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

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wantang knew that he could not escape, so he tried to run back.

Ji Wuyuan stretched out his hand, lifted her up by the waist with one hand, put her on his shoulder, and strode towards Changle Palace.

"Let go! I don't want it!"

"Put me down..."

"Ji Wuyuan, let me go!"

"..."

Jiang Wantang was furious. He struggled, cursed, and punched his back and shoulders with his fists.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the man at all.

Ji Wuyuan kicked open the door of the Changle Palace bedroom and carried Jiang Wantang in.

The moment her body fell onto the bed, Jiang Wantang looked at the tall and strong man in front of her, and her body involuntarily stepped back step by step.

Ji Wuyuan smiled, raised his hand, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her under him.

Jiang Wantang screamed, a trace of shyness and panic flashed in her eyes. She struggled to get up, but Ji Wuyuan, who was approaching her, held her tightly in his arms in a restraining posture.

There was a strong lust in the latter's deep pupils, but he was not so anxious as to immediately pin the person down.

Ji Wuyuan leaned over to her ear, his voice lowered several degrees: "It's late at night, where do you want to go, Tang'er?"

Jiang Wantang turned her face away, not looking at him angrily.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and gently brushed away the messy hair on Jiang Wantang's forehead. He kissed her forehead with an infatuated look on his face: "As soon as I finished my work, I wanted to go back to the palace to accompany you, but Tang'er ran away secretly..."

"What's wrong? Why are you angry again for no reason?"

"But what did I do wrong that made Tang'er unhappy, huh?"

As he spoke, he gently kissed Jiang Wantang's cheek and neck...

Jiang Wantang shuddered and turned around abruptly: "You... um..."

With her neck held by someone, all Jiang Wantang's words of refusal were blocked by Ji Wuyuan's passionate and deep kiss.

Jiang Wantang was still resisting at first, but gradually she softened into a pool of spring water under the man's gentle and strong attack.

Gradually, Jiang Wantang lay on the couch with her back, and Ji Wuyuan covered her...

The red curtain of crabapple falls...

As they whispered to each other, Ji Wuyuan hugged Jiang Wantang tightly and comforted her softly, "Tang'er, you can be angry, but please don't hide from me, okay? I'll be sad..."

At first glance, it sounds a bit aggrieved.

Jiang Wantang was extremely angry. He clenched his fists and weakly beat the man's chest, trying to push him away, but he couldn't move him away.

Ji Wuyuan kissed her while patiently coaxing her: "What made Tang'er unhappy? Can you tell me?"

"Don't be silent, run away secretly, and make me worry, okay?"

Jiang Wantang stared at him with a pair of blurry, charming and moist eyes without any aggression.

Little did she know that her coquettish look would only make men want to bully her even more.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her deeply. Jiang Wantang complained dissatisfiedly, "You won't let me sleep, you won't let me rest..."

Ji Wuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but laugh: "Just because of this?"

Jiang Wantang nodded.

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows, feeling a little guilty, and said, "During the day, I didn't disturb Tang'er's sleep and rest..."

Jiang Wantang's eyes were slightly red, and she said aggrievedly: "But I want to sleep at night. I am so sleepy and tired. My waist is almost broken..."

There was a hint of deliberate coquettishness in her tone, and she sounded extremely aggrieved.

Ji Wuyuan saw through her little thoughts, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes were full of doting.

He reached out and gently stroked Jiang Wantang's eyebrows and said softly, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I didn't know how to show mercy and tired Tang'er."

"Then tonight..."

A hint of secret joy flashed across Jiang Wantang's eyes, which was just caught by Ji Wuyuan.

The latter curled his lips and paused deliberately in the middle of his words. When Jiang Wantang raised her eyes to look at him, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed their lips together. Ji Wuyuan held her cheek with his hand and deepened the kiss.

His fingertips gently caressed Jiang Wantang's cheek, and with infinite attachment and obsession, he kissed her deeply and indulgently.

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice incredibly hoarse: "Just this once... okay?"

"Just once, let Tang'er sleep well..."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Wantang to react, he began to kiss her again.

Soon, Jiang Wantang's cries of pain were heard in the quiet hall.

Ji Wuyuan suddenly stood up and looked at the person curled up in pain on the couch. The charming look in his eyes disappeared instantly.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked nervously as he picked her up.

Jiang Wantang frowned, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly. After a while, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Stomach..."

"Stomachache......"

Her voice was weak, and her words were filled with unbearable pain.

Ji Wuyuan was shocked at first, then seemed to suddenly think of something. He raised his hand and quickly untied Jiang Wantang's long skirt and reached under it...

Seeing him like this, Jiang Wantang thought that even though she was feeling so uncomfortable, he was still thinking about doing that.

She was suddenly ashamed, angry, and raised her hand to hit his hand: "Go away, don't touch me..."

"Beast!"

"Big beast..."

After saying that, her eyes were red with aggrieved and uncomfortable look, and tears fell down in big drops.

The next moment, Ji Wuyuan withdrew his hand. He looked at the dazzling red on his fingertips, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes darkened.

Afterwards, he held Jiang Wantang in his arms and let her beat and scold him. He wiped her tears and gently coaxed her, "Okay, okay, I won't touch you. Tang'er, don't cry..."

"Don't be afraid, your period has come early..."

"Be good, Tang'er. You won't feel uncomfortable in a while."

The unreasonable Jiang Wantang angrily hit him: "It's all your fault!"

"It must be because you bully me every day that this happened..."

Ji Wuyuan didn't care, and was very patient and indulgent: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault, little ancestor, please stop moving around, okay?"

As he spoke, he covered Jiang Wantang with the quilt and placed his big hand on her lower abdomen.

Soon, a warmth slowly seeped into Jiang Wantang's lower abdomen...

Ji Wuyuan's palm was broad and warm, as if it carried endless comforting power. Jiang Wantang, who had been crying out of grievance, gradually stopped crying.

She raised her head, her eyes red from crying, and stared at Ji Wuyuan, looking at his face full of worry and the heartache in his eyes.

Looking at him, he anxiously shouted outside the palace: "Come! Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician quickly..."