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

Shi Feng and Shi Lin followed beside him, and were shocked when they heard these words.

Yes, their prince never thought of letting go...

He just... couldn't bear to snatch it again.

Shi Feng couldn't hold it in any longer and said anxiously, "Your Majesty! Why are you doing this?"

"The Second Miss Jiang will soon become the Queen, and she will undoubtedly be the most noble woman in the world."

"You are so persistent, but you are just deceiving yourself!"

A hint of self-mockery and pain flashed across Ji Wuwang's eyes, but was quickly replaced by a look of firmness and determination.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his heart, which was throbbing with pain, and said calmly, "It's okay to deceive yourself or to be stubborn and refusing to change."

"I owe it to her, and I owe it to myself."

After saying this, Ji Wuwang whipped his horse whip fiercely and continued to gallop towards the capital.

In the wind and snow, his cold back seemed particularly lonely, yet with a sense of determination.

Shi Lin and Shi Feng looked at each other and saw helplessness and worry in each other's eyes.

Shi Lin sighed and said the same thing: "Let's go, follow the prince."

"No matter what, we will follow the prince until our death and protect his safety."

Shi Feng gritted his teeth, jumped on his horse, and said bitterly, "The prince has really gone crazy!"

"For a woman, he even gave up his life!"

Shi Lin shook his head and said helplessly in a low voice: "Perhaps... this is the most terrifying thing about the word "love."

Regardless of the consequences, regardless of life or death, bang your head against the wall...

The two said no more and rode their horses to catch up.

In the biting wind and snow, the figures of the three people gradually moved away and finally disappeared in the vast snowfield.

At the same time, deep inside the palace.

In Changle Palace, Ji Wuyuan picked up Jiang Wantang, who had fallen asleep in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom.

Just as they were about to rest together, Wang Fuhai hurried forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ji Wuyuan frowned slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head to glance at Jiang Wantang who was sleeping soundly in his arms, gently pulled away, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and looked at her peaceful sleeping face with deep eyes.

After a long time, Ji Wuyuan leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.

After he left, Jiang Wantang, who was originally "soundly asleep" on the couch, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes clear.

She sat up gently, walked to the windowsill, opened the window, and let the biting cold wind pour in...

Jiang Wantang stood alone in front of the window, quietly looking at the cold moon in the sky and the snowflakes flying all over the sky, her eyes full of complicated expressions.

Outside the window, the cold wind blew snowflakes against the window frame, and the biting coldness was very similar to the winter day when Jiang Wantang was abandoned by the Jiang couple and sent out of the capital overnight when she was six years old.

It also resembles the cold, snowy night when I fell to my death in my previous life...

The falling snowflakes were flying in the air with the wind. Jiang Wantang looked at them and unconsciously raised her hand to reach out from the window. Her wide white sleeves slid down to her elbows, revealing a frosty white wrist.

Snowflakes fell softly on her palms, touching her warm skin and quickly melting into a drop of crystal water, sliding down the lines of her palms like a silent tear...

Jiang Wantang lowered his eyes and stared at the wetness in his palm, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

The smile was so faint that it was almost invisible, but it carried a hint of indescribable complexity and sadness.

"You can't catch snow..." She murmured softly, her voice coming from far away, light and airy, like a dream that would shatter at the touch of a finger, "But some people just want to catch it."

"He is, and so am I..."

He thought that by hiding everything, he could keep it secret from everyone...

She thought that letting go of the past, giving up her curiosity, not investigating, not asking, and just living a peaceful and stable life with him as empress, wouldn't be a bad thing...

pity......

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang smiled self-deprecatingly, then slowly withdrew her hand. The cold wind blew her hair and brushed across her cheek, bringing a biting chill.

But she seemed not to feel the cold, just standing there quietly, letting the wind and snow surround her.

Under the cover of moonlight and snow, Jiang Wantang's figure appeared particularly cold and thin.

After standing for a long time, Jiang Wantang gently closed the window and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

At this moment, a black figure flashed by in the shadow of the palace wall in the distance.

Ji Wuyuan did not come back that night.

A few days passed in a flash, and it was Yunshang's wedding day.

Changle Palace was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, creating a festive atmosphere.

Yun Shang was wearing a gorgeous bright red wedding dress and sitting in front of a bronze mirror. Jiang Wantang took the bride's luxurious phoenix crown from the palace maid and put it on her personally.

After finishing her makeup, Yun Shang looked at herself in the bronze mirror, dressed in red and gorgeous, and her eyes became slightly red.

"Sister, Yun Shang is getting married..."

I can't be with you all the time...

Her nose felt sore and her voice was choked with sobs.

Jiang Wantang understood the hidden meaning behind her words. She gently hugged Yun Shang from behind and comforted her softly, "Silly girl, all good things must come to an end..."

"But no matter what, you will always be my Jiang Wantang's sister."

"In the future, think more about yourself in everything. Don't let others bully you when I'm not around."

"Sister...you..." Yun Shang's shoulders trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with tears: "I...I'm worried about you..."

"Silly girl," Jiang Wantang's voice was gentle and firm, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter. She said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Yun Shang raised her head and looked at Jiang Wantang with tearful eyes, her voice trembling: "Really?"

Jiang Wantang smiled and said "hmm", raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Today is your big day, you can't cry so hard that your face is red."

At this moment, there was suddenly a loud sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums outside.

The palace maid came to report that it was Lu Jinan, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, who came to pick up the bride.

The wedding procession was waiting at the palace gate.

The weather was freezing cold and the roads were slippery due to the snow. In order to prevent Jiang Wantang from personally sending Yun Shang to the palace gate and getting cold, Ji Wuyuan allowed Lu Jinan to enter the palace to welcome the bride.

Jiang Wantang took Yun Shang's hand and walked out slowly.

When they were about to reach the palace gate, Jiang Wantang saw Lu Jinan, who was also wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a cheerful face and a bright smile.

Even though she knew that Lu Jinan would treat Yun Shang well, protect her, and love her...

But Jiang Wantang's disappointment did not ease at all.

This was especially true when he handed Yun Shang's hand to Lu Jinan.

Looking at the two people leaving together, Jiang Wantang couldn't help but tear up.

"Yun Shang," she called out softly, and then said, "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you will always be my sister."

Yun Shang shuddered when she heard that and paused, but then she heard Jiang Wantang continue, "Go forward, don't look back."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

Yun Shang's tears fell silently. She nodded vigorously, her voice choked with sobs: "Sister... take care!"