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

"Ah..."

After a long time, Ji Wuyuan sneered, his dark eyes were dyed with a dark red, and there was a strong sense of hostility in his eyes.

At this moment, he was so jealous that he wanted to go crazy.

Ji Wuyuan squeezed Jiang Wantang's shoulders hard, his voice filled with anger and coldness: "Jiang Wantang, do you care about him so much? So much that you're willing to be buried with him?"

"You care about Jiang Huaizhou, and you care about the two maids beside you. Even Xie Zhiyan... you treat him differently..."

"What about me?" He looked straight at Jiang Wantang, with bloodshot eyes surging.

"What am I to you?!"

Jiang Wantang's heart froze. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Ji Wuyuan smiled self-deprecatingly and slowly withdrew his hand.

"Jiang Wantang..." After a long moment, he called her softly, his voice hoarse and low, "Your heart has never been with me."

"No matter how much I care about you, you won't care..."

He was clearly smiling when he said this, but Jiang Wantang could clearly see something shattering in his eyes.

The fleeting despair was so strong that it made people feel heavy.

Just as Jiang Wantang was about to say something, Ji Wuyuan had already turned around.

He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, his eyelids were red.

He said: "Jiang Wantang, you win..."

Ji Wuyuan barely suppressed the earth-shattering pain in his heart, took a deep breath, and said in a tone that was icy cold: "Jiang Huaizhou's life will be kept for you."

"But they only spared his life. He will have to spend the rest of his life in that dark dungeon."

"And you can only stay by my side for the rest of your life."

After he finished speaking, he strode out of the hall. His cold and upright back revealed an indescribable loneliness.

When he was about to reach the door of the hall, Ji Wuyuan stopped and did not look back. His low and hoarse voice sounded in the hall.

He said: "Tang'er..."

"She's a wife, not a pawn."

One part planning, nine parts sincerity.

He admitted that their relationship had been tainted with conspiracy at the beginning, but everything that happened later on came from the heart.

That three-month bet...

The drama between the emperor and his favorite concubine, as it went on, finally became too serious, and they lost their hearts and sense of proportion...

In this chess game called "The World", everyone is his chess piece, except her.

After saying that, Ji Wuyuan opened the door of the palace and walked out without looking back.

One sentence: "She is a wife, not a pawn."

Jiang Wantang was stunned...

She repeated these words, her heart trembling.

Watching the figure disappear at the door, Jiang Wantang's legs gave out as she slumped to the ground. Her moist, peach-shaped eyes once again flushed red...

Not long after Ji Wuyuan left, there was a gentle knock on the door outside the palace: "Your Majesty, your servant Wang Fuhai has brought the imperial physician to treat your injuries."

His voice was respectful and a little cautious.

Jiang Wantang did not respond, but just sat quietly in the hall, looking ahead with empty eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Wang Fuhai pushed open the door and led a group of palace maids and imperial doctors in.

Late at night, Jiang Wantang lay on the large dragon couch in the bedroom of Taiji Palace with her eyes open. Her watery eyes were clear and bright, without any sign of sleepiness.

Although the scent of the calming incense lingered at the tip of my nose, it seemed to have no effect at all.

Jiang Wantang knew that Ji Wuyuan would not come back tonight.

There were secret guards outside the palace and Taiji Palace.

After lying down for a while, Jiang Wantang sat up and took out the white jade pendant from her purse in the dim candlelight in the hall.

It was the talisman that Ji Wuwang gave her that could mobilize hundreds of thousands of Chiyan soldiers in the northern border.

Not only that, Ji Wuwang also left her enough manpower everywhere in the capital.

The capital alone is enough for Jiang Wantang to escape with Jiang Huaizhou...

However, Jiang Wantang never thought of using these people.

Because she knew that once she alarmed them, Ji Wuwang would definitely find out.

He finally let it go and returned to the North.

Jiang Wantang didn't want to disturb Ji Wuwang's life which should have been smooth and peaceful.

He owed her nothing, never had.

She also just wanted him to let go of the past, live a good life, and not be involved in the turmoil of the capital.

As he watched, a relieved smile appeared on Jiang Wantang's lips.

She thought, such a valuable thing, when she found an opportunity in the future, she would have someone send it back to the North...

At this time, Dali Temple Prison.

Deep in the prison, Jiang Huaizhou was being held in the deepest and most secret dungeon.

The surrounding walls were damp and emitted a pungent stench of decay. The dim candlelight flickered in the small cell.

Jiang Huaizhou sat on the dry grass on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Suddenly, a cold night wind blew by, and the gatekeepers all fainted on the ground.

Jiang Huaizhou suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Then, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the door of Jiang Huaizhou's cell, bowed and said, "Master."

Jiang Huaizhou slowly stood up and approached the prison door, dragging his heavy shackles.

The dark shadow in front of him whispered a few words.

Jiang Huaizhou frowned after hearing this, and his tone was filled with surprise: "You said that everything is normal in the palace?"

The man in black whispered, "Yes, Master. Our men saw with their own eyes the tyrant carrying the Second Young Miss into the Taiji Palace in a rage. We thought he would be furious, but who would have thought that within half an hour, he would emerge from the Taiji Palace and go to the Imperial Study."

"It looks like... everything is normal."

Jiang Huaizhou's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his eyes darkening. "How could it be?"

Ji Wuyuan's reactions today were both within his expectations and beyond his expectations.

He thought that Ji Wuyuan would get angry and kill him on the spot when he found out that Tang'er had taken him out of prison, but he didn't.

Even if Ji Wuyuan endured it, based on his understanding of Tang'er's personality, she would definitely quarrel with him in order to save him after returning to the palace...

Thinking of this, Jiang Huaizhou's pupils shrank, and he quickly asked, "Is Tang'er okay?"

"Did that dog tyrant vent his anger on her?"

The man in black shook his head and said, "The second young lady is fine."

fine?

Jiang Huaizhou breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes became even darker.

Even when things have come to this point, Ji Wuyuan can still hold it in?

It seems that the extent of his indulgence towards Tang'er is far more exaggerated than the rumors outside.

But, to be so indulgent, one must really love her, right?

Love?

When this word appeared in his mind, Jiang Huaizhou narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled sarcastically.