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

Finally, Xie Zhiyan only told Zhang Long and Zhao Hu a few words to keep a close eye on Jiang Huaizhou, and then left in a hurry.

Zhang Long chased after him and said anxiously, "Sir, your injury..."

Before he could finish his words, the person in front of him had already disappeared into the night.

In the imperial palace, in the imperial study, candlelight flickered.

The dim candlelight reflected on Ji Wuyuan's stern face.

The secret guards had already reported that the man in black had sneaked into the Dali Temple prison at night, and everything was just as he expected.

Ji Wuyuan sat upright in front of the imperial desk, holding a red pen in his hand. His pair of dark phoenix eyes cast a deep gaze on the memorials placed in front of him, but his eyes did not move.

However, the tip of the red pen hung in the air for a long time without falling, and the ink gradually solidified.

Obviously, the person holding the pen has already drifted away in his thoughts.

Wang Fuhai walked forward quietly, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in his hand, and poured a new cup of tea for Ji Wuyuan.

He glanced cautiously at Ji Wuyuan's cold expression and sighed inwardly.

The Emperor and Empress were about to get married, so why were they suddenly quarreling again?

While sighing, Ji Wuyuan suddenly spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "Wang Fuhai..."

Wang Fuhai was so startled that the scalding hot tea accidentally spilled on his hands. Without having time to wipe it off, he immediately bowed and responded, "Your servant is here!"

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Ji Wuyuan put down the red brush in his hand, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "How is she?"

"Have you taken a break?"

Wang Fuhai was stunned and immediately understood who this "she" was.

He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Empress's injuries are not serious. As you instructed, the imperial physician has carefully treated them."

"The lights in Taiji Palace were turned off early. I guess the Queen has gone to bed."

Ji Wuyuan didn't say anything else, his eyes were deep and complex, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a moment's silence, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the imperial study.

Seeing this, Wang Fuhai hurriedly followed.

As expected, the two arrived in front of Taiji Palace.

But Ji Wuyuan just stood outside the door, without any intention of going in.

Wang Fuhai wanted to say something but stopped himself, but seeing Ji Wuyuan's sullen expression, he finally stopped talking and remained silent.

The next day, the sky cleared up.

There was only a thin layer of frost and snow on the glazed tiles of the palace, which sparkled with a cold light under the sunlight.

Jiang Wantang sat alone on the dragon couch, not closing her eyes all night. The sunlight shone through the windowsill onto her, casting dots of golden light.

She understood that Ji Wuyuan's willingness to spare her brother's life was already the biggest concession he had made.

No emperor would leave hidden dangers for himself.

If her guess was correct, Jiang Huaizhou would not only be sentenced to life imprisonment, but also...

Jiang Wantang closed her eyes, not daring to think any further.

For his brother, it would be better to kill him directly than to live such a humiliating and life worse than death.

This is not what Jiang Wantang wants.

She wanted Jiang Huaizhou to live like an ordinary person, just like when he saved her...

Ji Wuyuan never came back since he left in anger last night.

Jiang Wantang knew that he was avoiding her.

He was determined not to let Jiang Huaizhou go.

Inside the Taiji Palace, palace servants came in wave after wave. After the soups, medicines, and meals had cooled down, they were taken out one by one intact.

The faces of the palace servants were filled with fear and anxiety, but they were too cautious to say anything.

On the other side, after Ji Wuyuan left the court, he went straight back to the imperial study to deal with memorials. As soon as he sat down, a palace maid came hurriedly to report.

"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine refuses to take the medicine..." A palace maid knelt on the ground, her voice trembling.

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

Before he could speak, another palace servant hurried in and knelt down to report: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine has not had a drop of water all morning..."

Ji Wuyuan's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he slammed the memorial in his hand on the imperial desk with a dull sound.

His gaze was fierce and terrifying, sweeping across the palace servants kneeling on the ground like a cold knife. His voice was chilling to the bone: "Is this how you serve her?"

As he finished speaking, the oppressive atmosphere in the air became so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

The palace servants were so frightened that they trembled all over and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive us. We have tried our best to persuade you, but the Empress...she refused to listen..."

Ji Wuyuan was already furious, and when he heard the palace maid's words, he stood up in anger and threw all the memorials on the imperial desk to the ground.

He had a gloomy face, and his expression was frighteningly ugly.

He suppressed the rage boiling in his heart, took a deep breath, and said through gritted teeth: "Oh, she is really great!"

Perhaps he was really angry and furious. After saying this, Ji Wuyuan suddenly bent down and covered his heart with his hands.

His palms were tightly clasped on the edge of the imperial desk, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wang Fuhai, who was standing by, was horrified when he saw this. He immediately ran over to support Ji Wuyuan and said anxiously, "Call the doctor! Call the doctor quickly!"

"No need." Ji Wuyuan raised his hand to interrupt, gritting his teeth and saying, "I'm fine."

Wang Fuhai thought to himself, Your Majesty, you don’t look like you are alright.

His face was filled with worry, and he whispered, "Your Majesty, there is still some poison in your body that has not been cleared. You must not be careless."

As he spoke, he hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea and brought it to Ji Wuyuan, comforting him: "Your Majesty, please calm down first..."

Ji Wuyuan didn't take it. He clenched his hands on the edge of the imperial desk, tightening them again and again until his knuckles turned white. He ordered sternly, "If she refuses to drink the medicine, keep boiling it!"

"Also, I have a verbal order: if she refuses to eat for one day, Jiang Huaizhou will strangle her to death!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The palace servants received the order and quickly retreated.

In the imperial study, just as the silence returned for a moment, Ji Wuyuan walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked out the window quietly, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

A palace servant rushed in...

Wang Fuhai frowned unhappily and scolded, "How dare you! What are you doing in such a hurry? How disrespectful!"

The palace servant knelt on the ground, trembling violently: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

"The... the imperial concubine... she... she fainted!"

Before the palace maid finished her words, the cold black figure in front of her disappeared.

Inside the Taiji Palace, palace servants were coming in and out, creating a chaotic situation.

A group of imperial doctors and palace maids surrounded the bedroom. When they saw Ji Wuyuan appear, they all knelt on the ground trembling with fear.

The imperial physician knelt at the front and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine..."

Ji Wuyuan interrupted impatiently, his tone unable to conceal his nervousness: "What happened to the imperial concubine?"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty! The Imperial Concubine is pregnant!" the imperial physician said excitedly.