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

Jiang Wantang went back and changed into a new colorful dress. Before leaving, she went to Xiao Jingheng's study.

The servant at the door saw her and bowed respectfully without stopping her. Her gorgeous skirt brushed the threshold as she walked inside.

Jiang Wantang walked straight to the desk where Xiao Jingheng usually handled official business. She had ground ink for him here, and he had copied her paintings, using her as a part of his paintings...

The warmth and beauty of the past are still vivid in my mind.

She placed his black cloak neatly on the table, then took out a piece of osmanthus candy wrapped in oil paper from her sleeve and slowly placed it on the table. She lowered her eyes to look at it for a moment, then turned and left.

When she was six years old, she was punished by kneeling in the courtyard, and a spirited young man jumped down from a blooming peach tree...

As if falling from the sky.

In the sunlight, the whole person seems to be shining.

The boy's smile was warm and pure, and he took out a piece of candy wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve.

He said, "Here, osmanthus candy, would you like some?"

"Sweet, sweet enough to touch the heart."

From then on, he entered her heart.

Children who have never tasted sweets will hold a little bit of sugar on their tongue and be reluctant to swallow it.

He used to be the only sweetness in her bitter and difficult days, but now...

Jamel Xiao, the candy you gave me is no longer sweet.

The moment I left, a tear slid down my cheek and instantly froze into ice in the snow.

Walking out of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion, Jiang Wantang looked at the white world covered with heavy snow in front of him, and felt it was extremely dazzling.

Jiang Wantang’s inner voice: In the winter when I was six years old, I encountered a snowstorm. The wind and snow were so miserable that I had no idea of ​​the road ahead. Now the wind and snow are still there, and I am still alone... (artistic concept reference picture) She hates winter, especially snowy winter.

Because days like this are always cold and unbearable in her memory.

……

At night, Jiang Wantang waited in Zhaiyue Tower for a long time, but did not see Xiao Jingheng appear.

The wind and snow outside seemed to be getting stronger.

The night was lonely. Jiang Wantang stood alone leaning against the railing, reaching out to catch the falling snow from time to time. Her frail figure had an indescribable coldness and loneliness that made people feel distressed.

"Miss, it's late at night and very cold. I'm afraid the young marquis has been delayed by something. Let's go back first." The maid Xiuzhu advised her when she saw that her little hands were red from the cold and her face was as pale as paper.

Jiang Wantang shook her head. "It's almost time. The fireworks are about to start. I want to watch them all..."

She had never seen the dazzling fireworks in Shengjing City in her life.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" in the sky, and a large amount of colorful light streaked across the night sky, blooming into colorful flowers, like flowers scattered by fairies, which was beautiful beyond words.

Jiang Wantang looked up, her eyes lit up by the brilliant fireworks, and she couldn't help but sigh, "How beautiful!"

"Is this the ever-bright night of Shengjing City with its colorful trees and silver flowers?" (Reference picture for artistic conception) Xiao Jingheng did not lie to her.

It’s really beautiful and shocking!

The entire Shengjing City was illuminated by brilliant fireworks, as well as a pair of "infatuated men and women" hugging each other tightly on the long street.

The woman's eyes were red, and she was saying something in a touching and aggrieved voice, while the man's eyes were full of heartache and pity.

Under the bright illumination of the fireworks, Jiang Wantang could clearly see the man and woman hugging each other downstairs.

It was her long-awaited husband Xiao Jingheng and her elder sister Jiang Wanfu.

Jiang Wanfu hugged Xiao Jingheng's waist tightly from behind, and the latter did not resist...

The fireworks blooming all over the sky seemed to be celebrating their reunion.

As Jiang Wantang watched, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

She sneered, and in her pair of peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, tiny stars of light twinkled. Her beautiful face, as pale as paper, looked like a demon in the dark night.

It looks like a suffocating sense of brokenness and beauty.

It seemed as if the next moment, she would fall between heaven and earth along with the white snow.

The maid Xiuzhu looked at her worriedly: "Miss..."

The cold wind was still and Jiang Wantang's expression was desolate. "Actually, I've known this for a long time, but I just wouldn't give up."

"I should have known long ago that happiness was out of my reach. I thought I could finally find happiness after suffering so much, but it was all a joke..."

"Xiuzhu, it's so cold in Shengjing in winter. Please go to the carriage and get me another cloak."

"Okay, slave, let's go now."

Xiuzhu understood that the young lady wanted to be alone for a while and she didn't want others to see her vulnerable side.

She is so delicate yet so strong.

The wind and snow were getting stronger. Jiang Wantang looked at the snowflakes falling all over the sky and suddenly smiled softly, a sad and beautiful smile.

"In my life, even the slightest moment of tenderness I've ever received has been nothing but false and hypocritical lies..."

The people she cares about only care about her (Jiang Wanfu).

The young man who promised her a home, ultimately did not belong to her...

In this world, she is the only one left, walking alone.

No one to rely on, homeless.

……

"Second sister..."

A familiar voice came, Jiang Wantang turned around and saw Jiang Wanfu walking towards her.

"long time no see!"

"My sister looks even more beautiful than before. I guess she's having a good time in the Marquis' Mansion."

Her eyes were red, obviously she had been crying downstairs just now, and her face and eyebrows showed a pitiful look.

Apart from this, her cheeks looked rosy, and her fingers were still as slender and white as jade. It seemed that even if she was banished to the cold palace, she didn't suffer much with Prime Minister Jiang and Xiao Jingheng managing the relationship outside.

Jiang Wantang raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, ignoring her.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanfu gritted her teeth and continued, "Humph, sister, you stole my good marriage, you should return it to me."

"Stole yours?" Jiang Wantang's lips curved up slightly, a smile that was very subtle but full of sarcasm.

"That's right." Jiang Wanfu raised her chin slightly and looked at Jiang Wantang with a proud expression: "This marriage was originally arranged with me. If I hadn't entered the palace, how could it have been the turn of a country girl like you?"

"You should know that Brother Jingheng has liked me for so many years and indulged my willfulness for so many years. He treats you well just to spite me."

"Now that I'm back, I've entered into a state of meditation in this mansion."