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

"Your Majesty..." Fei Yu raised his head in surprise, a look of bewilderment on his face, and stammered, "Then...where is Minister Jiang?"

"Except him." Ji Wuyuan said with a gloomy face.

Fei Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "But right now, the Jiang family is preparing for Minister Jiang's wedding. What's the excuse for throwing them all into the dungeon at this critical moment?"

Ji Wuyuan sneered, his tone cold: "Infringing the Holy Wrath."

"Also, the water in the water dungeon must be... ice water."

Feiyu's pupils trembled suddenly. It was already winter, and soaking in cold water was unbearable for ordinary people, let alone those pampered masters and young ladies.

Then, this soak in ice water...isn't it fatal?

No matter how deserving of death the people of the Jiang Mansion are, they are still relatives of the Imperial Concubine in name!

How can you execute someone at will?

Your Majesty, this action... is inappropriate!

Thinking of this, Fei Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, it's winter now, and the imperial concubine's sister had a miscarriage a few days ago. I'm afraid this family of old, weak, women and children won't be able to survive soaking in ice water for long..."

"They won't last long..." Ji Wuyuan repeated the words, his eyes reddening, his tone suddenly turning cold, his gaze piercing Feiyu like a blade: "Are you pleading for them?"

The powerful aura around him instantly condensed, as if the air had frozen.

Fei Yu fell to his knees with a plop, his forehead pressed against the ground, his back soaked with sweat. He said in panic, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I dared not. I spoke too much!"

"Back then, when they sent a six-year-old girl to a remote village in the mountains to fend for herself in the dead of winter, why didn't they consider whether she would survive?"

Ji Wuyuan's voice was icy cold, and every word seemed to be wrapped in frost.

"Now, I just want them to have a taste of the biting cold."

Ji Wuyuan chuckled as he spoke, the smile on his lips cold and sinister. "But I am merciful and will not let them suffer. They are Tang'er's parents. How can I let them die at my hands?"

"I want them to live well and enjoy the long and painful days ahead."

"Did you understand what I said?"

"Yes, I understand!" Fei Yu raised his head in surprise, with a look of fear still on his face.

What else is there to not understand? The Jiang family has offended His Majesty!

After explaining other matters, Ji Wuyuan turned and walked towards the bedroom.

As the night deepens, the moonlight outside the window is like water, and everything is silent.

In the bedroom, Jiang Wantang slept quietly on the couch, his breathing steady and his brows relaxed.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her peaceful sleeping face and suppressed the coldness in his body.

He lay on the couch, his warm body hugging Jiang Wantang's, and a warm big hand gently stroked her lower abdomen, caressing her all night long.

The next day, in the dim morning light, soft rays of light filtered through the carved window lattices and quietly fell onto the bed.

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Ji Wuyuan's enchantingly handsome face.

And she lay in his arms, wrapped in warmth.

From her perspective, his eyes were narrow and long, his eyelashes were thick and long, his eyebrows were overly delicate, and when he smiled, he looked like a bewitching male vixen.

Jiang Wantang looked at him and couldn't help but raise her hand to gently touch his eyebrows...

Until a low, hoarse chuckle suddenly sounded in my ears, and the man who had his eyes closed slowly opened them. His deep and gentle eyes were full of smiles: "Awake?"

Jiang Wantang felt embarrassed and ashamed as if she had been caught peeking. She lowered her head and buried her head in Ji Wuyuan's arms.

The latter raised his hand and touched her head, tucking the black hair scattered beside her cheeks behind her ears bit by bit. There was an indescribable tenderness in his actions and words.

He asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Want to get some more sleep, huh?"

Jiang Wantang shook his head, and a muffled voice came from his arms: "It's not uncomfortable anymore..."

Ji Wuyuan smiled, and finally he let go of the worry that had been hanging in the air all night.

Knowing that Jiang Wantang was shy, he pretended to know nothing. He sat up calmly and gently supported her head: "Tang'er, you've been busy for half the night. Are you hungry?"

"I asked the imperial kitchen to prepare some nourishing soup and medicinal porridge for you. Would you like to get up and have some?"

Jiang Wantang nodded.

Ji Wuyuan covered her with the quilt and got up to serve the meal.

Jiang Wantang raised her hand and grabbed his sleeve, then belatedly said, "Your Majesty, don't you have to attend the morning court today?"

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and touched her head, his tone gentle: "I'll accompany you to finish the meal, then I'll go."

After saying that, he stood up.

Jiang Wantang looked at the bright sky outside and blinked.

......

Before Ji Wuyuan went to the morning court, he repeatedly reminded Jiang Wantang that she had to rest well on the couch and recuperate all day.

Outside the window, the warm winter sun shines through the sparse branches, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Inside the house, the fire is burning brightly, and the warm fragrance is everywhere...

Jiang Wantang was lying bored on the beauty couch by the window, with a thick velvet blanket under her and a snow-white fox fur coat draped over her body.

She leaned lazily on the couch, reading the storybook while thinking about Yun Shang who would be returning to Beijing in a few days.

At the same time, there is the matter of Nangong Liuli and his brother.

Since the day of the palace banquet, she had people keep a close eye on Nangong Liuli who was at the inn.

Strangely enough, she stayed in the inn obediently for many days and never took a step out.

During this period, only her brother Jiang Huaizhou would occasionally visit her, but he didn't stay for long, and the two of them were affectionate but polite.

It seems that Nangong Liuli has really changed her temperament and is behaving in a law-abiding manner.

But Jiang Wantang wouldn't believe it.

While he was thinking, Xiuzhu came in hurriedly and said that someone outside the palace wanted to see him.

Jiang Wantang nodded slightly, and soon Xiuzhu came in with Xu, the housekeeper of the Jiang Mansion.

As soon as Butler Xu entered the inner hall, he immediately knelt and said respectfully, "Your Highness, may you be well. I, your Majesty, have come to visit you on your Majesty's orders."

After saying that, he took out a letter from home from his pocket and held it high with both hands.

Jiang Wantang looked at him with a sneer and didn't answer.

Upon seeing this, Butler Xu understood what was happening and simply and clearly explained the sudden change that had occurred in the Jiang Mansion last night.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wantang put down the notebook in his hand, said nothing, and looked thoughtful.

Seeing this, Butler Xu continued, "Madam, the Master and the Madam are both elderly. The Third Miss had a miscarriage last month, and the Eldest Miss...it's winter now. How could they possibly endure living in a dark, cold, and damp place like a water dungeon?"