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

The next day, the mist dissipated, the sky brightened, and warm golden light shone through the clouds, gradually dispelling the cold winter air.

Behind layers of bright yellow shark-hair gauze curtains, on the spacious dragon couch, Jiang Wantang slowly woke up, forced his tired eyes open, looked at the bright yellow curtains above his head, and gradually regained consciousness.

This... is in Ji Wuyuan's Taiji Palace.

Ji Wuyuan was no longer by his side. It was obvious that he had been very busy recently.

Jiang Wantang moved her body, her waist felt sore and painful, and her whole body wasn't feeling much better either.

Recalling the crazy things they did in the imperial study last night, Jiang Wantang's face couldn't help but turn red again.

Since this man started having sex, his behavior has become even more reckless...

Such passionate, intense, infatuated and tender feelings made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Jiang Wantang sighed, rubbed his aching waist, and slowly moved off the couch.

The palace maids guarding outside the bedroom heard the noise and came in to help Jiang Wantang wash and dress.

After some tidying up, Wang Fuhai and a group of palace servants brought lunch over.

Palace attendants filed in, their steps light and graceful, carrying trays laden with delicacies, which they placed neatly on the table. The exquisite porcelain plates were filled with tempting dishes, steaming hot and fragrant...

Wang Fuhai walked up to Jiang Wantang, bowed with a smile, and spoke with just the right amount of respect: "Your Majesty, His Majesty is still in Xuanzheng Hall discussing important matters with the ministers. He has no time to spare to accompany you for dinner, so he specifically instructed this servant to come and serve you."

After saying this, he slightly turned sideways and extended his hand to signal Jiang Wantang to move to the main hall to eat.

Jiang Wantang nodded slightly and walked over gracefully. She glanced at the table full of dishes and asked Wang Fuhai, "Did Your Majesty eat on time?"

Wang Fuhai smiled and said, "I've already sent someone to serve the meal."

Jiang Wantang didn't say anything else.

After lunch, Jiang Wantang came out of Taiji Palace. The winter sun shone on her body, bringing a hint of warmth.

Yun Shang took her hand and helped her onto the imperial carriage, and the group walked along the palace road towards Changle Palace.

When passing by the Imperial Garden, Jiang Wantang saw from afar Xie Zhiyan, dressed in a crimson official robe, walking hurriedly out of the palace.

When Jiang Wantang looked over, Xie Zhiyan also noticed her and paused slightly.

After their eyes met briefly, Xie Zhiyan's expression was as complicated as the last time they met outside the imperial study.

Then, Xie Zhiyan withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.

"Thank you, sir..."

Jiang Wantang was the first to speak and called him.

Her voice was clear and contained a hint of smile.

Xie Zhiyan paused, turned around slowly, his face had returned to its usual calmness, and he bowed.

Jiang Wantang raised her hand, and the imperial carriage stopped. She got off the carriage and walked slowly towards Xie Zhiyan.

She looked at Xie Zhiyan with a half-smile and chuckled softly, "Why did Master Xie leave so quickly? Did he do something wrong?"

Xie Zhiyan looked at the "little fox" who was turning the tables and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. A hint of helplessness and pampering flashed in his eyes, but disappeared in a flash, and then he returned to his cold and jade-like appearance.

He curled his lips and smiled, and said softly, "Your Majesty, you are joking. What could this humble official do?"

Jiang Wantang tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes moving around as if she was carefully examining him. She drawled out, "Oh? Who would have known? Master Xie has been hiding this for a long time."

As she spoke, she changed the subject, her eyes showing a profound meaning: "However, I do have something I would like to ask Master Xie. I wonder if Master Xie could be so generous as to give me some advice?"

The smile on Xie Zhiyan's lips deepened, and he looked as if it was just as he expected.

"I know what you want to ask..."

"Before that, I want to ask you a question."

After he finished speaking, the light in his eyes darkened a little, but soon returned to normal.

Jiang Wantang clearly saw the complex emotions surging in his eyes.

He said, "In your opinion, which is more important, investigating the Nangong clan or investigating your brother Jiang Huaizhou?"

Jiang Wantang was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect him to suddenly ask such a question.

Between the two...

Jiang Wantang was startled and immediately alerted, "What do you mean, sir?"

"What is the relationship between my brother and the Nangong family?"

"Because of Nangong Liuli?"

Facing Jiang Wantang's series of questions, Xie Zhiyan's eyes were calm, but if you looked closely, you would find that there was an imperceptible solemnity and darkness hidden in them.

After a moment of silence, he chuckled and said, "I'm just asking casually. After all, it's not impossible."

"If you can only choose one of the two, what will you choose?"

Jiang Wantang said without hesitation, "Of course my brother is more important."

Xie Zhiyan looked at her and smiled, his smile carrying an unintentional tenderness: "If that's the case, then don't investigate further."

"Just like that, continue to live your life peacefully."

He paused, his expression becoming more serious. "The truth of a matter is sometimes not that important. Living happily is what matters most."

These words really don't sound like they came from the mouth of Xie Zhiyan, the dignified Chief Justice of the Dali Temple.

Jiang Wantang looked at him, stunned for a moment.

After that, there was a long silence, and neither of them spoke again.

On the way back to Changle Palace, Jiang Wantang was thinking about what Xie Zhiyan said.

She suddenly realized that it wasn't that she couldn't find it.

But someone didn't want her to find out.

As for who this person is...

The corners of Jiang Wantang's lips curled up into a faint smile, but it was full of indescribable self-mockery and bitterness.

As expected, they still couldn't be truly...honest with each other.

Whether it's him or her.

But Jiang Wantang felt that this was normal.

The warmth and tenderness of the past few days almost made her forget that he was an emperor after all.

The so-called sincerity and honesty is a precious oath.

Since this relationship is destined to be mixed with lies, her concealment becomes guilt-free.

......

Time flies and many days have passed.

As time goes by, the winter chill becomes more and more severe.

Ji Wuyuan still seemed very busy every day, but no matter how busy he was, he would always make time to accompany Jiang Wantang for meals and bedtime.

Since that day, Jiang Wantang no longer continued to investigate the affairs of the Nangong clan.

It’s not that she gave up, but since he was determined to stop her, he would definitely not let her find out anything.

However, this made Jiang Wantang even more convinced that he was related to Empress Dowager Wende and the Nangong clan.

She didn't blame Ji Wuyuan.

Because, if it were her, it would be the same.

It's another cold winter day...

That day, Jiang Wantang, wearing a pink, wide-sleeved winter dress and a thick, snow-white fox fur coat, stood alone under a bare tree in Changle Courtyard, staring at the gray sky before her, lost in thought...