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

Chapter 429 Stop Pretending

Just when Zhao Shujia made this disgusted gesture, Nangong Liuli's eyes turned cold.

She chose the right moment, and when Zhao Shujia approached, she raised her hand and grabbed her hair, then raised her other hand and slapped Zhao Shujia's face several times without mercy.

Zhao Shujia screamed in pain, "Ahhh..."

Afterwards, Nangong Liuli slapped him hard and threw him to the ground.

Zhao Shujia lay on the ground in a mess, covering her already red and swollen cheeks, looking at Nangong Liuli with resentment and hatred: "You dare to hit me?!"

Nangong Liuli laughed, and sneered with disdain: "Who do you think you are!"

"No matter how down and out I am, Nangong Liuli, it's not your turn to step on me!"

"Let alone hitting you, even if I kill you today...what can it do?" As he said this, the sarcastic smile on Nangong Liuli's lips deepened.

Zhao Shujia's face turned embarrassed, and her round eyes were filled with cruelty.

Nangong Liuli was fearless and looked at her with a sneer.

"Remember what I just said..." She paused, emphasizing her words: "Jiang Wantang...is a descendant of the Nangong family."

Not only does she want revenge, she also wants Jiang Wantang to suffer...

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Zhao Shujia's round eyes.

She was about to ask something when Nangong Liuli saw what she was thinking, curled her lips slightly, and ordered her to leave in a cold voice: "Get out."

"If you don't get out of here, I might get itchy and do something else."

After saying that, Nangong Liuli moved the wrist that had just hit someone, and smiled eerily.

Zhao Shujia got up from the ground in panic after seeing this, and ran out with her hands covering her red and swollen cheeks, looking very embarrassed.

As soon as she ran to the gate of the abandoned palace, she saw from afar the person she least wanted to see walking towards her, Jiang Wantang.

Zhao Shujia lowered her head, covered her cheeks, and tried to pretend that she didn't see anything as she quickly slipped away in one direction.

She couldn't let Jiang Wantang know that she had contact with Nangong Liuli.

However, Jiang Wantang recognized her at first sight the moment she came out in disgrace.

Seeing that the latter wanted to sneak away, Jiang Wantang narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

"stop!"

Her voice was powerful and her tone was authoritative.

Zhao Shujia stopped and had to turn around to look at her.

She looked at Jiang Wantang, who was wearing a plain dress, a white flower in her hair, and had no makeup on her face but still had an outstanding temperament and was as beautiful as a fairy. The hand hidden in her sleeve had her nails deeply embedded in the palm.

Today's Jiang Wantang is cold, aloof, and unattainable. She is no longer the country girl who was ridiculed when she first entered the palace.

Looking back at herself...

Zhao Shujia gritted her teeth and bowed, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to the Empress!"

After saying that, she hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, I have nothing to do with that prisoner in the abandoned palace. Today I just..."

"No need to explain. I don't care what your relationship with her is." Jiang Wantang interrupted her coldly.

Her scrutinizing gaze fell on Zhao Shujia's messy hair and her covered red and swollen cheeks. She knew without thinking that these two people getting together would not be up to any good intentions.

After a long pause, Jiang Wantang warned in a cold voice, "Lady Zhao, no matter what you learned from her, or what you two have conspired, I advise you to keep it to yourself if you don't want to get yourself killed."

"Understand?"

Zhao Shujia's pupils trembled and she nodded repeatedly in response.

After saying that, Jiang Wantang walked directly into the abandoned palace.

Before entering the hall, she deliberately took off the white hairpin on her head.

In the abandoned hall, Nangong Liuli leaned lazily against the dim corner, dozing with her eyes closed.

Hearing the noise, she thought it was Zhao Shujia coming back again, and said impatiently: "Didn't I tell you to get out? Why are you back?"

Until the plain skirt and snow-white fox fur appeared in her sight.

Nangong Liuli raised her eyes and looked at the person who came, and asked in surprise: "It's you?"

Jiang Wantang lowered his eyes, looking at her with a half-smile in his eyes: "Why, are you surprised to see me appear in front of you out of the blue?"

Nangong Liuli looked at Jiang Wantang who appeared in front of her with cold eyes and smiled: "A little bit."

"Why, are you here to show off to me, how you stepped on the flesh and blood of your relatives to sit on the throne?"

Jiang Wantang ignored her usual sarcasm. She stared at her intently and asked directly, "Where is my brother?"

Hearing this, the smile on Nangong Liuli's face froze for a moment, and then he pretended to be nonchalant and sneered: "Jiang Wantang, are you going crazy because of this?!"

"Didn't you already know that he was killed by Ji Wuyuan? Why are you asking me?"

"Really?" Jiang Wantang raised the corners of his lips, a faint arc, very shallow but also very cold. "No one in the palace or outside the palace knows about it. How did you, a prisoner imprisoned in this abandoned cold palace, know about your brother's death?"

The expression on Nangong Liuli's face froze for a moment.

She didn't know that Ji Wuyuan had blocked the news and no one outside knew that Jiang Huaizhou was dead.

Nangong Liuli realized later that she had been fooled by Jiang Wantang again.

What a cunning and scheming woman!

She pretended to be calm and looked coldly at Jiang Wantang, who was smiling coldly. Her mind was racing, thinking about how to justify herself.

When she saw the plain dress on Jiang Wantang, Nangong Liuli's eyes lit up and she said coldly, "I guess. Look at your plain clothes. Don't you think you are mourning for someone?"

"Why, from what you said, I guessed right?"

Jiang Wantang had anticipated that she would turn the tables and refused to admit it. She even took off the white hairpin on her head before entering the hall.

But it was precisely because of this that her guess was verified.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang felt a wave of pain in his heart, and he felt depressed and uncomfortable.

But it still doesn't show on his face.

She chuckled softly, the smile on her lips tinged with cold sarcasm: "Who says in the laws of Dasheng that wearing plain clothes means mourning?"

"Nangong Liuli, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

"Anyway, I don't need your recognition."

Seeing her reaction, Nangong Liuli's eyes were panicked for a moment, and then he said angrily: "What do you mean?"

"You've locked me up in this dark, shabby place. What can I possibly know?"

Jiang Wantang looked at her with a cold smile. At this moment, she finally understood why Ji Wuyuan locked Nangong Liuli in this abandoned palace and did not send anyone to guard her openly.

It is the fish on the chopping block waiting to be slaughtered, and also the bait to catch other big fish.

Jiang Wantang approached her and whispered, "Stop pretending. I already know that Jiang Huaizhou is not dead."

"This elaborate plan you've devised shouldn't just be about forcing me into a fight and turning against Ji Wuyuan, right?"