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

Chapter 421: Fate

After Ji Wuyuan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and hugged the person in his arms tighter.

Some warm liquid fell on Jiang Wantang's neck, and instantly she felt an indescribable burning and wetness.

Are they his tears?

Jiang Wantang's heart trembled violently, and she looked at the man in front of her who was hugging her tightly with mixed feelings.

Seeing Ji Wuyuan like this, Jiang Wantang couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but it was definitely not pleasant.

She didn't expect that Ji Wuyuan would agree to her request so easily.

Just like that, Ji Wuyuan held her for a long, long time...

It was so long that he almost had the illusion that he could be with her forever.

At night, when the national teacher Jikong came to take the heart blood, Ji Wuyuan drove Jiang Wantang out.

He didn't want her to see his vulnerable side, nor did he want her to feel guilty about it, even though he knew the possibility of that was slim.

In the Zen room, the candlelight flickered.

Ji Wuyuan leaned on a wooden chair. When he saw Jikong coming with a long silver needle for drawing blood, he took off his robe and revealed his strong and muscular upper body.

"Let's get started." His voice was calm.

Jikong looked at the bloody scar on his chest, frowned, and said in a surprised tone: "Your Majesty, what is this..."

Ji Wuyuan didn't say anything, obviously unwilling to say more.

Jikong shook his head and sighed softly: "Your Majesty, the pain of taking blood from the heart is unbearable for ordinary people. You..."

Ji Wuyuan interrupted impatiently: "Do it."

After hearing this, Jikong said nothing more. After removing the blood-stained white gauze on his chest, he saw the bloody wound and shook his head helplessly.

Unable to bear it, he slowly inserted the long silver needle in his hand into Ji Wuyuan's heart through his wound.

Fresh blood slowly flowed out along the silver needle and dripped into the jade bowl, one drop, two drops...

Ji Wuyuan's face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

Outside the door, Jiang Wantang, who was standing quietly in the corridor, heard Ji Wuyuan's suppressed and rapid breathing inside.

She lowered her brows, not knowing what she was thinking.

Beneath the calm appearance, only the clenched hands reveal the owner's restlessness.

After Jikong took the blood, he treated Ji Wuyuan's chest wound again.

At this time, he had already given Ji Wuyuan a sleeping pill.

Heart-wrenching pain is something that ordinary people cannot endure, let alone when there are old wounds in the heart.

If you stay awake the whole time, the pain will not kill you, but it will make you faint.

Feiyu helped the man onto the couch and covered him with a quilt.

Jikong packed up everything, got up and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he saw Jiang Wantang standing at the door. Jikong shook his head and sighed softly: "What a bad fate..."

Then he turned around and left the Zen room.

Jiang Wantang had no expression on her face. After he left, she slowly walked in and went straight to Ji Wuyuan's couch and sat down.

The man who used to be domineering and strong was now pale and lying weakly on the bed.

It was indeed a look Jiang Wantang had never seen before.

She sat quietly by the side, watching over her. In her memory, it seemed that every time she was sick, Ji Wuyuan would always be by her side since she entered the palace.

Jiang Wantang looked at Ji Wuyuan's pale face and said in a very soft voice: "Ji Wuyuan, having come this far, perhaps we are all wrong..."

Once some damage has been done, it is hard to let go...

Whether it's her or him.

In this chess game, it seemed that Ji Wuyuan admitted defeat first, but Jiang Wantang didn't seem to win either.

The Imperial Master used Ji Wuyuan's heart blood as a medicine guide and gave Ji Wuwang a decoction.

In addition to the seven days of heart blood, the national teacher also needs to meditate and chant scriptures for him for 49 consecutive days.

The Imperial Master said that when taking blood from the heart for the first time, one must be careful to prevent Ji Wuyuan from developing a high fever at night.

Therefore, after watching the Imperial Master give Ji Wuwang the medicine and meditate and chant scriptures for him, Jiang Wantang came back to guard.

From time to time, she reached out to check Ji Wuyuan's forehead, and fortunately there was no sign of fever.

The next day, early in the morning, the wind and snow outside had stopped.

When Ji Wuyuan woke up from the pain, he saw Jiang Wantang sleeping on the edge of the couch.

She was still wearing that thin dress, with nothing covering her. She looked like a small ball, sleeping on the edge of the couch.

Although there was plenty of charcoal fire in the Zen room, it was deep winter after all, and the nights were especially cold.

She slept like this all night...

Ji Wuyuan was angry, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling distressed.

Almost subconsciously, he raised his hand, picked up the black cloak beside him, and put it on her.

When the leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, walked towards him, Ji Wuyuan gave him a cold look.

The look in his eyes was clearly blaming him for how he took care of others.

Feiyu had a lot of grievances. He was a rough man who fought and killed all day long and had never taken care of a woman.

Besides, he doesn't dare to take care of His Majesty's woman.

So Feiyu opened his mouth and wanted to admit his mistake.

Before he could finish his words, Ji Wuyuan raised a finger to his lips, signaling him to shut up.

Feiyu immediately fell silent and swallowed all the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Wuyuan got up and got off the bed.

He moved very gently, for fear of waking up the sleeping Jiang Wantang.

Ji Wuyuan leaned over and wanted to carry the sleeping Jiang Wantang to the couch, but the movement pulled the wound on his chest. The severe pain made his body sway and he almost lost his balance.

Feiyu saw this and hurried over to help.

When he raised his hand towards Jiang Wantang, a sharp and terrifying gaze swept over him.

"Don't want your hands anymore?"

Ji Wuyuan's sinister voice sounded, carrying a biting chill.

Feiyu froze, and instantly realized what he was doing...

He quickly withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I know I was wrong! I overstepped the bounds!"

Ji Wuyuan uttered two words coldly through his thin lips: "Get out."

Feiyu quickly retreated, not forgetting to close the door gently.

Ji Wuyuan endured the pain in his heart and reached out to pick up Jiang Wantang. At this time, the sleeping Jiang Wantang's eyelashes moved and he slowly opened his eyes.

When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

There was still a hint of sleepiness in Jiang Wantang's eyes, but when she saw the person in front of her, she woke up in an instant.

Her eyes fell on Ji Wuyuan's pale face, and then she looked at the white gauze wrapped around his chest, where a little blood had seeped out, and it was obvious that the wound had split open.

"Your Majesty, your injury..." Jiang Wantang's voice was a little hoarse as he opened his mouth.

Ji Wuyuan's body stiffened slightly, and he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

His eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "No problem."

Ji Wuyuan's voice was calm, but it was hard to hide the hint of weakness in his words.

Jiang Wantang stood up and said, "Your Majesty, please sit down first. I will go and find the Imperial Master."

After saying that, she helped Ji Wuyuan sit back on the couch, then turned and walked out of the Zen room.

Ji Wuyuan subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to keep her, but then pulled his hand back abruptly.

There is a hint of darkness in the deep pupils...

Maybe, she just wanted to go and see Ji Wuwang?