause, she added: "Thank you..."

"No matter what, Atang hopes...Brother Xiaoqi...lives well."

After saying that, she almost fled from the dungeon.

Ji Wuwang subconsciously raised his hand to keep her, but his heart felt a sharp pain that made his whole body cramp. He could only watch her back as she walked away.

His voice was very soft: "So, what the book said about the heart... being torn by a knife is true..."

As he spoke, Ji Wuwang covered his heart and suddenly laughed softly.

As he laughed, tears mixed with a slight red color rolled down his face, broken and desperate.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down.

At this time, Jiang Wantang, who had just walked out of the dungeon, was already in tears.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the tears on her face seemed to be under control, rolling down one after another.

It's so uncomfortable...

How can it not be uncomfortable?

That was the only young man in white she truly loved in her youth!

The only person who had ever given her warmth and home.

He was very good, but no matter whether it was in the last life or this life, they were just not meant to be together...

Jiang Wantang understood clearly that what was past was past.

Once you move forward, don't look back.

If you don't make a decision when you should, it will only make everyone suffer.

The current peaceful and prosperous world is the result of the sacrifices and expectations of countless people. Jiang Wantang can no longer bear to see them start a war because of him.

Besides, people are all made of flesh and blood. Since entering the palace, Ji Wuyuan has treated her very well. Whether she is touched or likes him...

In short, she couldn't betray him.

Likewise, she didn't want the King of Zhenbei, who should have had a good reputation throughout his life, to be branded as a traitor.

Therefore, the best option at the moment is for everyone to return to their respective positions.

When Jiang Wantang slowly walked back to Changle Palace, Ji Wuyuan was waiting inside.

As soon as he left the court, he went straight to Changle Palace to wait for her to come back.

When Ji Wuyuan saw Jiang Wantang, whose face was pale, eyes were red, and tears were on her face, he walked over quickly.

He didn't ask anything, raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from her face, then held her tightly in his arms.

There is heartache and pity in those knowing eyes.

When he went to court, he thought: Never mind, nothing is more important than her.

He knew that she still cared about Ji Wuwang, and her tears were the best proof.

He thought that if Ji Wuwang was willing to let go, he could let go of all this.

If nothing else, seeing Jiang Wantang like this, he felt really distressed.

On the night when she was unconscious, he held her hand, his eyes red and he felt extremely distressed.

Jiang Wantang sat calmly on the stone bench in the yard without saying a word.

Ji Wuyuan sat beside her and accompanied her quietly.

Neither of them spoke, and no one dared to disturb them.

Until the sky gradually darkened, the moon gradually hung above the treetops, covering the quiet courtyard with a layer of silver gauze.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard in the grass. He and she still sat side by side in the yard, neither of them disturbing the tranquility...

The breeze blew gently, and the late autumn night wind was already mixed with a hint of chill.

Ji Wuyuan ordered someone to bring a cloak and gently put it on Jiang Wantang.

His fingers accidentally touched her hair...

Jiang Wantang turned her head slightly and looked up at him. When their eyes met, she saw the worry in his complex and deep eyes.

She spoke lightly, her voice still hoarse: "Your Majesty, don't you want to ask what happened between me and the King of Zhenbei?"

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment, his voice low and hoarse, a little dark: "I think, I have been waiting for Tang'er to be willing to say it herself."

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, turned around, looked at the bright white and cold moon in the sky, and smiled indifferently.

After a long moment, she whispered, "Six years ago, I lost my way in a remote mountain forest and unexpectedly met a seriously injured young man in white..."

Jiang Wantang skipped over the moments when the two of them were together, and simply recounted how they met, how Ji Wuwang taught her kung fu, how he taught her to read and write, and then how they later separated.

Even though she said it lightly, Ji Wuyuan still felt the shared hardships and mutual respect between the two, as well as the first love that he didn't want to admit...

The young girl is in love, and the young boy admires Ai.

Just listening to it can make people imagine beautiful pictures.

No wonder, after Ji Wuwang was ambushed and killed on the way that year, there was no trace of him for most of half a year.

He remembered that the palace was almost going to hold a funeral for him, but later his mother, Concubine De, set up a trap and threatened to commit suicide to force him out.

Unexpectedly, there is such a connection between them.

After hearing the end, although Ji Wuyuan felt jealous, he rarely felt angry. Instead, he felt only heartache and pity.

He held Jiang Wantang in his arms, very tightly, and his hands clasped around her waist almost rubbed her into his body.

He said: "If only... I could have met Tang'er earlier..."

"But it doesn't matter. I will accompany Tang'er for the rest of my life."