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

Chapter 413 Want to die?

After saying that, Zhang Long took a step back, bowed to Jiang Wantang, and said respectfully: "Sorry, young lady, Zhang Long can only take you so far!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and hurried in the direction where Xie Zhiyan had left.

Jiang Wantang held the letter in his hand, his mind still in a trance and confusion.

All that echoed in her mind was the image of Ji Wuwang holding a blood-stained sword across her neck and yelling at her to go away.

Shi Lin, who was standing by, saw Jiang Wantang standing there in a daze, so he stepped forward and whispered, "Miss, we should leave."

At this time, Xiao Jingheng, who was walking in front, also looked back.

His expression was complicated, and when he looked at Jiang Wantang with his deep eyes, there was an intense pain of regret and indescribable attachment.

Xiao Jingheng opened his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Tang'er, the exit is just ahead, you..."

However, before Xiao Jingheng could finish his words, Jiang Wantang seemed to wake up instantly. He casually handed the envelope in his hand to Shi Lin beside him, turned around and ran back.

Xiao Jingheng hurriedly caught up with her, stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and said anxiously: "Tang'er, once you get out of here, you will be free..."

"Are you really going to...just give up like this?"

Jiang Wantang turned around and looked over.

Xiao Jingheng saw the tears sliding down her face, and his pupils suddenly trembled.

Is she crying?

Is it because of another man?

In his previous life, he had never seen her so sad and crying.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, and an indescribable bitterness filled his heart...

However, Jiang Wantang just looked at him indifferently, his attitude cold and firm: "Let go."

"My affairs, young marquis, do not trouble yourself."

Xiao Jingheng felt a pain in his heart, and his tightly clenched hands finally fell down. He could only watch Jiang Wantang leave without looking back, and ran towards another man regardless of everything...

Yes, he had long lost the qualifications to stand by her side.

One wrong step, then another, and it seemed like he had no chance...

Now, no matter if it was him, him, or him, the one who could stand beside her could never be herself.

"Tang'er, I'm sorry..." Xiao Jingheng clenched his fists tightly and murmured softly.

There was an indescribable bitterness in the voice, which dissipated in the wind and snow.

At that time, the snow in the sky seemed to be getting heavier and heavier...

At the gate of the palace, which was covered in blood, the battle situation became more and more intense. The shouts and screams shook the earth. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a hell on earth.

The white snowflakes fell heavily, but they could not cover up the blood all over the ground. Every falling snowflake would instantly melt in the blood.

A dense rain of arrows poured down from the sky, and Ji Wuwang's secret guards fell one after another. The original four or five hundred elite soldiers were now reduced to only a few dozen people.

However, the offensive launched by Ji Wuyuan became more and more fierce, not giving them any chance to breathe.

The remaining secret guards formed the final battle formation with their backs to each other, constantly waving their swords to resist the sharp arrows coming from all directions. Everyone's stern face showed a determination to face death.

Ji Wuwang was surrounded by the imperial guards at the front. His snow-white robe was soaked with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

He was already blood-thirsty, and every time he raised his sword and swung it, a long, shocking string of blood would be left behind.

Xie Zhiyan arrived later and fought his way towards Ji Wuwang. He was also besieged by dozens of imperial guards, and the further he went, the harder it became to move forward.

Ji Wuyuan didn't raise his hand until all of Ji Wuwang's secret guards fell one by one.

The rain of swords falling from the sky came to an abrupt stop with his movement.

The imperial guards also stopped attacking and retreated several steps in an orderly manner, narrowing the encirclement.

The blood-filled air suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of wind and snow whistling past.

Ji Wuwang, who was standing at the front, was covered in blood and his face was pale. He was almost unable to hold on and could only be supported by his subordinate Shi Feng.

A broken arrow was stuck in his shoulder, and drops of blood were dripping from his fingertips. The snow under his feet had merged with the blood, and it had already become a bloody mud.

"Master, you..." Shi Feng's voice was choked with sobs, and he was also covered in scars.

Not far behind them, Xie Zhiyan and Zhao Hu were leaning against the wall, barely able to stand.

Xie Zhiyan was also covered in wounds, with a hideous wound on his arm, blood oozing out...

He supported his sword with one hand and held the palace wall with the other. His handsome face had lost color due to excessive blood loss. He looked at Ji Wuwang's condition in front of him with a solemn expression.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the scene coldly, his eyes were like solidified black ice, handsome and deep, revealing darkness and paranoia.

"Ji Wuwang..."

"If you know what's good for you, hand over your military power."

"For Tang'er's sake, I will spare your life."

Ji Wuyuan looked at Ji Wuwang with a playful expression, and the smile on the corner of his lips was sarcastic and cold, as if saving his life was already a great blessing.

Ji Wuwang raised his eyes and looked at him, his blood-stained eyes filled with coldness and disdain.

He scoffed, a casual laugh. His elegant and distinguished face was now filled with anger: "What qualifications do you have to mention her?!"

"Do you think you're the only one who loves her?!"

"A cold-blooded lunatic like you, do you understand what love is?"

"All you do is rob and plunder!"

"But you clearly got her, why don't you cherish her and treat her well!"

Ji Wuwang's angry questioning was like thunder piercing his ears.

The smile on Ji Wuyuan's face began to crack, and he looked at him with ice-cold eyes.

Ji Wuwang met his gaze without fear, the smile on the corner of his lips wantonly and wildly.

He snorted coldly: "Humph! You want military power?"

"dream!"

Ji Wuwang's voice was cold and sharp, resounding in the wind and snow.

He forced himself to stand up straight, the broken arrow on his shoulder trembling slightly with the movement, and blood gushed out.

Ji Wuwang stared fiercely at the arrogant Ji Wuyuan.

Then, he sneered and said, "Even if I, Ji Wuwang, die today, I will never hand over the military power to you!"

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Ji Wuyuan's cold eyes fell on Ji Wuwang, and there was already a murderous aura in his cold eyes.

"Want to die?" His voice was soft, cold, and full of hostility.

"Okay, I'll help you!"