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

Ji Wuyuan stared deeply at the distraught Jiang Wantang in front of him, and sighed helplessly, "Are you really alright?"

Jiang Wantang nodded and bowed to take her leave: "I am a little tired and would like to rest for a while. I will not accompany Your Majesty."

After saying that, without waiting for Ji Wuyuan's reaction, he walked towards the bedroom alone.

Jiang Wantang's attitude was respectful and polite, yet also a bit aloof and distant.

She seemed to have locked herself in a shell, isolating herself from everyone and refusing anyone to get close to her.

Ji Wuyuan stood there, his evil face lowered, no one knew what he was thinking, the look in his eyes was dark and unclear.

Wang Fuhai had been standing behind him, looking at his silent figure, not knowing what to do.

Leng Mei and Leng Xue on the side looked at each other, not daring to say a word.

After a long while, Ji Wuyuan raised his head, his face stern, and said in a calm voice: "Where did the Queen go today?"

Leng Mei and Leng Xue did not dare to hide anything and told the truth: "Your Majesty, the Queen went to the abandoned palace."

Ji Wuyuan's pupils suddenly sank, and he instantly realized something. He turned around and strode towards the direction Jiang Wantang had left.

By then, Jiang Wantang had already walked into the bedroom. The heavy carved door slammed shut, blocking out all sounds from the outside world.

She leaned her back weakly against the cold door panel, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, and she slowly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, a moist red hue had appeared in her watery peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Wantang walked into the hall step by step, but when she was about to reach the couch, she tripped over the thick carpet on the floor and fell to the ground.

She sat on the ground with her arms around her knees, her eyes deep and empty.

When Ji Wuyuan pushed open the door of the palace and walked in, what caught his eye was Jiang Wantang sitting on the ground, with her head resting on her knees and her body curled up into a small ball.

It looked like a wounded young animal, curled up alone in a corner licking its wounds, weak and helpless.

This was the first time Ji Wuyuan saw Jiang Wantang being so vulnerable since they met.

If everyone has a softest spot in their heart, then the softest spot in Jiang Wantang's heart is Jiang Huaizhou.

Jiang Huaizhou is not only her brother, but also the family member she longs for most.

The current situation is tantamount to the collapse of Jiang Wantang's faith.

The sharpest dagger pierced deeply into the softest part of her heart.

Ji Wuyuan had already expected this result.

As for the matter of Jiang Huaizhou, either the deception will continue forever, or Jiang Wantang will discover it all personally.

This is the only case.

It was just that he underestimated Jiang Huaizhou's cruelty and his own soft-heartedness and concern for Jiang Wantang, which led to the subsequent situation.

Seeing this, Ji Wuyuan paused, gently closed the palace door, and walked towards Jiang Wantang with light steps.

He slowly walked to Jiang Wantang's side, squatted on one knee, raised his hand to touch the top of her head, but paused in mid-air for a moment, and finally let it fall gently.

"Tang'er..." Ji Wuyuan stroked her head gently with a soothing look.

However, Jiang Wantang's body was curled up motionless, without any reaction.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were filled with heartache, deep heartache.

He wanted to hug her tightly, but was afraid that she would resist his approach. His slender hands stroked her head again and again.

Until Jiang Wantang slowly raised her head, her red, misty peach blossom eyes, tears of sadness silently slipped down from the corners of her eyes...

At just one glance, Ji Wuyuan's eyes turned red, and indescribable heartache and pain surged up at the same time.

He raised his hand and wiped her tears with his fingertips. His movements were gentle and full of tenderness, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

His Tang'er was born with the most charming and attractive eyebrows and eyes in the world. The teardrop mole at the end of her eye was the color of cinnabar, sparkling and attractive.

When her eyes turned red, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Especially when she was so sad and crying, it was as if the whole world had let her down.

Such beautiful eyes shouldn't shed tears...

Ji Wuyuan half-knelt in front of Jiang Wantang, his pair of red eyes looking straight at her. The heartache, restraint... and the deep love hidden in his eyes were all vividly displayed at this moment.

Two people, one sitting, one kneeling;

One has eyes full of sadness, crying silently, the other has eyes full of love, wiping away tears gently;

No one spoke.

However, silence is better than sound.

Wang Fuhai was guarding outside the bedroom. A gust of cold wind blew past, and the door of the bedroom was blown open a little.

Through the gap, he happened to see the emperor, who was always cold and arrogant and extremely noble, half-kneeling on the ground, wiping the tears of the sad and crying queen bit by bit. The cold aura on his body turned into a tenderness that could drown people.

Every inch of heartache, every inch of tenderness...

It truly embodies what it means for someone in a high position to willingly bow down for love.

How much love does it take to achieve this?

Wang Fuhai couldn't imagine it.

He had been floating around in the palace for decades, and had never heard of or seen any emperor who could do this.

He had never seen an emperor favor only one woman, not even the late emperor who was known for his infatuation.

But it turned out that the most cold-blooded and heartless emperor in the palace was actually the most infatuated.

Wang Fuhai was shocked at first, then horrified.

Finally, he turned away, not daring to look again.

That night, Ji Wuyuan stayed in Fengqi Palace, but he did not get on the bed.

He stayed by Jiang Wantang's bedside all night and didn't leave until it was time to go to court.

After Jiang Wantang woke up, she was no longer in the depressed state she was in yesterday, as if everything that happened yesterday was just an illusion.

She no longer wore plain dresses, but changed into the scarlet dress she usually wore. However, the cold aura she exuded seemed even colder than before.

After one night, he seemed like a different person.

The whole person looks unnaturally calm and indifferent.

Jiang Wantang sat quietly in front of the window, looking down at the letters sent by the spy on the table.

One of the letters was not sent by her, but it contained a detailed record of Jiang Huaizhou's whereabouts.

It must be coming from someone who knows what she is doing.

Someone who could guess her thoughts so accurately and find out before her...

Jiang Wantang almost subconsciously thought of Xie Zhiyan.

She read the contents of the letter several times, and her eyes deepened.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Wantang called Leng Mei, who was serving beside him, and asked, "Do you know if Master Xie is still suspended from his duties at the Dali Temple?"

"Master Xie?" Leng Mei was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "I wonder which Master Xie the Empress is talking about?"

Jiang Wantang's heart sank, and he said, "The Dali Temple Minister thanks you for the banquet."

Leng Mei's eyes suddenly widened a little, and she hesitated, as if she was struggling with whether she should say it or not.