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

Ji Wuyuan's voice carried a powerful aura that could not be ignored, shaking the entire palace.

Jiang Wantang suddenly realized that his gentleness and patience towards her were truly unique in the world.

It was not the kind of treatment an emperor should have for a concubine, nor was it the kind of mutual respect that an ordinary couple should have, but rather a unique preference, cherishment, and tenderness.

However, Jiang Wantang never expected that such feelings would come from an emperor who was cold, ruthless and decisive in killing people.

When people have no one to rely on, they become extremely strong, but when they have someone to rely on, they become fragile and susceptible.

Thus, the pain that I had long been accustomed to suddenly became unbearable...

Jiang Wantang's tears, which had originally stopped flowing, suddenly burst out uncontrollably and slid down her cheeks.

When Ji Wuyuan saw her crying, his heart ached uncontrollably.

He raised his other hand and gently wiped the tears from her face, and said softly and gently to comfort her: "Why are you crying again? It still hurts so much, huh?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head, rested his forehead against hers, and gently stroked her, his tone so gentle that it was a mess: "Be good, it's all my fault..."

"In the future, I will be more restrained. Tang'er said she wants to rest, so she can rest. Okay?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

"The pain will stop immediately..."

Perhaps, when people are vulnerable, they become particularly emotional and sensitive.

As Jiang Wantang listened to his gentle words of comfort, her tears flowed more and more violently, and no amount of comforting could stop her tears.

Ji Wuyuan felt distressed but helpless. He could only comfort her softly and warm her stomach with his hands.

Soon, a group of imperial doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau rushed over.

In the middle of the night, the Changle Palace was brightly lit with candles, and the palace ladies coming in and out were in chaos.

Wang Fuhai stood guard at the door of the bedroom, pacing back and forth with an uneasy look on his face.

At this time, Jiang Wantang on the couch was tired of crying, and fell into a deep sleep under Ji Wuyuan's warmth and gentle comfort.

Even when she fell asleep, her hands were still tightly holding Ji Wuyuan's waist and abdomen.

This is actually a very dependent attitude.

Ji Wuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Wantang who had fallen asleep in his arms. Her eyes were red and there were a few crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes. Her heart felt sour, tender and soft, as if it had been soaked in acid water.

He leaned back on the couch, adjusted his posture, and held Jiaojiao in his arms a little tighter to make her lie more comfortably.

Ji Wuyuan looked coldly at the imperial physicians kneeling in the hall. His voice was cold and urgent, "What's going on?"

"Didn't you say before that her menstrual cramps have been cured?"

A group of imperial doctors knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, not knowing how to start.

The head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Doctor Li, also had a serious expression at this moment.

He pondered for a moment, then took a step forward and said in a panic, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Logically speaking, the Imperial Concubine's health... was indeed fine before..."

"But, somehow, judging from the pulse, there seems to be signs of a relapse..."

"I would venture to speculate that this may be related to your Majesty's experiences in her youth. She suffered from extreme cold, and coupled with recent illness, the cold symptoms recurred with the onset of winter, triggering the old illness..."

Ji Wuyuan's face instantly became terribly gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

He was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Wantang, who was sleeping in his arms and frowning from time to time, and raised his hand to gently smooth her brows.

He spoke in a soft voice: "Is it... like this every year?"

Doctor Li didn't understand Ji Wuyuan's meaning for a moment. He raised his head in panic, stammering, not knowing how to answer.

Ji Wuyuan repeated, "Let me ask you, before this, did the cold symptoms in her body...recur every winter?"

Doctor Li bowed his head and answered truthfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty has been suffering from cold since childhood, so every winter, you are particularly sensitive to the cold..."

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang's pale little face, his heart aching again and again.

He couldn't help but wonder how she, a little girl, had survived all these years living alone in the countryside?

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel and the more heartbroken I feel.

His face was stern, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand and gently stroked Jiang Wantang's cheek, saying in a deep voice, "I don't care what method you use, you must cure her as soon as possible."

The imperial physicians kowtowed repeatedly and responded in unison: "We will do our best!"

"One more thing..."

"Your Majesty, please speak." The imperial physician said nervously.

Ji Wuyuan paused and said, "Will sexual pleasure cause menstrual pain? Is there a connection between the two?"

The doctors were stunned for a moment, and the leading doctor, Doctor Li, was the first to react and said, "In theory, as long as you don't have sex during your period, it shouldn't be a big deal. Also..."

At this point, Doctor Li was slightly speechless, not knowing whether he should speak or not.

Ji Wuyuan's face was impatient, and his voice was several degrees colder: "Just say it."

Doctor Li spoke cautiously, "Women are weaker than men. It's better to be moderate in bed..."

At the end of his speech, Doctor Li closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, not daring to look at Ji Wuyuan's expression.

Surprisingly, the latter not only did not get angry, but also responded with a faint "hmm".

Afterwards, they were asked to go back and prescribe medicine.

After everyone left, only he and Jiang Wantang were left in the bedroom.

Ji Wuyuan had people light calming incense in the hall, and all the items on the couch, including the quilt and pillow, were replaced with new ones.

The palace servants prepared hot water in the inner hall.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang who was already fast asleep in his arms, and gently carried her to the inner hall to wipe and clean her.

Finally, he laid her on the couch, covered her with the quilt, gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, and then stood up and walked out.

Inside the Changle Palace, the leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, was waiting there.

Seeing Ji Wuyuan coming out, he knelt down and saluted: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

Ji Wuyuan waved his hand and said coldly, "How is the progress of the matter I asked you to do?"

Fei Yu said seriously, "Everything is as Your Majesty expected, and it is progressing smoothly."

"Okay, I want you to do something right now..." Ji Wuyuan spoke again, his tone neither hurried nor slow, but the words he said were shocking enough to make people feel scared.

He said, "I want you to go to the Jiang Mansion and put those people in the water dungeon, and tell them it was my intention."

"Be more secretive and don't let anyone outside the Jiang Mansion find out..."