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

Jiang Wantang nodded and put the account book away.

Ji Wuyuan curled his lips, and the smile in his deep eyes deepened.

During dinner, Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang with a serious smile on his face, as if he could never see enough of her.

His gaze was too direct and intense, without a trace of concealment, and it was difficult for Jiang Wantang to ignore it.

Jiang Wantang put down the golden chopsticks in her hand, speechless. She said helplessly, "Your Majesty, why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Ji Wuyuan's narrow phoenix eyes were filled with a deep smile. He said, "You are extremely beautiful, and I am very pleased with you."

"It is my great fortune to have you accompany me in this life."

He spoke such straightforward and embarrassing love words in a serious manner.

Jiang Wantang's face flushed, not only because of Ji Wuyuan's sweet words, but more because of his burning gaze at this moment, and the affection and tenderness that almost overflowed from his eyes.

Jiang Wantang blushed and looked away uncomfortably: "Your Majesty, why are you suddenly saying this?"

Ji Wuyuan smiled and said seriously: "Nothing, I just wanted to tell Tang'er."

As he spoke, he stood up and looked at Jiang Wantang deeply. "It's getting late. Tang'er, have you eaten enough?"

Jiang Wantang nodded and said, "I'm full."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes darkened a bit, and the curve of his lips became more obvious: "That's good, Tang'er has rested and eaten, but I'm still hungry..."

As he spoke, he smiled and bent down, leaning close to Jiang Wantang's ear, and whispered in her ear, "What should I do?"

Jiang Wantang's ears turned red at his sudden approach, her heart pounding like a drum, and she stammered, "Ah? Your Majesty... Your Majesty, if you're hungry, why don't you..."

Jiang Wantang's words came to an abrupt halt when Ji Wuyuan suddenly opened his mouth and kissed her earlobe.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide and her face turned red instantly.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jiang Wantang stood up suddenly, looking at him with shocked and bewildered eyes, and unconsciously stepped back step by step.

"You, you, you...don't come over here..." Jiang Wantang said incoherently.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with a deep smile, his eyes burning with obvious lust.

He approached step by step, and Jiang Wantang retreated step by step until he reached the wall and had nowhere to retreat.

Ji Wuyuan trapped her between the wall and his body. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips gently caressing her delicate skin, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

He smiled and whispered in her ear in an ambiguous tone, "Tang'er, you should know what I want to eat."

Jiang Wantang thought: No, I don’t know…

Jiang Wantang's whole body was enveloped in the cold and overbearing scent of ambergris from Ji Wuyuan.

The noble and elegant man, who looked like a god, kissed her forehead tenderly and said in a tone so gentle that it was almost bewitching, "It's late at night. I will wait for my beloved concubine to go to bed..."

The moment his body was lifted up in the air, Jiang Wantang looked at the sky outside which was just beginning to darken, and his heart was speechless.

She put her hands on Ji Wuyuan's neck, and before he stepped into the bedroom, she said softly and coquettishly, "Just once, okay?"

Ji Wuyuan smiled and said gently: "Be good, it will be fine in a while..."

"I will be gentler and won't hurt you anymore."

Inside the bedroom, clothes were scattered all over the floor...

The bright yellow dragon-shaped gauze curtain fell, and in the dim candlelight, two intertwined figures were reflected...

Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the window lattice. The gentle evening breeze sneaks in quietly through the gap in the window lattice, ruffling a corner of the dragon-shaped gauze curtain.

Jade trees and white branches are winding around each other.

Love grows stronger, spring thoughts surge, the mandarin duck embroidered quilt turns red waves...

The night is long, the room is charming, and the spring is endless.

At that time, in the private room on the fifth floor of Xunhuan Building.

Xie Zhiyan was wearing a dark red brocade robe with delicate cloud patterns outlined with silver thread on the sleeves. He had a stern face, sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were like cold stars, revealing a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.

Zhao Yi, who was sitting opposite him, was wearing a royal blue robe inlaid with various gems, and he looked like a carefree and dissolute young man.

There was a table full of delicious food and two pots of good wine. Xie Zhiyan and Zhao Yi sat opposite each other and drank together.

Outside the carved window lattices, you can see the prosperous night scene of the capital city, with brilliant lights, people coming and going, and the hustle and bustle of traffic.

Xie Zhiyan stared out the window quietly, his thoughts drifting away...

His fingertips gently turned the white jade wine glass in his hand, and the wine rippled in the glass, reflecting blurry light and shadows.

Zhao Yi, who was sitting opposite him, looked at Xie Zhiyan, who was obviously worried, and a hint of worry flashed across his eyes.

The two have known each other since childhood. In Zhao Yi's memory, Xie Zhiyan has always been cold, aloof, and high-spirited. Zhao Yi has never seen him so frustrated.

But that's just the way he is. He likes to keep everything in his heart and never say anything.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

He filled a glass for himself and said to Xie Zhiyan with a smile, "Come on, Ah Yan, it's rare that we have time to drink together today. We brothers won't go home until we're drunk."

Xie Zhiyan came back to his senses, retracted his gaze, looked at Zhao Yi, smiled faintly, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it all.

The two of them exchanged drinks for three rounds, and the room was filled with the rich aroma of wine...

Zhao Yi, who had been chattering non-stop, suddenly fell silent for a rare moment. The nonchalant expression on his face that usually appeared on his face was no longer visible at all.

For a long time, he looked at the silent Xie Zhiyan in front of him, frowned, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Xie Zhiyan glanced at him amusedly and said nonchalantly, "What do you want to say?"

"Between you and me, let's just speak frankly."

"Then I'll be frank." Zhao Yi sighed and said, "Actually, I know that something has changed between you and your cousin..."

"Although it looks like you are still the same as before."

Xie Zhiyan smiled and said nothing.

Even if they are brothers, if they fall in love with the same woman, it is impossible for there to be no resentment between them.

What's more, there is a relationship between him and Ji Wuyuan, that of a monarch and his subject.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Yi continued, "Ayan, I still miss those pleasant and pure days when the three of us studied together."

As he spoke, Zhao Yi put away his joking expression, and his eyes revealed longing: "Back then, you were all outstanding, and I was at the bottom of everything. I took you to secretly drink and eat meat, and took you to skip school..."

"What a reckless and carefree feeling!"

"Later, my cousin escaped death and ascended the throne. And you overcame all odds and single-handedly ascended the position of Dali Temple Minister, becoming the youngest and most promising Dali Temple Minister in Dasheng's history, and also his right-hand man."

"We are still the same as before. Whenever we have free time, we often drink and chat together in the palace or in my pleasure house."

After saying that, Zhao Yi laughed at himself: "But actually, I know that you have all changed..."