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

Chapter 387 I want freedom, Your Majesty, will you give it to me?

After Ji Wuyuan finished speaking, he saw that Jiang Wantang remained unmoved, and a hint of hostility appeared in his eyes.

His dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and his tone dropped to freezing point: "Tang'er, answer properly!"

"If your choice is not what I want, then the consequences of my choice for you...will definitely not be what you want to see."

"so......"

"Tang'er, you should know how to choose, right?"

Jiang Wantang hugged Jiang Huaizhou tightly in her arms without saying a word.

The two of them were in a stalemate.

It lasted so long that Ji Wuyuan's limited patience was completely exhausted.

He smiled, and his smile was extremely creepy.

"Someone come..."

Before Ji Wuyuan finished speaking, Jiang Wantang had already put Jiang Huaizhou down from his arms and stood up.

She raised her eyes and looked at Ji Wuyuan, her emotions hidden in her beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes.

"If I don't go back with Your Majesty, what will Your Majesty do?"

Jiang Wantang's expression was calm, and he asked directly and with surprising calmness.

Ji Wuyuan's brows were furrowed, and the coldness in his eyes grew stronger, almost devoid of human emotion.

He raised the corner of his lips slightly, and spoke each word with a ruthless tone: "Crush... bones... raise... ashes."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled.

At this moment, she deeply felt what it meant for an emperor to be cold and indifferent.

Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled...

She smiled beautifully, as bright as the morning glow, just like countless times before, but her affectionate peach blossom eyes were cold as ice.

Ji Wuyuan is worthy of being an emperor. When it comes to calculating people's hearts, he is so good that no one can say anything.

He knew very well that once Jiang Huaizhou died, there was bound to be a rift between them, a rift that was difficult to bridge.

Simply relying on the not-so-deep relationship between them was no longer enough to keep her.

Letting her go is also impossible.

Then, the only remaining method is to use power.

He used his supreme imperial power to force her to stay by his side.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the smile on Jiang Wantang's face, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

For some unknown reason, I felt irritated and uneasy.

He didn't like Jiang Wantang's smile, he really didn't like it.

He thought she would resist angrily, but her reaction was only calm.

There was no hatred, no anger, or even a trace of emotional fluctuation in her eyes, only a hint of indifference and alienation.

This feeling gave him the illusion that something was about to get out of his control.

Ji Wuyuan's hands clenched unconsciously, and his joints turned white.

"Why are you laughing?" He looked at Jiang Wantang deeply, trying to see some other emotions in her cold eyes.

Jiang Wantang didn't answer him, but simply said, "I can go back to the palace with Your Majesty, but only if Your Majesty agrees to have my brother sent back to the Jiang Mansion and buried properly."

Her request was perfectly normal, and Ji Wuyuan had no reason to refuse.

And so, the two returned to the palace.

In front of Taiji Palace, Wang Fuhai was standing at the steps, directing the palace servants to make busy arrangements with a happy look on his face.

Suddenly, Wang Fuhai saw Ji Wuyuan with a cold face, striding towards him with the blood-soaked Jiang Wantang in his arms. He was immediately frightened and his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand.

"This...this..." Wang Fuhai's lips trembled and he couldn't speak clearly.

Without time to care about anything else, Wang Fuhai hurriedly stumbled over and asked in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, what...what happened? Your Majesty, she...

Ji Wuyuan glanced at him coldly, his voice low and cold: "Call the imperial physician, immediately!"

Wang Fuhai was frightened by his gaze and shuddered. He nodded quickly and replied, "Yes, yes! I'll go get the imperial physician right away!"

After saying this, he turned and ran away, shouting loudly as he ran: "Quick! Call the imperial physician! Go quickly!"

Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang in his arms and walked straight into the inner hall of Taiji Palace. He gently placed her on the beauty couch in front of the window.

Jiang Wantang's face didn't look good, he looked very pale, and the blood all over his body was shocking.

However, those bloodstains were not hers, but Jiang Huaizhou's.

After leaving the Dali Temple prison, she didn't utter a single word throughout the entire journey, and her silence was worrying.

Ji Wuyuan stood beside the couch, looking at her gravely, with an indescribable tenderness in his heart.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. The cold touch made his heart tighten.

"Tang'er, please don't make me angry again, okay?" Ji Wuyuan's voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible hint of pleading.

"As long as you behave, I can give you whatever you want."

Hearing this, Jiang Wantang smiled softly.

She said, "I want freedom, Your Majesty, will you give it to me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the hall instantly became cold.

Ji Wuyuan's hands froze and blood surged in his throat.

Jiang Wantang's light words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

The instigator was still looking at him with an innocent smile on his face.

Ji Wuyuan withdrew his hand tremblingly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

He looked at Jiang Wantang with deep eyes, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

After a long while, Ji Wuyuan took a deep breath, and finally gave in: "Tang'er, we already have a child..."

"Even if you resent me and hate me in your heart, even for the sake of the child..."

"You wouldn't want him to be born without a father, would you?"

Hearing the word "child", Jiang Wantang's smile deepened, and his eyes showed some incomprehensible emotions.

She said, “No.”

Ji Wuyuan just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Wantang looking straight at him, her eyes moist and calm.

She said, "Your Majesty, there is one thing I haven't told you yet."

Ji Wuyuan could vaguely tell from her eyes that it was not a good thing.

At least, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

Ji Wuyuan stood up and avoided the topic directly: "It's not too late to talk about this later. Let the imperial physician come and check your body first."

Jiang Wantang smiled faintly and was about to say something when there was a loud commotion outside the hall.

Ji Wuyuan thought it was the imperial physician coming, so he turned and walked out.

But the first person to come was not the imperial physician, but the virtuous concubine Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei, dressed in an elegant palace dress, walked lightly into the palace. Although her face was covered with a veil, her eyes still revealed her usual gentle smile.

She walked into the hall and bowed gracefully: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

As Bai Weiwei spoke, her eyes secretly glanced in the direction of Jiang Wantang who was hidden behind the screen, and a barely perceptible trace of malice and complacency flashed in her eyes.

Speaking of which, this was the first time she saw Ji Wuyuan since their last separation in Jiangnan.

Bai Weiwei looked at the handsome and unattainable man in front of her, and felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

Such a cold and noble man is something that others would beg for, but Jiang Wantang doesn't care about him. She is really ungrateful!

Ji Wuyuan glanced at Bai Weiwei coldly, his face gloomy, and he said impatiently: "Tell me, there is something important to report about the imperial concubine. What is it?"