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

Chapter 427 Fengqi Palace

The Taiji Palace contained memories that Jiang Wantang didn't want to remember. As soon as she entered, she felt depressed and breathless.

More importantly, living here, surrounded by Ji Wuyuan's people, would be extremely inconvenient for what she was going to do next.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her silently, his eyes slightly closed, dark and difficult to see.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Wantang explained, "Your Majesty, Taiji Palace is your bedroom. As a concubine, I cannot live in the emperor's bedroom forever."

"Your Majesty, rest assured. I have promised to stay in the palace willingly and will not think of escaping again."

Ji Wuyuan wanted to say, yes.

As long as she wanted to live there, he could let her live there for the rest of her life.

In fact, he knew that what Jiang Wantang said was just an excuse. She just wanted to avoid being in the same room with him day and night.

But looking at her cold and distant face, and the stubborn look in her peach blossom eyes, she was staring at him without blinking.

The word "yes" stuck in his throat. He raised his hand and touched her head. Finally, he compromised and gave in: "Okay."

"Tang'er, you will stay at Taiji Palace for now. I'll have Fengqi Palace cleaned up and we'll move there tomorrow, okay?"

Jiang Wantang nodded and said, "Okay."

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan brought her into the Taiji Palace. Without even drinking a sip of tea, he went directly to the imperial study to deal with the government affairs that had been delayed in the past few days.

Until night, when Jiang Wantang went to bed in the bedroom, Ji Wuyuan did not come back.

The bedroom was still decorated with festive red wedding chambers, and the dragon couch was still covered with a bright red dragon and phoenix wedding quilt. There were also dragon and phoenix wedding candles specially prepared by Wang Fuhai, obviously wanting to have another wedding night for the emperor and empress.

However, Jiang Wantang did not wear the festive red pajamas, but only changed into a plain satin nightgown.

She lay on the dragon couch, her eyes calm and sleepless.

The night gradually darkened, and everything was silent except for the sound of the cold wind hitting the windows.

But at this moment, the imperial study was brightly lit with candles, and the halo of light illuminated Ji Wuyuan's cold and focused face as he sat in front of the imperial desk.

Wang Fuhai looked at the pitch-black night outside and cautiously stepped forward to remind him, "Your Majesty, it's already three o'clock in the morning, you..."

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand to interrupt him without even raising his eyelids.

Wang Fuhai was worried about his injuries and hesitated to speak. In the end, he could only sigh and step aside.

As the candlelight flickered, Ji Wuyuan's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. He suddenly raised his hand to cover his heart, feeling a sharp pain spreading from his heart...

Wang Fuhai was horrified when he saw this and said, "Your Majesty!"

"I will summon the imperial physician right now..."

Ji Wuyuan paused for a moment and stopped him: "No need, I am fine."

After saying this, he continued to handle government affairs.

"Your Majesty..." Wang Fuhai hesitated and began, "While government affairs are important, the emperor's health is even more important."

At this time, there were light footsteps outside the hall, and the leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, walked in.

"Your Majesty," Fei Yu knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "The Zhenbei King's men arrived in the capital a few days ago and are now hiding near the Foguang Temple."

Ji Wuyuan hummed, and said lightly: "Continue to send people to keep an eye on it."

Fei Yu paused, then continued, "That day, Jiang Huaizhou's body disappeared from the mass grave, and the people we sent out earlier sent back news..."

"As you expected, Jiang Huaizhou faked his own death to escape and deliberately framed you."

Ji Wuyuan paused with the red brush in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Feiyu, his phoenix eyes cold: "Have you found any trace?"

Fei Yu shook his head and lowered his eyes, saying, "Those people acted cautiously and hid themselves secretly. They only ran south, and their exact location has not been found yet."

"Also, during my investigation, I discovered something about... the Empress."

Ji Wuyuan's fingers moved slightly, and the red pen in his hand left a pool of scratches on the memorial.

He calmly put down the red brush in his hand and said calmly, "Speak."

Fei Yu lowered his voice a bit: "The Queen seems to be investigating the matter of Jiang Huaizhou recently, as well as the genocide of the Nangong clan."

"The Queen...did she discover something too?"

"Do you want me to stop it?"

Ji Wuyuan didn't say anything, looking at the dark night outside the window, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Feiyu looked at his stern face and felt a little uneasy.

After all, what happened back then involved a royal scandal, and also...

Fei Yu knew how much Ji Wuyuan was afraid of what happened back then. His later cold-hearted, indifferent and cruel personality was closely related to what happened back then.

If it were someone else who dared to touch the emperor's reverse scale, he would have died a thousand times over.

But this person is the Queen...

If this person is her, Feiyu doesn't know how far His Majesty will go given how much he loves her.

After a long time, Ji Wuyuan withdrew his gaze, his tone as light as mist: "Let her investigate, there is no need to obstruct her."

Feiyu's pupils dilated and he froze in place for a moment.

After a while, he found his voice again: "Yes."

The next day, inside Taiji Palace.

Jiang Wantang got up early in the morning. Ji Wuyuan did not come back all night, and she had something hidden in her heart and did not sleep all night.

Wang Fuhai received Ji Wuyuan's instructions. After Jiang Wantang had breakfast, he brought the palace servants to clean up the place, and the group moved to Fengqi Palace in a grand manner.

In front of Fengqi Palace, the vermilion palace walls are solemn and majestic, and the glazed tiles sparkle with golden light in the morning light.

The golden nanmu door slowly opened, revealing a magnificent palace. The decorations and furnishings of the main hall were extremely luxurious.

The hall is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings. The ceiling is painted with a colorful phoenix pattern, which looks lifelike and seems to be about to spread its wings and fly high. On the huge pillars, golden dragons are coiled...

It is several times more spacious and luxurious than the Changle Palace where Jiang Wantang lived before, and it is worthy of being a palace where only the queen can live.

More importantly, the front and back yards were filled with Jiang Wantang's favorite peach trees, valuable flowers and plants, and a large crabapple flower wall, identical to the one in Changle Palace, with flower vine swings and colorful palace lanterns...

Just by looking at it, you can tell that it was specially prepared for her.

There is no way it could have been cleaned and arranged in one day; preparations had to have started at least several months in advance.

So, before they returned from Jiangnan, he had already planned to marry her as his queen?

Jiang Wantang stood at the door in a daze, his pupils trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty, be careful with the steps..." Seeing that she was standing still, Wang Fuhai bowed and reminded her at the right time, and the whisk in his hand swept across the non-existent dust on the white marble steps.

Wang Fuhai had a smile on his face and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please see if there is anything else that needs to be added. I will send someone to do it right away."

Unable to describe the feeling in his heart, Jiang Wantang withdrew his gaze.

She walked in and said calmly, "No need."

After saying that, he added: "That's it, very good."