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

Chapter 378 Black Cloak Woman

Ji Wuyuan spoke every word carefully, but Jiang Wantang felt even more mixed emotions in his heart.

She knew that he was afraid that she didn't like the child and didn't want it.

But......

Thinking of something, Jiang Wantang lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Her indifferent reaction made Ji Wuyuan's heart stab, it hurt a lot, the pain went deep into his bones.

He suddenly remembered what the imperial physician had said, that she was "too worried and depressed", and his eyes couldn't help but darken a little.

Ji Wuyuan let go of Jiang Wantang in his arms, looked at her pale face, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and caressed Jiang Wantang's face. His voice was low and gentle, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Tang'er..."

"Why torture yourself like this?"

"The only person in this world you care about is Jiang Huaizhou, right?"

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her head slightly to avoid his gaze.

After a long while, she spoke, her voice dry and hoarse: "He is my elder brother."

"I was abandoned when I was young and nearly died. It was only thanks to my brother's protection that I am able to survive to this day..."

"Brother once saved me from danger. Now that he's like this... How can I remain indifferent and watch him die?"

As she spoke, Jiang Wantang's eyes turned red and tears fell one after another, hitting the back of Ji Wuyuan's hand.

The tears were so hot that they hurt his heart.

Ji Wuyuan felt distressed and raised his hand to wipe her tears. He soothed her in a gentle and hoarse voice: "Tang'er, don't cry..."

"It's my fault. Stop crying, okay?"

"When have I ever seen you cry so sadly?"

Jiang Wantang's tears fell harder and harder...

Ji Wuyuan had no choice but to hug Jiang Wantang again to comfort her, but he didn't dare to hold her too tightly.

"Forget it..." He took a deep breath and sighed deeply: "I will have Jiang Huaizhou released in a few days and send him out of the capital."

"Really?" Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled suddenly. She slowly came out of Ji Wuyuan's arms and raised her eyes. Her sparkling eyes were full of disbelief.

Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of uncertainty: "Your Majesty...are you really willing to let my brother go?"

"Yes." Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang with a complicated look in his eyes. "But the prerequisite is that Tang'er takes good care of herself, and Jiang Huaizhou can't return to Beijing in this lifetime. He can only live in hiding."

It was unexpected that Ji Wuyuan would let it go so easily.

Jiang Wantang no longer expected anything else.

She nodded and said softly, "Okay."

Ji Wuyuan gently stroked the top of her head and held her in his arms.

Soon, Jiang Wantang felt a warm big hand gently covering her lower abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Wuyuan's low and hoarse voice sounded in his ears.

He said, "Tang'er, do you feel it? Our child is already here."

"Give birth to him safely, okay?"

His voice was unnaturally gentle, but if you listened carefully, you would find a hint of pleading in it.

Jiang Wantang snuggled in his arms, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and whispered, "Okay."

Ji Wuyuan bent down and kissed the top of her head, his eyes full of love.

In the bedroom, under the dim candlelight, the two hugged each other tightly.

In the next few days, Jiang Wantang really did as he was told and stayed in Taiji Palace, eating and sleeping well.

A group of palace maids and imperial doctors surrounded her all day long, fearing that something might happen to her and the fetus in her belly, and that their own lives would be in danger.

Ji Wuyuan would return to Taiji Palace to accompany her whenever he had time, and even ordered palace servants to move the daily review of memorials and government affairs to her.

As time passed, the day of the emperor and empress's wedding was getting closer, and the entire palace was filled with excitement, joy and busyness.

At this time, in the most remote corner of the palace, there was a forgotten corner.

In an abandoned palace next to the cold palace, a woman was being imprisoned with iron chains.

The walls of the temple were mottled and dilapidated, the corners were covered with moss, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and decay.

The woman's entire body was bound with heavy iron chains, the other end of which was deeply embedded in the wall, making it impossible for her to escape even if she had wings.

The woman was wearing a dirty black nightgown, with her long hair scattered messily on her shoulders, covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

It was Nangong Liuli who had sneaked into Changle Palace at night two days ago to give Jiang Wantang a heads-up.

After that day, she was captured by Ji Wuyuan's men and locked up in an empty corner here.

That night, the palace's shabby, vermilion-painted door creaked in the howling cold wind...

Along with the sound of wind, the palace door creaked and was quietly pushed open from the outside.

At this moment, Nangong Liuli, who had originally closed her eyes in the hall, suddenly opened her eyes, and a light as sharp as a blade flashed in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a thin black figure walked in stealthily.

The person was wearing a black cloak with a low-brim hat that covered most of his face. Judging from his thin figure, he should be a woman.

"Who?!"

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, Nangong Liuli's voice was dry and hoarse, and his cold tone was filled with a hint of vigilance and caution.

Upon hearing this, the visitor was so frightened that he trembled for a moment.

She slowly stepped into the hall. The dim light filtered through the dusty window frames, casting a few rays of light with difficulty. It revealed the mess in the room and the disheveled woman trapped in chains.

The two looked at each other. After a brief silence, a sharp and piercing laugh suddenly broke out in the deadly silent hall.

"Hahaha......"

"Nangong Liuli?! It's actually you!"

"Hahaha......"

The cloaked woman's laughter echoed in the empty hall, filled with undisguised gloating and mockery.

Nangong Liuli frowned, a cold look in her eyes. She swept her sharp gaze towards the cloaked woman and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The cloaked woman's laughter gradually stopped, and she raised her hand to take off the black cloak on her head. Her face was covered with a veil, revealing only her forehead and a pair of eyes.

In the night, a few hideous scars were faintly visible on the woman's forehead, and her eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere before...

Nangong Liuli looked at the woman in front of her and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The woman sneered, her tone full of obvious sarcasm: "What? It's only been a few years since we last met, and after a trip to Nanyue Country, you don't recognize me anymore?"

"But it's true. When have you ever looked me in the eye, Miss Nangong, who is always so high and mighty?"

Her tone, her voice, and her eyes were...