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

Chapter 422 Stop Pretending

As soon as this thought came to mind, a sharp pain arose in my heart again.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand to cover his chest and breathed hard.

Not long after, the National Master Jikong walked in from outside.

Ji Wuyuan subconsciously raised his eyes and looked behind him, but there was no sign of Jiang Wantang.

He thought to himself: As expected...

The Imperial Master saw Ji Wuyuan staring out the door in a daze.

He shook his head, seeing through it but not saying it out loud.

Then, the Imperial Master placed the small medicine box beside the couch, reapplied medicine to Ji Wuyuan, and bandaged the wound.

While bandaging the wound, he reminded her, "Your Majesty, please be careful not to make any large movements, as this may reopen the wound."

Ji Wuyuan's face looked unhappy and he didn't say anything.

Jikong was helpless, sighed softly, and bandaged his wound.

He stood up and gently advised, "Your Majesty is at the age of youth and vigor, sitting on the vast empire and invincible. Why do you step down from the altar and indulge in worldly love?"

Ji Wuyuan's pupils sank slightly, and his deep eyes flickered with incomprehensible emotions.

He was silent for a long time, and suddenly said quietly: "You don't understand."

"I once felt the same way."

"But once we meet, it's always different."

As he spoke, Ji Wuyuan's eyes gradually became more distant and deep, with a color that was unfathomable.

He said: "It's lonely at the top..."

"A person who has been lonely for a long time is often more likely to be greedy for the company and warmth in front of him."

Jikong paused and stopped talking.

After a long while, he spoke softly, "Your Majesty, some things cannot be forced."

"You and the Queen both have the fate of being alone..."

Ji Wuyuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Jikong smiled with relief and said, "It seems that after this incident, Your Majesty has changed a little."

"If it were before, you would definitely say that you insisted on doing it."

He looked at Ji Wuyuan's pale and resolute profile, and his mind seemed to overlap with a certain figure from that year, and there were some other emotions in his eyes.

Jikong said calmly, "I am telling Your Majesty all this today because I am worried that Your Majesty will follow the same path as the late emperor."

"You are different from the previous emperor. You were born to be an emperor. You should put the country first and not be caught up in love."

Hearing the word "late emperor", Ji Wuyuan sneered, his eyes were icy cold, and he said with extreme disdain: "How could I be like him!"

"An incompetent and foolish ruler like him nearly destroyed the Ji family's centuries-long rule. He deserves death..."

"Your Majesty, please be careful with your words!" Jikong interrupted in a deep voice.

Ji Wuyuan smiled, but the coldness in his eyes grew even colder. If you looked closely, you would find that there was hatred hidden in them.

He said: "I never believe in fate!"

"In this world, no one except me can predict my fate, whether it is good or bad."

At this moment, Jikong felt that it was too early for him to be relieved, and he was still as paranoid as ever.

Especially regarding the late emperor and what happened back then.

Jikong knew it very well, but he couldn't persuade him anymore.

At this time, Jiang Wantang walked in with some steaming meals and vaguely noticed that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the air.

At this time, Jikong and Ji Wuyuan had already stopped talking about the topic.

Jiang Wantang looked at Ji Wuyuan's unhappy expression and pretended that she hadn't noticed anything.

She smiled faintly and said in a calm voice, "Your Majesty, it's time for breakfast."

Jikong looked at Jiang Wantang in front of him, and even thought that if they could always live in harmony and happiness, with her company, His Majesty might be able to untie the knot in his heart one day.

Unfortunately......

Thinking of this, Jikong couldn't help but shook his head. Just as he was about to sigh, Ji Wuyuan's displeased gaze swept over him.

Jikong understood what he meant and hurriedly took his leave.

Without waiting for Ji Wuyuan's sight, Feiyu quickly slipped away.

But in a moment, only Ji Wuyuan and Jiang Wantang were left in the Zen room.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang who was setting the dishes at the small table, and his expression unconsciously softened a little.

He stood up and walked over, then sat down at the table.

Ji Wuyuan spoke first: "You were out for so long just to prepare these meals?"

Jiang Wantang said "hmm" lightly, and then explained: "I didn't prepare it. I was just responsible for bringing it over."

Ji Wuyuan said nothing more.

Jiang Wantang poured a bowl of light chicken soup and placed it in front of Ji Wuyuan. A light layer of yellow oil floated on the surface of the soup, and the aroma filled his nose...

Ji Wuyuan looked at the chicken soup in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jiang Wantang in front of him with a half-smile.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes and said calmly, "Your Majesty, why are you staring at me?"

"Is there a flower on my face?"

Ji Wuyuan finally realized that Jiang Wantang was no longer pretentious in front of him.

The innocent little white rabbit and the well-behaved and docile kitten are all illusions.

It's clearly a little fox hiding its tail.

Stubborn eyes and an energetic look.

Beautiful women and delicate flowers have thorns.

But it seems to be more to his liking...

Ji Wuyuan's smile deepened unconsciously, and he said jokingly, "Jiang Wantang, this is a temple, you're giving me meat soup?"

Jiang Wantang sneered and replied without changing his expression: "Why, Your Majesty would care about this?"

"I thought Your Majesty had no reservations."

Ji Wuyuan laughed and was choked so much that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

This was in memory of the time he pressed her down on the table in the meditation room and kissed her provocatively yesterday...

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Wantang continued, "The Imperial Master said that His Majesty is in poor health and needs to take plenty of supplements every day."

"He also said that you have been breaking the precepts in this temple for more than a day or two, so you don't need to worry about these empty formalities."

After saying that, Jiang Wantang served another bowl of meat porridge and placed it in front of Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan didn't expect that he would make himself laugh out of anger.

He's weak?!

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan picked up the bowl, his slender fingers gently pinching the porcelain spoon. When he lowered his head to drink the soup, he suddenly took a breath of cold air with a hiss, frowned slightly, and the spoon in his hand paused, falling into the porcelain bowl with a sound.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wantang immediately stood up, reached out to support his arm, and asked, "Did you pull the wound?"

A hint of a triumphant smile flashed across Ji Wuyuan's eyes, then disappeared in a flash.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone a little weak: "It's okay, just... a little painful."