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

Chapter 419 Born to be an Emperor

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Her fingers unconsciously clenched into her palms, her face showing a hint of nervousness. She asked, "Who can save him?"

Jikong looked at Jiang Wantang with a deep gaze. He was silent for a moment before he spoke, "A close relative who shares the same fate as him, and is connected by blood."

"Now, there is only one person in this world who possesses both of these conditions."

Almost subconsciously, the figure of Ji Wuyuan emerged in Jiang Wantang's mind.

"An emperor's destiny, a close blood relative..." Jiang Wantang murmured these words in a low voice.

Yes, apart from the late emperor, the only one who can meet these two points at the same time is Ji Wuyuan.

It's Ji Wuyuan...

Jiang Wantang staggered back a few steps until her back hit the cold wall.

She lowered her brows, and a complex and tangled emotion flashed in her eyes.

Jikong watched her reaction, stood quietly by the side, and said nothing. The Buddhist beads in his hand slowly turned, making a slight clinking sound.

After a long time, only the scent of sandalwood remained in the Zen room.

Jiang Wantang finally asked, "Master Imperial Master, how will he save us?"

"What's the price?"

Jikong said calmly, "We need the heart blood of a close relative as the medicine, three drops a day for seven consecutive days."

"The price is that Your Majesty will help the King of Zhenbei break the calamity, but it will backfire on you."

"Backfire on itself?" Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly shrank, and his fingers sank deeply into his palms.

Jikong nodded and said, "That's right."

"The person taking the blood must endure excruciating pain, and this cannot be interrupted for seven days. Any mistake will not only result in all the previous efforts being wasted, but the person taking the blood will also be in danger of their life."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled, and he clenched his palms. He asked, "Will he... die?"

Jikong immediately knew who the "he" she was referring to was.

"He won't die. Your Majesty is the ruler of a country, and I can't let him die."

"It's just that the body, the heart meridian is inevitably damaged..."

"Fortunately, both Your Majesty and the Prince are in their prime. With more careful recuperation in the future, it is possible for them to recover."

Jiang Wantang took a deep breath and continued to ask, "Will that have any impact on his imperial destiny?"

"It will have some impact, but..." Jikong paused, as if weighing his words, "Your Majesty is born to be an emperor. He is a lonely and evil Purple Star. He has had a rough childhood and few relatives. His imperial destiny will not be easily changed."

After that, Jiang Wantang fell silent.

For a long time, she sat alone by Ji Wuwang's bed.

I don’t know what he was thinking about, his pale and haggard face was drooping.

When the Imperial Master Jikong left, he reminded her that she had to make a decision before dark today, otherwise Ji Wuwang would be helpless.

Jiang Wantang sat in front of Ji Wuwang's couch, staring at his gray face without blinking, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

She wanted to save him.

I want him to live well.

If possible, she would rather exchange her life for someone else's.

But her life couldn't save him...

But Ji Wuyuan wants his life, will he be willing to save him?

Not to mention the heart blood and backlash...

Jiang Wantang had no confidence at all.

Seeing that the sky outside was getting dark, Jiang Wantang slowly stood up and walked out of the meditation room.

The cold wind brought flying snow, and the chill hit her face. She was wearing a thin dress and seemed not to feel the cold.

As soon as she walked out of the Zen room, she looked up and saw Xie Zhiyan standing in the corridor.

He was wearing a black cloak, standing quietly in the wind and snow. There was a layer of falling snow on his head, shoulders, and cloak. It seemed that he had been standing there for a long time.

The tall figure seemed particularly lonely in the snow...

When Jiang Wantang looked up at him, Xie Zhiyan turned around and looked over as if he had sensed something.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

She stood in the corridor, her eyes calm, the plain hairband on her head fluttering in the cold wind...

Xie Zhiyan's gaze was still deep and complicated.

Jiang Wantang no longer had the heart to delve into the details at this moment. She looked at him calmly, the corners of her lips slightly curved, forcing a faint smile.

She took two steps closer, bowed in thanks, and then said in a serious tone, "Xie Zhiyan, this time...thank you for your help."

Looking at her pale and haggard face, Xie Zhiyan frowned slightly, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

It was as if there were thousands of words stuck in my throat, but I couldn't say a single word.

Xie Zhiyan took a step forward, but stopped abruptly. His hands under his cloak unconsciously clenched.

There is always a distance between the two of them.

Jiang Wantang looked at his unsightly face and asked with concern: "Your injuries..."

"No problem."

Before he could finish his words, Xie Zhiyan spoke, his voice unusually hoarse.

Jiang Wantang frowned, said nothing more, and left.

Xie Zhiyan looked at her back as she left, raised his clenched hands slightly, and then slowly lowered them.

He watched her leave without blinking. In the flying snow, the hairband in her hair fluttering in the wind seemed to float into people's hearts.

After Jiang Wantang walked a short distance, Xie Zhiyan finally couldn't help but speak: "Your Majesty is in the western meditation room handling government affairs."

His voice was soft, with an imperceptible concern and warmth.

Jiang Wantang paused slightly and said, "Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, and then she added: "Xie Zhiyan, you never owe me anything, never."

Then, he walked towards the meditation room in the west.

Her voice was also very soft, as if it would disappear with a breeze.

Xie Zhiyan silently watched her back as she left. This was the second time she had said something similar to him.

How could he not know what she was thinking?

But his feelings towards her... were never just a debt.

After looking for a long time, until Jiang Wantang disappeared from his sight, Xie Zhiyan showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Long, who had been standing behind him, shook his head helplessly.

With wounds all over his body, he stood in this corridor for half a day in the cold wind and snow, just to see someone and say a few words.

At this time, the candlelight flickered in the western Zen room.

Ji Wuyuan was sitting at the desk, dealing with the memorials piled on the desk.

The black and gold dragon robe on his body shone with a cold and majestic light under the candlelight. He had a strong aura and a look of majesty without even being angry.

At this time, the voice of the secret guard leader Fei Yu came from outside the Zen room.

"This subordinate pays homage to Her Majesty the Queen!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wantang, dressed in plain clothes with only a few hairbands fluttering in the wind on her head, appeared at the door of the Zen room.

Some snowflakes fell on the ends of her hair and shoulders.

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wantang, his eyes were as deep as a cold pond.

After a moment, he said calmly: "What are you doing standing at the door like an idiot? Come in if you have something to say."

Hearing this, Jiang Wantang slowly walked in.

Feiyu wisely closed the door of the meditation room.

Jiang Wantang walked to Ji Wuyuan's desk and knelt down.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her actions and his face suddenly darkened.

He sneered, and his evil face instantly turned several degrees colder: "Are you asking for help?"

Jiang Wantang looked up at him, her eyes calm and peaceful. "Yes."

"I have a request for your majesty."

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his eyes, and a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and walked step by step to Jiang Wantang.