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

In the light of the fire, Jiang Wantang's first sight was Ji Wuyuan, who was leading the group and wearing a dark-colored dragon robe woven with gold. He was riding on a tall and mighty black horse, his posture straight as a pine tree. The golden lines and dark patterns on his robe were faintly visible in the firelight. The aura he exuded was like a sharp and thin blade, with a murderous aura that was bound to draw blood once the horse was unsheathed.

At first glance, he looked like a Shura walking out of the night, terrifying and appalling.

Behind him stood a dense mass of imperial guards, each clad in heavy black armor and wielding long spears, their tips gleaming coldly in the firelight. It was like an impenetrable steel jungle, a chilling and oppressive aura bearing down on him...

Ji Wuyuan and his horse stood steadily in the center of the prison gate. His pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, as deep as a cold pond, fell directly on Jiang Wantang with an indescribable chill.

"It's a cold night. Where do you want to go, my beloved concubine?"

Jiang Wantang clenched his fists, his expression cold, and said nothing.

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his eyes, looked down at her, and spoke in a cold voice: "Tang'er, come here."

Cold, decisive, and unquestionable.

The cold wind whistled past, and his dragon robe with gold edges rustled in the wind. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread on the robe came alive, showing off his supreme imperial power.

Jiang Wantang looked at him coldly, standing there without moving.

Ji Wuyuan sat upright on the horse's back, his expression cold, with a hint of anger surging in the depths of his black eyes.

With a smile on his lips, he spoke again: "Tang'er is really naughty. Didn't you agree to wait for me in Changle Palace and not go anywhere?"

"As long as you come over, I will pretend that what happened tonight never happened."

"Tang'er, be obedient and come here, okay?"

His tone was not as cold as before, but gentle.

If it weren't for the obvious threat in the words, it would really sound like the whispers between lovers...

Jiang Wantang smiled sarcastically and said nothing.

She resisted with silence.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, a loud noise was heard from the door of the cell.

When Jiang Wantang realized that something was wrong, he locked the prison door from the outside when he came out, so as to prevent Xie Zhiyan from coming out and implicating him.

Almost in an instant, the prison door was kicked open from the inside.

Jiang Wantang didn't care about anything else and turned around and ran into the prison.

She knew very well that she and her brother had no way to escape today, but at least they should not implicate Xie Zhiyan.

Jiang Wantang's movements were so fast that Ji Wuyuan's face turned pale. Before he could react, he saw her running in.

Ji Wuyuan was so angry that he was about to dismount and personally catch this "disobedient little cat" when he saw Jiang Wantang holding a gleaming dagger with the blade against Xie Zhiyan's neck.

She held Xie Zhiyan hostage and walked out slowly step by step.

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his black eyes dangerously, clenched his fists, and terrifying anger burst out from his whole body.

It was the anger of being betrayed and deceived.

He spoke, his voice forced through his teeth, filled with intense anger and murderous intent: "Jiang Wantang, you'd better not challenge my bottom line again and again!"

A powerful and fierce aura of pressure suddenly came towards him like an overwhelming tidal wave.

Faced with Ji Wuyuan's anger, Jiang Wantang could only pretend to be calm.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes sweeping across the layers of surrounding Royal Guards, and finally looked at Ji Wuyuan with an unyielding and determined gaze. Her voice was crisp but cold: "Tell your people to retreat!"

"Otherwise, I will kill him immediately!" As she said this, she moved the dagger in her hand closer to Xie Zhiyan's neck, but did not really touch him.

Xie Zhiyan was being held hostage, but his expression was unusually calm. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Jiang Wantang with a dark and complex look in his eyes.

"Don't do anything stupid..." he warned softly.

In fact, as early as when they were in prison, Xie Zhiyan had already proposed to lead them to break out of the siege.

However, Jiang Wantang refused.

Xie Zhiyan understood that she didn't want to drag him down.

What Jiang Wantang didn't know was that in a place where no one could see, Xie Zhiyan's hand was always on his weapon, ready to fight and poised to strike.

He had long been prepared to give everything for her.

Even if it's this life.

Ji Wuyuan sneered, his red eyes filled with bloodshot, brewing a storm: "Okay, go ahead!"

"Kill him!"

Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly tightened, and she subconsciously took a step back under Ji Wuyuan's cold and murderous gaze.

Her hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

Ji Wuyuan pursed his thin lips as he watched this scene, the anger in his heart almost swallowing him up.

He wants to kill someone...

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly. The smile did not reach his eyes, which were cold and creepy.

He said: "Since Tang'er is reluctant to do it, then I can only come to help you..."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled, and before she could react, she saw Ji Wuyuan pull out the bow and arrow hanging on the horse's back. His hand with distinct finger bones pulled the bowstring to its full length without any hesitation.

The arrow emitted a cold, sharp, and dazzling light, pointing directly at Xie Zhiyan.

As he took aim, Xie Zhiyan also looked at him.

The two equally imposing men looked at each other, both with complex and deep eyes.

Xie Zhiyan smiled casually, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Ji Wuyuan looked at him and unconsciously tightened the bow and arrow in his hand, but if you look closely, you will find that those seemingly steady hands are shaking slightly.

"No!" Seeing this, Jiang Wantang quickly put down the dagger in his hand, stepped forward and stood in front of Xie Zhiyan.

"Your Majesty..." She shook her head, her eyes red, and her voice trembled a little: "Don't kill him!"

"I was forced to do this by you, Master Xie. It has nothing to do with me..."

Ji Wuyuan felt a pain in his heart and was burning with jealousy. The immense anger and irritation burned his heart, bringing him unspeakable heat and pain.

He was just testing him and didn't really want to kill Xie Zhiyan.

"Hehe..." Ji Wuyuan laughed at himself, then aimed the arrow at Jiang Huaizhou, who had little presence on the other side.

Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly tightened. She gritted her teeth, unable to hide her anger: "What are you going to do?"

Seeing this, Ji Wuyuan's lips curved deeper, his tone cold and gloomy, each word emphasized: "Why, are you scared?"

"Tang'er is always disobedient and goes against me. Have you ever thought about the price and consequences of angering me?

"I'm reluctant to touch you, but someone will have to pay the price for you."

His eyes seemed to be frozen in black ice as he stared straight at Jiang Wantang: "Since you can't bear to give up Xie Zhiyan, how about Jiang Huaizhou instead?"