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

Chapter 395: Proposal

An indescribable feeling of suffocation and powerlessness spread throughout Jiang Wantang's body.

She simply closed her eyes, stopped looking at Ji Wuyuan, and didn't speak.

Ji Wuyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with madness and despair...

He saw Jiang Wantang's avoidance, resistance and disgust.

Ji Wuyuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart by something, and it hurt so much.

It's impossible to let go...

Everything he sets his eyes on must be firmly under his control.

Whether it is the throne or her.

Ji Wuyuan touched her cheek with his hand, stroking it gently with his fingertips, and his slightly red eyes revealed an extremely paranoid love.

He said, "Tang'er, tell me, what should I do with you?"

What should I do so that you won’t want to leave?

Then, Ji Wuyuan suddenly closed the distance between them, their breaths touching, and a gentle, paranoid voice rang in Jiang Wantang's ears: "Since I can't have your heart, then the only thing I can keep is... you, the person?"

"Tang'er, give me a child."

"I want to have a child of our own..."

Jiang Wantang's heart sank suddenly, and his body felt cold.

She opened her red lips slightly, and said stiffly: "I don't want..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Wuyuan had already kissed her lips hard, his movements forceful: "Tang'er is not obedient, you have to say...you have to."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Wantang to react, he had already pressed her down tightly.

Ji Wuyuan kissed her fiercely and heavily, with a tearing pain.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, the strong smell of blood from his lips spread between their lips.

This time, Jiang Wantang learned her lesson and stopped resisting, letting him do as he pleased...

However, I don’t know what he was afraid of, but Ji Wuyuan’s demands became more and more severe each time.

In the night, two overlapping figures can be vaguely seen in the shadowy curtains...

When the emotions were intense, Ji Wuyuan panted softly beside Jiang Wantang's ear, saying over and over again: "Tang'er, I love you..."

"I love you very much... I love you very much... I love you very much..."

Jiang Wantang couldn't help but shed tears upon hearing this...

When she was conscious, Ji Wuyuan's eyes were red and he kissed the tear marks at the corners of her eyes inch by inch with pity.

He spoke, his voice as soft as it could be: "Tang'er, it's true that I love you, it's true that I want to have your child, but it's also true that I'm afraid you'll leave..."

In this world, love always turns to hate, and it is impossible to reverse the situation.

Wang Fuhai, who was guarding outside the bedroom, listened to the noise inside. He was terrified at first, then his face turned red and his heart beat fast, and finally he was terrified...

By then, it was already late at night.

In the dead of winter night, the wind howled and the cold bit my bones...

Yong'an Houfu.

After returning home, Xie Zhiyan went directly to the ancestral hall.

Inside the ancestral hall, tablets of Xie’s ancestors were arranged neatly, wisps of green smoke rose from the incense burners, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Xie Zhiyan knelt on the mat, his eyes closed, his back straight, his hands clasped together, and he knelt motionless for a long time.

The surroundings were silent and quiet, with only the candlelight flickering slightly, and the dim light reflected on his stern face.

Occasionally, a few servants passing by saw this and whispered a few words about it.

"Hey, what happened to our prince? Why has he been kneeling in the ancestral hall for so long?"

"It's just that the emperor has suspended her from her duties, but it's not that serious..." a maid asked in a low voice.

"Shh, don't talk too much." The older nanny scolded in a low voice, "How can we discuss the affairs of the prince?"

After that, the group left quickly.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were guarding outside the ancestral hall on the left and right, shook their heads helplessly when they heard this. They didn't know how many rounds of discussion they had heard.

Zhao Hu glanced at Zhang Long standing beside him, and couldn't help but move closer. He asked in a low voice, "Tell me, why has our master been kneeling in the ancestral hall since he came back?"

"He didn't do anything wrong, did he?"

Zhang Long sighed and said helplessly, "I don't know either. It can't be because of the suspension. Our masters never care about these things."

Zhao Hu glanced at Xie Zhiyan, who was kneeling in the ancestral hall, nudged Zhang Long's arm with his elbow, and whispered, "Hey, do you think our master is acting strangely after returning this time?"

Zhang Long looked at Xie Zhiyan's lonely and resolute back in the ancestral hall, with a hint of complexity and worry in his eyes.

The only son of the Yong'an Marquisate, he has shouldered the responsibility of his family's honor and disgrace since childhood. He is upright and self-disciplined...

But since ancient times, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial.

Now it is even more......

Zhang Long didn't dare to think about it anymore.

In the end, he shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu could only walk back in disappointment.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside the ancestral hall. The door of the ancestral hall was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a tall and majestic figure walked in. It was Xie Zhiyan's father, Xie Chong, Marquis of Yong'an.

Xie Chong was wearing a black robe and looked at Xie Zhiyan in front of him with a serious expression.

He slowly walked to his son's side, his eyes sweeping across the tablets, across the rows of ancestral tablets, and finally landing on Xie Zhiyan.

After a long while, Xie Chong said in a deep voice, "Are you finally willing to go back home?"

"I heard that after leaving the Dali Temple, you left the capital without stopping. Are your injuries okay?"

Although his tone was deep, his words were full of concern.

Xie Zhiyan slowly opened his eyes and said in a calm voice, "Thank you for your concern, father. I am fine."

Xie Chong's expression softened a bit, and he continued, "Ayan, stand up and talk first."

"Your grandmother and mother miss you very much. Now that you're back, your father has something to say to you."

Xie Zhiyan didn't stand up after hearing this. He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Okay..."

"It just so happens that the son also has something to tell his father later."

Xie Chong had no doubts and patted Xie Zhiyan on the shoulder.

He sighed, his tone filled with helplessness: "Ayan, you have been smart and sensible since you were young, and you have your own opinions. Father has always been relieved and pleased."

"But now, you are already old enough to get married. Young men of your age would have already married and had children."

"Father doesn't mean to force you, but you are the only one in our mansion, and your grandmother is old. We can't keep delaying like this."

Seeing that Xie Zhiyan rarely said anything, Xie Chong thought that he had heard what he said.

He continued earnestly, "Father remembers you said that when you marry in the future, it must be a dignified and virtuous girl."

"In my opinion, Li Wanqing, the daughter of Taifu Li, is a good candidate because she is gentle, virtuous, and dignified. Besides, she has long been interested in you and has been devoted to you for many years."

"Yesterday, Taifu Li came to our house personally to discuss this marriage. Father intends to discuss it with his family and arrange this marriage for you. What do you think?"