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

Chapter 423 Emperor and Concubine

Before he finished speaking, Ji Wuyuan frowned again "inadvertently", and the soup bowl in his hand tilted slightly, as if he could not hold it steadily.

Seeing this, Jiang Wantang hurriedly took the bowl of soup from his hand and said, "Let me do it."

After saying that, she scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and handed it to Ji Wuyuan's lips.

Although her attitude remained cold, it was at least much better than her previous confrontation.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her deeply, then opened his mouth and drank the soup she handed him.

The moment Jiang Wantang withdrew her hand, Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes and saw a red scar on her wrist.

His eyes suddenly focused, and he reached out, held her hand, and pulled it in front of him.

Ji Wuyuan moved very quickly, catching Jiang Wantang off guard.

He raised his hand and lifted her sleeve. On her fair and delicate wrist, a bright red burn was particularly glaring.

Ji Wuyuan stood up suddenly, his tone anxious, and he couldn't control his emotions: "What happened? When did you get hurt?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

There was clear heartache in his eyes, but when he spoke, his tone unconsciously became heavier.

Jiang Wantang looked at him in a daze, without saying a word.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ji Wuyuan said directly to Feiyu outside: "Feiyu, get the medicine."

After he finished speaking, Feiyu flashed in and placed a pile of small porcelain bottles of medicine on the table.

Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang's hand all the time and was about to apply medicine to her.

The moment his fingers touched her wrist, Jiang Wantang, who was in a daze, suddenly reacted and abruptly pulled her hand back from his.

At this moment, she also realized that Ji Wuyuan was just pretending to be in pain to deceive her.

Jiang Wantang took a step back and said calmly, "Don't bother me. Your Majesty, please have your meal first. I'll come back after I've taken care of it."

After saying that, without waiting for Ji Wuyuan's reaction, he quickly turned around and walked out of the Zen room.

Looking at her back as she fled, Ji Wuyuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimming little by little.

In the Zen room, there was an eerie silence for a moment.

He thought that Jiang Wantang stayed by his bedside all night, worried about his injuries, and prepared meals for him, so she must have cared about him to some extent.

Therefore, he was willing to lower his stance again and again, patiently ease the relationship with her, and get along with her slowly.

But in reality, he was just being wishful thinking and delusional.

Her attitude towards him improved only because he agreed to save Ji Wuwang.

She didn't pretend in front of him, not because she wanted to be honest with him, but simply... there was no need to pretend anymore.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuyuan felt a flash of deep pain and smiled at himself.

Then, he picked up the bowl of chicken soup that Jiang Wantang had placed on the table and drank it in silence.

The soup was at just the right temperature and had a light aroma.

As he was drinking, Ji Wuyuan suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face turned pale...

His hands unconsciously pressed against his chest, and his chest trembled slightly.

This time my heart really hurts...

"His Majesty!"

Fei Yu, who was guarding the door, saw this and hurried over nervously, reaching out to support him: "Your Majesty, is your wound hurting again? I will ask someone to call the Imperial Master over."

After saying that, he went to the door to call someone.

Ji Wuyuan reached out and grabbed him, forcing himself to speak, his voice hoarse and unbelievable: "Stop..."

"I am fine!" He spoke each word with unquestionable strength in his tone.

Feiyu turned around and saw Ji Wuyuan holding his chest, breathing rapidly, with a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He said worriedly, "Your Majesty, are you really not going to ask the Imperial Master to come and take a look?"

Ji Wuyuan shook his head.

Fei Yu saw that his face was not looking good, so he said, "Your Majesty, how about...let me serve you dinner?"

Ji Wuyuan forced himself to sit up straight, his voice was a little suppressed, and he spoke coldly: "Get out."

Feiyu walked out hesitantly...

Then, Ji Wuyuan said: "Wait..."

"Send the order to transfer Leng Mei and Leng Xue to serve the Queen."

Feiyu paused and said, "Yes."

After coming out of the Zen temple, Jiang Wantang did not immediately treat his wounds.

She just covered the wound on her wrist and stood quietly in the small courtyard of the Zen room. Her eyes were dark and complicated, and no one knew what she was thinking.

By the time Jiang Wantang had treated his injuries and returned to the meditation room, Ji Wuyuan had returned to his usual cold and unapproachable attitude.

He sat at the desk by the window, dealing with piles of memorials.

He didn't even look up at Jiang Wantang until she walked to the table and ground ink for him.

He seemed to have turned back into the arrogant and domineering emperor.

But facing such a cold him, Jiang Wantang felt relieved.

Under the current circumstances, it is already the best that they can get along peacefully.

From then on, he was his cold emperor and she was his obedient concubine.

Jiang Wantang thought that his current stubbornness and paranoia might just be due to his youthful vigor, which made him a little overconfident. As time went on and life became dull, he would eventually get tired of it and feel bored.

By then, when the old one is replaced by a new one in the harem, he will no longer be obsessed with her.

Having made up her mind, Jiang Wantang calmed down when facing Ji Wuyuan.

In the silent Zen room, neither of them spoke a word. It was so quiet that only the subtle sound of flipping through memorials and the occasional crackling of burning charcoal could be heard.

After lunch, Leng Mei and Leng Xue hurried over from the palace and brought Jiang Wantang a lot of heavy clothes, furs, and some daily necessities.

Jiang Wantang looked at the pile of large and small packages placed in front of her, and knew without hesitation that it was Ji Wuyuan's order.

She just looked at him calmly and said nothing.

During the day, Jiang Wantang took care of Ji Wuyuan every step of the way, serving him tea and medicine, fulfilling his responsibilities conscientiously, and doing everything himself.

At night, she stayed by Ji Wuwang's bed all night long.

Although Ji Wuwang's face was still pale, fortunately the lifeless gray color had faded away.

His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he had simply fallen into a deep sleep.

This gave Jiang Wantang a little more hope.

After a few days of this, the fatigue and haggardness between Jiang Wantang's eyebrows became more and more obvious.

There was a faint dark blue tint under her eyes, and her figure became thinner and thinner.

Ji Wuyuan saw it all and was angry.

So, after guarding Ji Wuwang all night, Jiang Wantang was stopped by Feiyu when he arrived at the door of Ji Wuyuan's meditation room.

"Your Majesty, please stop." Feiyu bowed and saluted with a very respectful tone.

Jiang Wantang paused and looked at him in confusion.

Fei Yu glanced inside the Zen room and could only helplessly whisper, "Your Majesty, His Majesty said... that he will no longer need you to serve him in the future."