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

Chapter 417 A glimmer of hope

Snow all over the sky...

She was broken and hugged him who was covered in blood.

Not far away stood him, feeling distressed and guilty, and him, feeling painful and regretful.

The dark night, the white snow, and the tragic atmosphere reached their peak at this moment.

Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan couldn't just watch Jiang Wantang commit suicide. Just when they couldn't help but take action, a melodious sigh suddenly came from the air: "Amitabha..."

Immediately afterwards, the Imperial Master, dressed in a white-gray Taoist robe, suddenly appeared in front of them.

He walked quickly over, the silver-white whisk in his hand fluttering in the wind and snow, his deep eyes full of compassion.

“Amitabha… Amitabha…”

The Imperial Master Jikong walked over quickly, looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, shaking his head and sighing.

"Amitabha..." He chanted in a low voice, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand quickly, "What a sin, what a sin..."

It was not until he walked to Ji Wuwang's side and knelt on the ground that Shi Lin suddenly reacted. He hurriedly knelt and crawled over, grabbing Jikong's clothes tightly with his bloody hands, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Master! Please save my prince!" Shi Lin's voice was hoarse and he knocked his forehead heavily on the ground: "Master, please..."

Shi Feng, who was standing by, saw this and without even bothering to wipe the tears from his face, he hurriedly crawled over, kowtowed repeatedly, "Please, Imperial Master, save my prince!"

Only then did Jiang Wantang finally react.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the national teacher Jikong in front of her. Her pupils trembled slightly, and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in her dead eyes.

National Division?

Jiang Wantang's memory of the Imperial Master Jikong still lingers on the time when they first returned from Jiangnan.

But at that time, she was blind and could not see his true face.

"National Master, please...save him!"

Jiang Wantang knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold earth, his words choked with sobs.

Jikong lowered his eyes and looked at the stunning woman in front of him who had a remote family connection and had suffered a tragic fate. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head and said nothing more.

He squatted down and put his fingers on Ji Wuwang's wrist.

After a moment, Jikong frowned slightly.

"Fortunately, I'm not too late. There's still a glimmer of hope..." He whispered, then took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, gently pried open Ji Wuwang's mouth, and put a black pill into his mouth.

Jiang Wantang suddenly raised her head and looked at him with red eyes filled with bright light.

At the same time, Shi Feng and Shi Lin were looking at him expectantly.

"This medicine can protect his heart meridian, but..." Jikong paused, looked into their expectant eyes, and sighed, "Forget it, you can take him back to Foguang Temple with me first."

After saying that, Shi Lin carefully carried Ji Wuwang on his back, and the few of them left with the Imperial Master.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the frail white figure in the snow, who looked like she was about to fall down. He clenched his fists and finally couldn't help but take a step forward and said, "Tang'er..."

Jiang Wantang was wearing a plain long dress with large patches of blood-red stains on her body. She walked in the wind and snow, and her thin figure was so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.

However, she seemed not to have heard it. She continued walking out step by step without stopping, her back looking lonely and resolute.

The Imperial Master Jikong, who was walking in the front, said calmly, "Your Majesty, please follow me."

This statement was exactly what Ji Wuyuan meant.

So, he strode towards Jiang Wantang, his robe fluttering in the cold wind.

Before he even got close, he saw Jiang Wantang's frail figure sway slightly, and he was about to fall down...

"Tang'er!"

Ji Wuyuan's pupils suddenly shrank, his voice filled with obvious anxiety, and then he dodged and leaped over.

At the same time, Xie Zhiyan, who was closer, almost took a step forward. When he heard Ji Wuyuan's voice, he clenched his fists and restrained his impulse.

Zhang Long, who was standing beside him, saw this scene, as well as the scars all over his body.

Just a touch would leave his hands covered in blood, but he persisted from beginning to end without making a sound.

Even so, I am still worried about that person.

However, at this moment, Jiang Wantang's face was as pale as paper, and her lips had long lost their color. The long period of grief and tension had already drained her physical strength.

She had just walked a short distance when she felt dizzy. Her vision went dark and she fell backwards weakly.

Just as she fell, a pair of strong hands hugged her in time.

Ji Wuyuan hugged Jiang Wantang, who was freezing cold, and his heart trembled heavily, feeling nervous and worried.

He picked up Jiang Wantang horizontally, condensed the internal force in his palms, and a warm current flowed through his skin and into Jiang Wantang's limbs and bones.

In Ji Wuyuan's arms, Jiang Wantang stretched out her hands nervously, tightly grasping the collar of Ji Wuyuan's shirt.

"Brother Xiaoqi..." she murmured, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Ji Wuyuan's lips turned pale as he pursed them, and his dark and deep pupils stared straight at Jiang Wantang's pale and weak face.

For a moment, my heart ached indescribably.

At this time, the national teacher Jikong also came over.

He raised his hand, placed his fingers on Jiang Wantang's wrist, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Jikong raised his eyes and looked at Ji Wuyuan, and gave a faint conclusion: "He is exhausted, and his energy and blood are depleted..."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes darkened, and his deep pupils were like a cold pond.

Seeing that he looked pale and had a chest injury, Jikong wanted to take his pulse as well, but the latter decisively refused.

Jikong shook his head helplessly, took out another jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out a scarlet pill, and asked Ji Wuyuan to feed it to Jiang Wantang.

On the carriage to Foguang Temple, Ji Wuyuan still held Jiang Wantang tightly in his arms.

He wondered, was he really wrong?

Shouldn't Jiang Huaizhou be killed because of his unacceptable background and the evil intentions he harbors?

If it were him in the past, Jiang Huaizhou would have died countless times.

As for Ji Wuwang, the two brothers had been fighting each other to the death when they were competing for the throne.

The road to becoming an emperor is full of dangers.

Ji Wuwang had the protection of his mother's family and the Nangong clan along the way, but what about him?

A poor prince who was raised by a nanny and has no one to rely on. If he was not hardworking and ruthless enough, how could he survive to this day and hold this vast empire in this palace where people are eaten without leaving any bones?

It seems that he and she were wrong from the beginning...

Her life experience, the people she cared about... all happened to be on the opposite side of him.

This was the first time in his life that he fell in love with a woman and wanted to keep her by his side forever. Was there anything wrong with that?

She was the one who said she liked me and loved me first...