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

Nangong Liuli's gaze was fixed on the yellowed portrait in Jiang Wantang's hand, and a hint of unconcealable surprise flashed in her eyes.

There was no other reason. The woman in the portrait was not only the Empress Dowager Wende of that time, but also her aunt, Nangong Yihua.

But Nangong Liuli, who had lived in the Nangong family since childhood, had never heard anyone mention anything about her, and didn't even know she existed.

The name 'Nangong Yihua' seemed to have been deliberately erased long ago, without even a trace left.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it were not for this return to Beijing, Nangong Liuli would never have known by chance that their Nangong family had produced such a legendary and mysterious woman.

However, what shocked Nangong Liuli was that such a living person who should have left a deep mark in history books disappeared so completely.

The records about her were almost completely erased, leaving only a cold record: "In xxxx, Empress Dowager Wende suddenly fell ill and passed away in the palace.

The name 'Nangong Yihua' does not even appear in the Nangong family genealogy.

Her existence seems like an unspeakable taboo.

Nangong Liuli's gaze lingered on the portrait for a long time. The face of the woman in the painting was almost exactly the same as Jiang Wantang's. The elegance and nobility between her eyebrows and eyes seemed to have transcended time and overlapped with them.

A hint of jealousy and unwillingness that was hard to conceal flashed in her deep eyes, and the waves in her heart could no longer calm down.

Why?

Why are they all descendants of the Nangong family, but only Jiang Wantang has such a naturally beautiful appearance?

Why can she enjoy such wealth and glory with peace of mind, while she has to bear such a deep blood feud, leave her hometown, be trampled upon by others, and barely struggle to survive until today?

Thinking of this, Nangong Liuli looked at Jiang Wantang with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She sneered, her voice tinged with sarcasm, "Your Highness is truly capable. After all these years, you were still able to find her portrait."

"I guess you know a lot, so I'll just be frank..."

As she spoke, Nangong Liuli's eyes were as cold as a sword, piercing straight at Jiang Wantang: "Now that you know your own life experience, you should understand at whose hands all nine members of our Nangong clan died."

"Now that your enemy is right before your eyes, and you're with him day and night, won't you have nightmares when you wake up in the middle of the night?"

"Have you ever thought of finishing him off with a single blow and avenging the nine clans of the Nangong clan?"

"Or are you so greedy for immediate wealth and glory that you're willing to indulge your enemy's pleasures," she said, her words filled with sarcasm and disdain, "without a care for the deep blood feud between us?"

The cold questioning voices rang out in my ears.

Jiang Wantang's expression did not change, she remained calm and composed. Her gaze lingered on the portrait for a moment, she gently put it away, then raised her eyes to look at Nangong Liuli.

She slightly curled the corners of her lips, her smile was faint, but there was a hint of coldness in her eyes, like the icicles in the depths of a cold pond, piercing people's hearts.

Her tone was calm and somewhat nonchalant: "Background?"

"What's your life experience?"

"Miss Nangong, why don't you explain it more clearly."

Nangong Liuli's expression suddenly changed when she heard this, and anger almost burst out of her eyes. She took a step forward, her voice sharp and fierce, as if she wanted to tear Jiang Wantang's disguise apart: "Jiang Wantang, at this point, what are you still pretending for?

"The fact that you are a descendant of the Nangong family is an indisputable fact!"

"Do you think you can escape all this by pretending not to know? Do you think you can pretend this blood feud never happened?"

Jiang Wantang remained calm, even raising his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on his sleeves. He said nonchalantly, "Yes, so what?"

"I don't even care about my blood relatives, let alone a clan I've never met."

"Those so-called blood ties and family ties mean nothing to me."

"I will only care about those who treat me well."

At this point, Jiang Wantang smiled, a cold smile: "As for the blood feud you mentioned, what does it have to do with me?"

"It is you, not me, who enjoys the Nangong family's upbringing, favor, and honor."

"You!" Nangong Liuli was so angry that she was shaking all over. She pointed at Jiang Wantang's nose and cursed, "Are you really going to betray your ancestors and marry your enemy?"

"Don't you care about the blood feud of the nine Nangong clans at all?"

Jiang Wantang slowly raised her eyes, her gaze cold, her smile bright and charming: "So what if I care, so what if I don't care?"

“Nangong Liuli, if you are really capable, why don’t you go and take revenge yourself?”

"Why are you entangled with me here...?"

Nangong Liuli was forced to take a half step back by her gaze, as if a basin of ice water was poured over her head. She gritted her teeth and said, "Jiang Wantang, you have a really hard and cold heart!"

"I will definitely avenge the Nangong family!"

"But I will never let you get away with it like this," Nangong Liuli's eyes widened, filled with cruelty. She said in a cold voice as if it was a matter of course: "As a descendant of the Nangong family, you should live in pain and hatred like me."

"Since you don't care about the blood feud of the Nangong Nine Clan, then what about your brother Jiang Huaizhou?"

"He treats you very well..."

Before she finished her words, Jiang Wantang suddenly stood up, and her originally calm face was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

Her eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing straight at Nangong Liuli, her voice low and cold: "What did you say?"

Nangong Liuli saw this and raised a hint of sneer at the corner of her lips: "What? Are you finally anxious?

A cold light flashed in Jiang Wantang's eyes, and she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Nangong Liuli's neck. Her fingers tightened like iron clamps, and the force was so great that she almost broke Nangong Liuli's neck.

Nangong Liuli was caught off guard, her face flushed instantly, and she instinctively grabbed Jiang Wantang's wrist with both hands, but was unable to move it at all.

Jiang Wantang leaned close to her ear, his voice as cold and low as the whisper from the depths of hell, carrying a bone-chilling chill: "Just try and touch him!"

Nangong Liuli was having trouble breathing, but her eyes were still filled with mockery and sarcasm. She managed a cold smile and said intermittently, "Jiang Wantang...it's not me...it's...the person next to you..."

Jiang Wantang's fingers tightened even more, and the coldness in his eyes intensified. "Hmph, stop trying to sow discord here."

Nangong Liuli's face turned from red to purple, and the light in her eyes gradually faded, but her smile became more and more wanton: "What...?"

"Are you... scared... and don't dare... to listen anymore?"