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

For Jiang Huaizhou's sake, Jiang Wantang finally begged Ji Wuyuan to release the people from the Jiang Mansion from the water prison.

After the two got married, Nangong Liuli seemed to be too quiet, keeping to herself, being well-behaved, and not doing anything inappropriate.

Everything inside and outside the court was calm and peaceful, and the entire harem was peaceful and harmonious. Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

The only thing that had not made any progress was the matter between Empress Dowager Wende and the Nangong clan, which she had been secretly investigating.

Ever since Concubine Yu left, all related clues seemed to have been cut off.

Even on Nangong Liuli, no clues could be found.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Jiang Wantang felt.

For a moment, I couldn’t describe the feeling in my heart.

She thought something must have gone wrong somewhere.

Jiang Wantang stood in the corridor for a long time. The biting cold wind whistled past, ruffling her hair wantonly, but she was completely unaware.

It was not until Yun Shang finished her work and came to remind her that she came to her senses and looked at the darkening sky.

Looking at the time, Ji Wuyuan should be almost done with his work.

Ji Wuyuan seemed to be very busy these days, not only him, but she as well.

The wedding of the emperor and empress is scheduled for the beginning of next year, which is two months later.

Although Ji Wuyuan had already instructed the people from the Ministry of Rites on all matters, big and small, many details still needed to be decided by her and Ji Wuyuan personally.

He carefully arranged everything concerning her and did everything himself.

Thinking about it carefully, Ji Wuyuan seemed to have not had a good rest and had not eaten on time in recent days.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang sighed softly, took the stewed ginseng chicken soup, and walked towards the imperial study.

As soon as I reached the door of the imperial study, I saw Xie Zhiyan coming out with a bad look on his face.

Jiang Wantang was about to say something when he saw the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Doctor Li, walking out.

The latter came out in a hurry, with a look of solemnity and panic on his face.

Jiang Wantang's heart sank, and he immediately felt something was wrong. He quickly asked, "Is His Majesty ill?"

Xie Zhiyan looked at her with a complicated expression and said nothing.

Jiang Wantang turned to look at Doctor Li behind him, his tone becoming a little colder: "How is Your Majesty?"

Doctor Li knelt on the ground in panic, and then hesitantly said, "Your Majesty, His Majesty is fine."

"If you don't believe it, just go in and you'll know."

Just at this moment, Wang Fuhai walked out, looked at Jiang Wantang, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, His Majesty is waiting for you inside."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wantang said nothing more and walked straight into the imperial study.

In the imperial study, warm fragrance wafted in the air.

The warm air is filled with the faint scent of ink.

Ji Wuyuan leaned lazily on the dragon throne. Seeing Jiang Wantang approaching, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "You little heartless person, you finally came to see me..."

Jiang Wantang walked quickly to his side and looked at him carefully again and again. Seeing that his face looked normal and everything seemed normal, the worry in her heart was slightly relieved.

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her with amusement: "What's wrong?"

"Why is Tang'er suddenly so nervous?"

Jiang Wantang glared at him unhappily and asked angrily, "Why did Your Majesty suddenly call Doctor Li over?"

"But you've been overworked lately and you're not feeling well?"

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were full of understanding for a moment.

Then he smiled, reached out and calmly pulled Jiang Wantang into his arms, sitting her on his lap.

He kissed her eyebrows and looked at her with a gentle smile: "Why, Tang'er, are you worried about me?"

Jiang Wantang said in embarrassment, "No."

"I just happened to meet Doctor Li at the door and asked casually."

Ji Wuyuan chuckled, pulling Jiang Wantang closer to him. His low, yet alluring voice rang in her ears, "Isn't Tang'er the one who knows best whether I'm feeling unwell?"

"Last night, we..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wantang blushed and punched and pushed him with her fists.

Ji Wuyuan laughed even more wantonly. He raised his hand, grasped her fist, and kissed it on his lips. His tone was extremely innocent: "When Tang'er was clinging to me on the couch last night, she wasn't so ruthless?"

"Why, after getting off the bed..."

Jiang Wantang's face flushed red, and she quickly reached out to cover his mouth to stop him from speaking.

Ji Wuyuan knew that she was thin-skinned, so he stopped teasing him.

Jiang Wantang got up from his arms and placed the ginseng chicken soup she brought on the imperial table.

Ji Wuyuan just took a sip out of courtesy and stopped drinking.

Seeing this, Jiang Wantang asked, "Your Majesty doesn't like it?"

Ji Wuyuan smiled, his tone ambiguous: "I don't want to eat this."

Jiang Wantang took over his words naturally: "Then what would your majesty like to eat?"

"You." Ji Wuyuan supported his head with one hand on the imperial desk, looking at her deeply.

Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly widened. Before she could react, Ji Wuyuan suddenly stood up, grabbed her waist with one hand, and pressed her down on the imperial desk.

"you......"

Jiang Wantang had just opened her mouth when the rest of her words were blocked by Ji Wuyuan's passionate kiss.

His kiss was eager and passionate, and his big hands tightly clasped Jiang Wantang's waist, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

Jiang Wantang felt her brain go blank for a moment, and all her consciousness was immersed in his gentle yet domineering kiss.

He kissed her more deeply than ever before, as if he wanted to ask for something through this kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, his lips landed on her ear, and his low, hoarse voice said, "Tang'er, stay with me forever, okay?"

Jiang Wantang's cheeks flushed, his eyes blurred, and he gasped slightly, "Your Majesty, this is the imperial study..."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were stained with a charming red, and his smile was somewhat wicked. He said in a bewitching tone: "Tang'er, you haven't tried it here yet, do you want to..."

His fiery hands gently outlined her slender figure, and the kiss he placed on her became deeper and deeper...

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Jiang Wantang murmured softly, her peach blossom eyes shrouded in mist, and the red teardrop mole at the corners of her eyes made her look charming and attractive.

"Call me Ayuan..." Ji Wuyuan coaxed softly.

"A Yuan..."

Soon, the sound of brush, ink, paper and inkstone falling to the ground could be heard from the imperial study...

Wang Fuhai, who was standing outside the door, heard the noise and was about to go in to take a look. As soon as he turned around, he heard a blushing and heart-pounding sound coming from inside...

Wang Fuhai reacted instantly, so he tactfully stood guard at the door and closed the door of the palace.