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

When Ji Wuyuan looked at Xie Zhiyan, the latter also looked up at him.

Their eyes met, and a dead silence hung between them, like a passing storm, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

After a long while, Ji Wuyuan spoke calmly, his voice as cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable majesty: "Xie Zhiyan, the Minister of Justice, neglected his duties and allowed a serious criminal to commit a crime. His crime is unforgivable. Effective immediately, he will be suspended from his post for investigation."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "Another fifty lashes of the cane as a warning to others!"

As Ji Wuyuan finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze instantly.

Jiang Wantang, who was in his arms, suddenly raised her head. Her face turned pale and she looked at him in disbelief: "Your Majesty, thank you, Lord..."

Ji Wuyuan smiled, raised his hand and touched Jiang Wantang's cheek, gently stroking her face with his fingertips in a tender manner.

But the next moment, the words he said were terrifying.

He said, "If Tang'er says one more word for him, I will give him fifty more strokes of the cane!"

Ji Wuyuan raised the corners of his lips, and looked so charming with a smile on his face that Jiang Wantang's hair stood on end.

Almost instantly, she thought of 'Venomous Snake'...

A poisonous snake spitting its tongue at people.

Jiang Wantang's heart tightened, and the fingertips of her clenched hands dug deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

She lowered her eyes, nestled 'docilely' in Ji Wuyuan's arms, and said nothing more.

Xie Zhiyan remained calm, as if he had anticipated this outcome.

He raised his hand and lifted the hem of his brocade robe, the fabric drawing an elegant arc in the night breeze. He knelt on one knee on the ground with a quick and decisive movement, performing a standard courtier's salute.

"Your Majesty, I thank you for the banquet and accept your orders."

Xie Zhiyan lowered his head slightly, his tone calm and respectful.

His back was as straight as a pine tree, and even when he was kneeling on the ground, he still showed no loss of his dignity.

The cold voice was particularly clear in the silent night.

Every word was like Buddhist beads falling on a jade plate, hitting Jiang Wantang's heart.

Ji Wuyuan's face was stern, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was like a bell: "Return to the palace!"

Following his order, the Royal Guards made way to both sides.

Ji Wuyuan raised his whip, rode his horse and took Jiang Wantang out of the Dali Temple prison and headed towards the imperial palace.

However, at the moment when Ji Wuyuan turned around on his horse, Jiang Wantang raised his eyes from his arms and looked at Xie Zhiyan who was still kneeling on the ground, with a guilty look mixed with a bit of worry.

Xie Zhiyan also looked up at her. The moment their eyes met, he was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and gave her his usual nonchalant smile.

Jiang Wantang's heart twitched.

There are indescribable complex emotions spreading in my heart...

The sound of horse hooves, rapid and powerful, broke the silence of the night, disturbed the peace, and left only a cloud of flying dust.

After the group left, Jiang Huaizhou was taken back to the prison and imprisoned.

Xie Zhiyan stood up and walked towards the blood-stained dagger that was dropped on the ground not far away.

He leaned over and picked up the dagger, staring at the bloodstains on it without blinking, his eyes showing an unspeakable deep understanding.

After looking for a while, Xie Zhiyan took out a plain brocade handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the blood off the dagger with it.

After wiping, he put the handkerchief back into his arms and put away the dagger.

At this time, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were guarding outside the Dali Temple, also rushed over.

Everyone in the Dali Temple looked at Xie Zhiyan and looked at each other in confusion.

Although Ji Wuyuan ordered fifty lashes, no one stepped forward to urge him to do so.

Instead, it was Xie Zhiyan who took the initiative to accept the punishment of fifty strokes of the cane.

This was the first time he was punished in his lifetime.

But he was willing...

The night was dark, the wind was cold, and on the quiet streets of the capital, only the sound of horse hooves echoed in the air.

Ji Wuyuan carried Jiang Wantang in his arms and galloped back to the palace.

In front of the Taiji Palace, Wang Fuhai paced back and forth with an anxious and uneasy look on his face.

Until the sound of horse hooves was heard, and a tall black horse stopped in front of him.

Ji Wuyuan dismounted, picked up Jiang Wantang by the waist, and strode into the hall.

Seeing this, Wang Fuhai hurriedly followed. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the door of the inner hall slam shut in front of him.

Wang Fuhai was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

Inside the hall, Ji Wuyuan placed Jiang Wantang on the couch and then approached...

Jiang Wantang pushed him away forcefully before he got close.

She looked at Ji Wuyuan expressionlessly, her tone extremely cold: "I am tired and want to go back to Changle Palace to rest."

Ji Wuyuan's handsome face instantly darkened. He uttered a soft "tsk" and raised his hand to pinch Jiang Wantang's jaw, sneering, "Why, once you're back in the palace, you're too lazy to even pretend?"

"Tang'er is really not well behaved?"

It turned out that he had already seen through her fakery...

Jiang Wantang looked at the man in front of her with a deep smile, and felt that he was terrifyingly thoughtful.

She had long understood that a moment of weakness was not enough to make him let her brother go.

Ji Wuyuan can be said to be a tyrant, but he is definitely not a foolish ruler.

Judging from tonight, he will not get rid of his brother for the time being.

But it’s only “temporary”.

Just because of his brother's sensitive identity, Ji Wuyuan would not allow him to live.

Without time to make long-term plans, she could only burn her boats.

In addition to pretending, she can also act, acting both truly and falsely.

Jiang Wantang looked at him and suddenly smiled. Her smile was beautiful, as bright as the morning glow, just like countless times before.

She said, "If I obey your orders, Your Majesty, can you please let my brother go?"

"Impossible," Ji Wuyuan retracted the hand that was pinching her jaw and looked at her with complicated eyes: "I advise you to give up this thought as soon as possible."

Somehow, when faced with this familiar smile, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

Ji Wuyuan then looked away. He stood up and said calmly, "From today on, you will stay in Taiji Palace. Before the wedding, you cannot take a single step out without my permission."

Jiang Wantang sneered in her heart. She raised her head and looked up at Ji Wuyuan, her eyes full of stubbornness: "Your Majesty, are you going to imprison me?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuyuan frowned.

"captivity?"

A struggle, an intense struggle, flashed across his deep eyes.

After a long moment, Ji Wuyuan seemed to sigh. Without looking at Jiang Wantang, he spoke calmly, "If I don't do this, Tang'er will inevitably sneak out again."

"I am protecting you. Jiang Huaizhou is not worth your sacrifice."

Jiang Wantang chuckled as if she had heard something funny, and said sharply, "If that's the case, Your Majesty, why don't you lock me in a cage? Wouldn't that put more peace of mind?"