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

Chapter 342 Original Intention

Zhao Yi picked up the wine glass in his hand, stood up, walked to the carved windowsill, and looked at the bustling night scene in front of him.

After a moment's silence, he said calmly, "You are all moving forward in your own direction and life."

"I'm the only one who's still stuck here."

"I thought as long as we kept the friendship we once had, things would still be the same between us."

After saying that, Zhao Yi looked at the wine glass in his hand and smiled bitterly.

I want to buy osmanthus flowers and put them in the wine, but it doesn’t resemble the time when I was a young boy traveling...

He tilted his head back slightly and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, the spicy taste spreading on his tongue.

Seeing this, Xie Zhiyan's eyes moved slightly, with a complicated and heavy look.

Then he stood up and walked to Zhao Yi's side, overlooking the prosperous scene of Xunhuan Tower together.

Xie Zhiyan patted Zhao Yi's shoulder gently and spoke earnestly, "Everyone in the capital knows you, Second Young Master Zhao. And who else could have opened a brothel that was the only one in the capital, an unprecedented success that everyone admired?"

"Zhao Yi, you're not bad either."

“It’s just that each of us excels in different areas…”

"Ji Wuyuan is good at scheming, I like solving cases, and you enjoy having fun."

"Each of us is actually walking on the path we have chosen. We may seem very different, but we all end up in the same place."

"You say I'm His Majesty's right-hand man, but aren't you?"

"This Xunhuan Tower holds the largest and most secretive source of intelligence in the entire capital. This alone makes it much stronger than the Dali Temple."

Zhao Yi's body suddenly shook, and he looked at Xie Zhiyan in shock, saying in disbelief, "Really?"

"Am I really as powerful as you say?!"

Xie Zhiyan smiled, the serious look in his eyes not mixed with a trace of falsehood, and he said, "It's true."

He also said: "Zhao Yi, I am very pleased that you can say these words today."

"Actually, it's great to be able to live freely and comfortably like you."

When Zhao Yi heard this, a hint of surprise first flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his eyes.

Xie Zhiyan saw through it but didn't say anything. He continued, "People change. No one in this world stays in the same place."

"He is, I am, and you are too."

“The only thing that remains unchanged is our original intention.”

Zhao Yi raised his eyes and looked at Xie Zhiyan, there was some spirit in his eyes, and also a little more relief.

He smiled and patted Xie Zhiyan's shoulder, saying, "You're right."

"The past is the past, the present is the present."

Afterwards, he resumed his nonchalant demeanor and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, let's not talk about these unhappy things. I'm not suitable for chatting about such profound topics. Let's go, let's continue drinking..."

The two of them leaned against the window, continuing to drink one glass at a time.

Until the moon reached its zenith, the people on the street gradually dispersed and the bustling streets became silent.

Zhao Yi was already drunk and slumped over the table, still chattering non-stop.

Xie Zhiyan's handsome face was tinged with a hint of drunkenness, but his eyes were clear.

A cool breeze started to rise in the middle of the night, bringing a hint of chill as it blew through the window lattice, ruffling his hair.

Xie Zhiyan leaned against the windowsill, holding an unfinished pot of liquor in his hand. He looked up at the pure, cold, bright moon hanging in the sky, his eyes lonely and complicated.

Zhao Yi, who was lying on the table, shivered from the cold. He raised his head and glanced at Xie Zhiyan, his eyes blurred as he mumbled, "Ah Yan, do you know?"

"I often wonder, if I hadn't cursed you and your cousin for falling in love with the same woman that day, would we not be in this situation today?"

"Actually, I'm saying this today because I'm really afraid that you'll end up drawing your swords against each other because of a woman..."

Xie Zhiyan looked back at him, his eyes dark and deep.

After a long while, he whispered, "If such a day really comes, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Yi nodded drunkenly, hiccuping as he spoke haltingly, "To be honest... hiccup... I thought... hiccup... that men like you two who dislike women... would end up just finding a woman of comparable family background... and have children... hiccup... and live a boring life..."

After saying that, he fell on the table again.

Indeed, he was right.

Xie Zhiyan's eyes were filled with sadness. Even though he drank so much tonight, he was still unusually sober.

If he had not met Jiang Wantang, his life trajectory would have been to marry a woman of equal social status, gentle and virtuous, and spend the rest of his life with her.

But that was the kind of propriety, integrity, and discipline he had been brought up with since childhood.

It's really boring.

Somehow, Xie Zhiyan's mind suddenly flashed back to the moment he first met Jiang Wantang in Xunhuan Tower. That fiery red, that uninhibited personality, and that shocking behavior...

Now that I think about it, I must have been inexplicably attracted to her even at that time.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiyan unconsciously revealed a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes softened a little.

He never thought there was anything wrong with being alone, nor was he afraid of loneliness.

Until I met her...

When he thought about being able to spend the rest of his life with the person he loved, he didn't want to endure loneliness so much.

Xie Zhiyan looked at the bright moon in the sky, smiled, raised his head and drank the wine in the pot in one gulp. The strong liquor went down his throat, but it was hard to hide the bitterness in his heart...

......

The next day, when Jiang Wantang woke up in the bedroom of Taiji Palace, it was already noon.

To be precise, she was woken up by someone...

Jiang Wantang opened her eyes dazedly and looked at the man in front of her who looked like a starving ghost. She suddenly became furious.

It was agreed that it would only be for a while, but in the end I had to coax her for the whole night.

A man's mouth, a liar.

Jiang Wantang didn't even think twice before raising his hand and slapping him.

A "pop" sound rang out in the silent hall, unusually crisp.

Jiang Wantang realized instantly that she had just hit Ji Wuyuan in the face?!

She was stunned...

Ji Wuyuan, who was suddenly hit, was also stunned and stopped.

Before Ji Wuyuan could react, Jiang Wantang suddenly buried his head in the fur quilt and acted like a turtle.