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

The dark grey clouds, like a huge and heavy stone slab, pressed down heavily on the sky above the capital, and the entire world seemed to be plunged into chaos.

The cold wind was like a sharp blade, whistling and sweeping over, cutting people's faces painfully.

Yun Shang saw Jiang Wantang standing in the courtyard, lost in thought, for a long time. She tightened her cloak, grabbed a few hot water bottles, and walked over, saying, "Sister, looking at the sky, I'm afraid it's going to snow tonight."

Jiang Wantang smiled and murmured, "Yeah, it's going to snow again..."

The cold wind howled as it streamed in from outside the courtyard. Yun Shang couldn't help but shiver. She subconsciously leaned closer to Jiang Wantang, then tightly grasped her arm, her tone full of concern, "Sister, it's freezing cold in this courtyard. It's very cold. You should go in and take a look."

Jiang Wantang smiled, a gentle smile on her lips. She raised her hand and gently patted Yun Shang's hand, her voice soft but serious: "You go in first, don't catch a cold, I want to stay here for a while, it's okay, don't worry.

After hearing this, Yun Shang was still worried and repeatedly reminded her, "Sister, please don't stay too long. If you feel cold, you must return to the palace immediately."

Seeing Jiang Wantang nod in agreement, she walked into the hall, looking back every few steps.

After Yun Shang left, Jiang Wantang's smile gradually faded, and he continued to look at the increasingly dark sky.

Jiang Wantang stood there quietly, completely unaware of the biting cold wind around her.

Soon, a pair of strong arms gently wrapped around her from behind, the movements were gentle yet a bit domineering, holding her firmly in his arms.

Jiang Wantang fell into a warm embrace, and a familiar, refreshing scent mixed with the aroma of ambergris instantly surrounded her.

Then, the warm black cloak wrapped her tightly, isolating her from all the coldness from the outside world.

Ji Wuyuan leaned slightly over her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ears, his voice gentle and low: "It's so cold, why are you standing alone in this courtyard, huh?"

The ending of his tone rose slightly, with a hint of anger, but also seemed to be full of endless doting.

Jiang Wantang's body stiffened for only a moment, then she relaxed, leaning against his embrace and whispering, "Your Majesty, are you done?"

Ji Wuyuan hugged her tighter, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. "I'm wrong. I've been busy with government affairs lately and neglected Tang'er."

After saying that, he gently turned her body so that she was facing him.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang's cheeks which were red from the cold wind, his eyes showing heartache. His warm big hands gently stroked her cheeks, full of pity and deep love.

"Tang'er has a delicate body, please don't let yourself get cold again, I will be sad..."

"Tang'er, is there something on your mind?"

"Can you tell me?"

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes and met his concerned gaze. Her watery eyes were pure and clear. She smiled and said, "No."

"I just looked at the weather and it seems like it's going to snow soon..."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes to look at the sky, but there was a trace of unspeakable sadness in his eyes, which soon subsided.

He repeated calmly, "Yes, it's going to snow soon."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Wantang in his arms without blinking, his affectionate eyes filled with some complex emotions that were difficult to see through.

"Tang'er..." Ji Wuyuan called her name, his deep voice carrying a hint of temptation: "How about moving up the wedding date? Let's get married by the end of the year?"

As he spoke, his fingers unconsciously tightened slightly.

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, then looked into his deep and complex pupils.

"Your Majesty, this...isn't it too hasty?"

"By the end of the year, is it too late?"

Now, there is less than a month left until the end of the year. The wedding of the emperor and empress is extraordinary, and the preparation procedures for each detail are also quite complicated and arduous.

In addition, at the end of the year, the palace was busy with many affairs...

Ji Wuyuan smiled nonchalantly and said, "As long as Tang'er is willing, it's not too late."

He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his movements were infinitely affectionate, and his tone was gentle: "Tang'er, I don't want to wait anymore..."

"These days, I've been dreaming about marrying you, making you my wife, and the queen of Dasheng."

"Marry me soon, okay?"

After saying that, he hugged Jiang Wantang tightly, buried his head in her neck, and greedily sniffed the unique fragrance on her body.

Jiang Wantang raised her hands and hugged him back, whispering softly in his ear, "Okay."

Hearing this, Ji Wuyuan held her tighter, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

That night, the gauze curtains in the Changle Palace's bedroom were lowered...

On the couch, Ji Wuyuan hugged Jiang Wantang, wanting her more fiercely than ever before.

Outside, it was the dead of winter, and the wind was howling...

Inside the house, the warmth and warmth are high...

The flickering candlelight casts an ambiguous silhouette on the gauze curtain...

On the couch, Ji Wuyuan's hands tightly clasped Jiang Wantang's waist. The woman beneath him was like an unfolding, beautiful painting. Her misty eyes, glistening tears clinging to her long eyelashes, were about to fall. Her red lips parted, her cheeks flushed. Every subtle expression and movement could drive a man crazy...

The kisses fell on her body, collarbone, waist, abdomen, belly button...

Jiang Wantang felt his lips falling on her, touching every inch of her skin with extreme tenderness and care, with the devotion and meticulous care of a believer...

The temperature is so hot that it can almost burn people.

He hugged her tightly and called her name over and over again, as if only in this way could he truly feel that she was by his side and belonged to him completely.

Like an uneasy person, eager to keep something.

The winter night was long, and at some point, the sky began to snow softly...

As the night deepened, the snow fell heavier. The fierce wind, carrying large flakes of snow, suddenly knocked open a corner of the window sill. Moonlight mixed with the snow, and a trace of white light quietly came in from the gap, as if quietly peeking into the beauty of this room...