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

Chapter 386: A Beautiful Girl in a Golden House, a Bird in a Cage

Jiang Wantang was completely immersed in great sorrow and turned a deaf ear to all the voices from the outside world.

What emerged in her mind was the three-year-old Jiang Wantang, running after the gentle young boy Jiang Huaizhou, calling him "Brother, brother..." repeatedly...

It was five-year-old Jiang Wantang, who always happily ran to the yard of the young boy Jiang Huaizhou to steal all kinds of delicious sweet cakes. The boy would pour tea for her and remind her with a smile, "Eat slowly..."

It was six-year-old Jiang Wantang, nearly forced to swallow a bowl of poison by Jiang Zhixu. The young Jiang Huaizhou rushed to her rescue. The immature Jiang Wantang stood in front of the tiny girl, arguing with her evil father and saving her life.

It was Jiang Wantang, who was sent to the countryside to fend for herself at the age of six. In the heavy snow, she curled up on a broken straw mat, burning unconscious. The young Jiang Huaizhou found her, sought medical help, and saved her life...

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It was Jiang Wantang, who entered the palace at the age of sixteen. Before entering the palace unnoticed, Jiang Huaizhou said with red eyes: "Tang'er, as long as your brother is here, the Prime Minister's Mansion will always be your home."

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Being exploited by your loved ones will certainly make you feel resentful, but the friendship that has been nurtured since childhood is ultimately deeper.

Compared to the huge shock of watching Jiang Huaizhou die in front of him, the grudges and disputes suddenly seemed less important.

Jiang Huaizhou had closed his eyes forever, and he was lying in Jiang Wantang's arms, covered in blood.

Even the floor of the cell was soaked with a large pool of blood.

Jiang Wantang closed her eyes in pain, her heart numb with pain.

She came too late and failed to save him.

Every time she was in danger, her brother arrived in time to save her.

But, on this one and only occasion, she was late...

Jiang Wantang stretched out her hand tremblingly and used the cuff of her sleeve to wipe the dirt and blood off Jiang Huaizhou's face bit by bit.

After wiping it clean, she carefully helped Jiang Huaizhou up from the ground and placed his body on her thin shoulders.

This dungeon is too dark and too cold, she wants to take him home.

After just two steps, Jiang Huaizhou tripped over a gravel and both of them fell to the ground.

"Jiang Wantang!"

"Have you had enough trouble?"

The veins on Ji Wuyuan's forehead were throbbing rapidly. Seeing Jiang Wantang fall to the ground, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke.

His tone towards Jiang Wantang was unusually tinged with anger, as cold as ice, and sounded particularly terrifying.

Jiang Wantang ignored her. She got up and raised her hand to help Jiang Huaizhou up.

Ji Wuyuan reached out to pull her, but Jiang Wantang brushed him away.

Until he grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Wantang turned around and looked up at him, his eyes filled with anger and hatred: "Let me go!"

Ji Wuyuan unconsciously exerted force on his clasped hands...

He bent over, staring at her intently. His handsome face showed confusion and pain, and his anger was clear: "Why do you have to talk to me like this?"

"Is Jiang Huaizhou so important to you? So important that you haven't even bothered to look at me since you came in?"

"He is your only relative. What am I, your man?"

"Jiang Wantang, where do you put me?!"

Jiang Wantang didn't say anything, but just looked at him with red eyes and a smile.

After a long pause, she spoke in a cold voice, "Didn't His Majesty promise to let him live?"

Ji Wuyuan's heart stagnated, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He is the one who is seeking his own death."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled, and he said coldly: "But he still died in your hands!"

"You obviously discovered his conspiracy a long time ago, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Or, you never intended to let him go?"

Ji Wuyuan's hands were clenched tightly behind his back. He looked at Jiang Wantang with bloodshot eyes, his rims red and bloodshot, and he was about to burst open his eyes. "So what?"

"Is this important?"

"Jiang Huaizhou should have died long ago!"

"I've already made concessions for you time and time again. Isn't that enough?"

Jiang Wantang looked at him coldly, then suddenly smiled softly, with a dead look in her eyes.

That's what it's like to feel hopeless.

She was... speechless.

Yes, in Ji Wuyuan's eyes, human life is as worthless as grass.

But in his original plan, Jiang Huaizhou had indeed died a long time ago.

If Nangong Liuli had not unexpectedly appeared in Changle Palace, no one would have informed her from beginning to end.

If she hadn't learned about her brother's affairs that night and made a fuss about it, he would have had no chance of survival.

Everyone in Shengjing said that she was the most favored concubine in the harem and the emperor's favorite, who was powerful and domineering.

But in the end, she was more like his golden house beauties, a bird in a cage.

Everyone respected her simply because she was Ji Wuyuan's favorite woman.

As long as he was unhappy, with a single order, all her power and favor would be taken back, and she would even lose her freedom.

Thinking of everything that had happened before, Jiang Wantang sneered: "Fortunately, I didn't believe it..."

Her eyes were full of light, like broken moonlight.

"Fortunately, I didn't believe it."

Jiang Wantang repeated this sentence in a low voice.

Knowing it is one thing, in fact, she still feels very uncomfortable, but today, she has cried too much and for too long, and she can't cry anymore.

Ji Wuyuan frowned as he saw her talking to herself, and asked worriedly, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Wantang did not answer, but turned around indifferently and bent down again to move Jiang Huaizhou's body.

Seeing this, Ji Wuyuan's long-suppressed anger suddenly flared up. He ordered in a cold voice, "Come here, take him away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several guards immediately stepped forward and tried to snatch Jiang Huaizhou's body from Jiang Wantang's hands.

However, as soon as they approached, Jiang Wantang's icy gaze swept over them, carrying a sharp and terrifying murderous intent, and his voice was cold and resolute: "Get out! Who dares to take another step forward?"

The guards were frightened by the fierceness in her eyes and did not dare to step forward for a moment.

They looked at each other and then looked at Ji Wuyuan who was standing beside them.

No one had ever dared to disobey this cruel and ruthless emperor like this.

Not to mention that she was his woman, for a man he hated.

The scene was so tense that everyone present was so frightened that they dared not even breathe.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang who was holding Jiang Huaizhou's body tightly, his eyes became colder, he gritted his teeth, and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.

"Tang'er, put him down."

"Go back with me."

Jiang Wantang remained unmoved.

Ji Wuyuan sneered, and his gloomy eyes were brewing with thunder and rainstorms, dark and gloomy.

He said, "Jiang Wantang, don't anger me again and again for his sake."

"I'll ask you one last time, will you choose him, or will you go back with me?"