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

Chapter 402 Intense Hatred

The young palace maid was so frightened that she immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I deserve to die! I was anxious and bumped into you. I didn't mean to do that... Please have mercy on me and spare me this time."

Her voice trembled, her body trembled, and her forehead kept knocking on the ground.

Leng Mei, who was standing next to Jiang Wantang, was about to attack when she saw this, but Jiang Wantang raised his hand to stop her.

Jiang Wantang glanced at the palace maid with deep eyes and said calmly, "Get up. Just be more careful next time."

Upon hearing this, the little palace maid hurriedly thanked him and retreated.

Jiang Wantang clenched the note in her hand until the little palace maid disappeared.

Yes, the little palace maid just bumped into him on purpose and took the opportunity to slip a note into Jiang Wantang's hand.

Later, Jiang Wantang walked for a while and then used the excuse of being tired to go back to the bedroom to rest.

After returning to the bedroom, she found an excuse to send Leng Mei and Leng Xue away, and took out the note to check.

The note contained the route to escape from the palace for tomorrow's wedding.

Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes. She didn't need to guess, she knew who gave it to her.

At this time, the only one who knew that she was trapped and could guess that she wanted to escape was Xie Zhiyan.

However, she didn't expect that at this moment, he would still come to save her in this way.

Jiang Wantang tightened her fingers slightly around the note, then she smiled, threw the note into the incense burner, and watched it burn out.

Last time, Xie Zhiyan was beaten with fifty sticks for her and lost his position as the Minister of Justice.

If this time...

He's probably going to die.

Jiang Wantang smiled bitterly and shook her head. This was not what she wanted to see.

Xie Zhiyan is a favored child of heaven and should not be implicated by her.

Even the guards in Taiji Palace are so strict, let alone the entire imperial palace.

Jiang Wantang knew better than anyone that the chances of her escaping were slim.

Anyone who tries to rescue her will undoubtedly have to pay a huge price, not to mention that there is no guarantee that she can be rescued.

Jiang Wantang wanted to escape, but she had to rely on herself.

That night, Jiang Wantang went to bed early while Ji Wuyuan was still not back.

She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, letting the thousands of thoughts in her mind linger.

I don’t know if it was the effect of the medicine or because I was tired, but I gradually felt sleepy.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Jiang Wantang, still half asleep, suddenly felt a slightly cool embrace against her back, causing her body to shudder.

The person behind her hugged her tighter.

Jiang Wantang suddenly opened her eyes, thinking he was going to do something again.

However, Ji Wuyuan just hugged her tightly from behind. He buried his head in her neck, his voice low and lazy, "Don't be afraid, I won't touch you."

"Go to sleep, Tang'er."

"I'll be with you."

After saying that, he gently kissed the top of her head and then hugged her tighter.

Jiang Wantang didn't say anything else, but just closed his eyes again.

The two of them hugged each other and fell asleep together.

In the dead of night, Ji Wuyuan, lying on the couch, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Wantang, who was breathing evenly and seemed to be sleeping soundly in his arms. He raised his hand to tuck the quilt for her, then got off the bed quietly.

After he left, Jiang Wantang, who was supposed to be "soundly asleep" on the couch, opened her eyes, her eyes dark and calm.

She lifted the fur quilt and got out of bed, and to avoid making any noise, she followed out barefoot.

He sneaked out in the middle of the night, there must be something wrong.

As Jiang Wantang walked out of the bedroom, she heard voices coming from outside.

It was the voices of the secret guard leaders Fei Yu and Ji Wuyuan.

Jiang Wantang walked over quietly and hid behind the door to eavesdrop.

"Your Majesty, everything is normal in the capital." Feiyu said.

"It's just that, according to your instructions, Jiang Huaizhou's body was thrown into a mass grave outside the city..."

With just these words, Jiang Wantang's mind went blank and his body froze in place.

Her ears were buzzing, and Fei Yu's words echoed over and over again: Throw Jiang Huaizhou's body into a mass grave in the suburbs.

Jiang Wantang's heart suddenly contracted sharply, as if being pricked by needles, and it was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.

Mass grave?

They left my brother in a mass grave...

Didn’t he promise that if she followed him back to the palace, he would give her brother a proper burial?

Ji Wuyuan...is lying to her again!

Even though his brother was already dead and would no longer pose any threat to him, he was still unwilling to let him go.

They were unwilling to even give him the last bit of dignity.

Jiang Wantang bit her lips tightly, not making a sound. Her hands were clenched into fists, trembling faintly...

When she thought about the brother who had given her the only kindness and warmth, and how he had died in such humiliation and sadness, with no one to collect his body after his death...

Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and it was extremely painful.

At this moment, Jiang Wantang suddenly felt hatred in his heart.

Intense hatred.

She should have known...the emperor was heartless.

It's ridiculous that she actually believed his lies.

If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have risked her life to rescue her brother at the gate of Dali Temple prison that night.

At this moment, Ji Wuyuan shouted from outside the door: "Who!"

"Who's there? Come out!"

Immediately afterwards, Ji Wuyuan waved his palm, and the palace door shattered into pieces, revealing Jiang Wantang's pale face and slightly trembling body.

Feiyu's pupils suddenly widened, and he called out in disbelief: "My Lady..."

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his dark eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Wantang in front of him with cold eyes.

Jiang Wantang's nails dug deep into his palm, leaving it bloody and messy.

Pain and hatred barely maintained her last bit of clarity and rationality.

She was wearing a thin plain dress and standing there barefoot. The cold wind gently lifted her long hair, and her beautiful and ethereal face was slightly wet, so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became cold.

Jiang Wantang opened her lips, clenched her fists under her sleeves, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I just had a nightmare. It was so terrible..."

"I can't find you when I wake up...

Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears fell silently.

Ji Wuyuan's gaze was deep and complicated as it fell on Jiang Wantang's pale face.

Her face was almost transparent and her lips were bloodless.