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

Jiang Wantang: "Husband..."

Ji Wuyuan's voice suddenly became unnaturally hoarse and low: "Yes, my husband is here."

"My dear, can you please call me a few more times?"

Jiang Wantang's eyes were hazy, her cheeks were as rosy as a crabapple, and she replied dazedly: "Okay..."

"Husband...husband..."

"Husband..."

"......"

Ji Wuyuan tasted the sweetness and used various methods to persuade Jiang Wantang to say things that she would never say under normal circumstances.

She was so well-behaved, sweet and soft that she completely satisfied his evil thoughts.

The water in the hot spring pool was shaking violently, splashing everywhere, rising and falling, one wave higher than the other...

Men seem to have an innate talent in love, often learning it without a teacher and having amazing physical strength.

Not to mention the man who was drugged...

The two of them walked all the way from the hot spring pool to the inner hall, the imperial desk... and finally landed on the spacious and comfortable dragon couch...

Ji Wuyuan was fierce and cruel in his desires. Jiang Wantang was a virgin in love and could not bear such tenderness at all.

She didn't know how many times she cried and said no, her voice was almost hoarse...

But she didn't know that such aggrieved crying could not arouse the man's sympathy, but would only make him more...

Outside the palace, the night was dark, and the moon shyly hid in the treetops.

In the dead of night, the charming crabapple blossom, bathed in the morning dew, blossomed to its fullest, emitting a sweet and refreshing fragrance.

Wang Fuhai, who was guarding outside the bedroom, heard the noise coming from inside and his old face turned red. He covered his mouth and smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum.

However, this night is still very long...

This was also the longest night Jiang Wantang had ever experienced...

She didn't remember how many times she tossed and turned, woke up and fainted again, before she was finally released and fell into a deep sleep.

In this not-so-gentle and long love affair, she felt Ji Wuyuan's care and love.

It was not until the dawn light and a hazy white hue appeared on the horizon that the hall became quiet.

On the dragon couch.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the delicate girl who was sleeping in his arms with a satisfied smile on his face. She looked like she had been badly bullied. He couldn't let go and kissed her again and again.

He raised the corners of his lips and murmured softly, "It seems a bit... too reckless."

Ji Wuyuan could guess without thinking how angry and embarrassed Jiang Wantang would be when she woke up and saw him.

The effect of the medicine had actually worn off long ago, and everything that happened afterwards was just because he couldn't control his emotions.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window and finally understood what it meant to "Spring nights are short and the sun rises high, and from now on the king will no longer hold court early in the morning."

It won't be long before he gets up and goes to the morning court.

But with the beautiful and fragrant girl in his arms, Ji Wuyuan had the thought of stopping the court session for the first time.

His gaze, deep and passionate, was fixed on Jiang Wantang's flushed face. Her face, full of tenderness and spring, made him unable to help but think of her blossoming beneath him, and his body's desire began to emerge again...

Ji Wuyuan couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He was not a man who was eager for sex, but once he got involved with her, it was like a monk who had left the secular world and became addicted to alcohol and sex.

"Tang'er..." Ji Wuyuan's voice was low, with a hoarseness that had not yet faded, revealing endless tenderness, "You said that you wish to win the heart of one person and stay with him until we grow old together."

"I will never let you go in this life."

After saying that, he kissed Jiang Wantang on the forehead, tucked the quilt in for her, then stood up and walked out.

Outside the bedroom, Wang Fuhai, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up when he saw Ji Wuyuan coming out. He said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, it's not time for the morning court yet. You've been...tired all night. Why don't you take a rest?"

Ji Wuyuan was wearing a black silk nightgown. He looked refreshed and his face showed no sign of fatigue.

He glanced at Wang Fuhai and said calmly, "Go and call Feiyu over."

A moment later, the leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, appeared in the Taiji Palace. He looked at Ji Wuyuan standing in the courtyard and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

Ji Wuyuan said in a deep voice: "Did the palace maid who led the imperial concubine to the side hall confess anything?"

Fei Yu raised his head and paused before saying, "Your Majesty, that palace maid...bit her tongue and committed suicide."

"He committed suicide..." Ji Wuyuan repeated this sentence, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

The situation regarding yesterday's palace banquet has become clear. It was Nangong Liuli who directed and acted it out herself. Logically speaking, it would be normal for an ordinary palace maid to directly give Nangong Liuli away.

But she chose to bite her tongue to commit suicide, which is what some die-hard people do.

That means the person behind her is not Nangong Liuli, but someone else.

It's hidden quite deep in this palace.

Fei Yu continued, "In the inn, Nangong Liuli didn't take another step out after seeing off the envoy from the Nanyue Kingdom."

"There's been no activity from the Jiang Mansion either. After Jiang Zhixu learned that Minister Jiang was seeking Nangong Liuli's hand in marriage, he didn't show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he had people start preparing for their wedding..."

"I have already sent people to conduct a thorough investigation. Before the palace banquet, there was no connection between Nangong Liuli and Minister Jiang."

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment after hearing this, then said in a cold voice: "Send people to keep a close eye on Nangong Liuli and Jiang Huaizhou..."

"Also, conduct a thorough investigation of all the palace servants in private to ensure the safety of the Imperial Concubine."

"Yes."

Feiyu took the order and left.

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan returned to his bedroom, changed into court clothes, and went to the morning court.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed no one to disturb the imperial concubine's rest.

Perhaps she was really tired, Jiang Wantang slept very soundly.

When Ji Wuyuan returned from the morning court session, he showed no sign of waking up.

In the quiet room, sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices and fell onto Jiang Wantang's rosy and fair little face, creating a lustrous glow.

The years are quiet and good, that's probably the case.

Ji Wuyuan's lips curled up gently. He walked to the front of the couch and raised his hand to tuck the quilt that had slipped off her body.

Jiang Wantang seemed to sense something and rubbed against him in a very dependent manner. Then she found a more comfortable position and fell asleep soundly.

Ji Wuyuan's heart softened, and his eyes were immediately filled with infinite tenderness.

He looked at Jiang Wantang, who looked very well on the couch, but still felt uneasy and asked the imperial physician to come and treat her.

The imperial physician came hurriedly with a respectful look on his face. He walked quickly to the bedside, first bowed deeply to Ji Wuyuan, and then meticulously examined Jiang Wantang.

A moment later, the imperial physician knelt on the ground and bowed to Ji Wuyuan, saying, "Your Majesty, the Queen's pulse is steady and strong, her Qi and blood are abundant, and she is in good health. There is nothing wrong with her."

"The reason for the deep sleep is probably due to excessive physical exertion and lack of rest."