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

Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly shook, and he subconsciously took several steps back, almost losing his balance.

Seeing this, Leng Mei and Leng Xue behind him hurried forward to support him.

In just a moment, Jiang Wantang calmed down and figured out the key.

Since the poison was given to her, the only person who could have poisoned her without any defense was her brother Jiang Huaizhou.

As for when the poison was administered?

Jiang Wantang guessed that it was the time when she rescued Jiang Huaizhou from the Ministry of Justice prison after she had just been "favored".

At that time, she was worried about Jiang Huaizhou's injury, so she asked Ji Wuyuan to agree to let Jiang Huaizhou enter the palace to be treated by the imperial physician.

So at that time, he had already colluded with Nangong's old subordinates and began to use and plot against her?

If one plan fails, try another;

If poisoning fails, fake your own death.

What a deep plot!

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang's breathing stopped and his heart suddenly contracted, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, causing him to feel a sharp pain.

She took a deep breath, digging her fingertips into her palms, and finally calmed herself down.

At this moment, she was just glad that their conspiracy did not succeed.

Jiang Wantang lowered his eyes and looked at the imperial physicians kneeling on the ground. He said slowly, "You all wait outside the palace for now. Those who need to boil the medicine should go ahead."

After saying this, without waiting for the other doctors to react, he walked towards the Taiji Palace.

As she walked outside the hall, she heard hurried footsteps coming from inside. Wang Fuhai's panicked voice came closer: "Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician quickly! His Majesty is vomiting blood again!"

Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly constricted, she lifted up her heavy skirt and strode into the hall.

As soon as I entered the hall, I was overwhelmed by the strong smell of blood...

Jiang Wantang saw Ji Wuyuan half-leaning on a small golden nanmu couch with dragon patterns, his posture was cold and stern, the hem of his black and gold dragon robe was stained with dark red blood, broken medicine bowls were scattered on the ground, and brown medicine juice was mixed with blood.

All the palace servants knelt on the ground trembling with fear, not daring to look up.

Ji Wuyuan's face was sickly pale, but his eyes and thin lips were dyed with a bright red. His already enchanting face now looked cruel and seductive.

"A Yuan..."

Jiang Wantang ran into the hall in a panic. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice trembled unconsciously.

When Ji Wuyuan saw Jiang Wantang suddenly appear, his pupils trembled, and a hint of panic appeared in his deep red eyes.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists, looking like he was suppressing something.

As Jiang Wantang approached step by step, the blood-red color in his eyes faded away little by little.

Ji Wuyuan tried to soften his tone, but the words he spoke were still stiff: "You...why are you here?"

After saying that, he swept his cold gaze towards Wang Fuhai who was standing at the door of the hall. The latter quickly shook his head and knelt down in panic.

At this time, the imperial doctors also rushed in from outside the hall with their medicine boxes in their hands, looking nervous and panicked. One of them was holding the medicine that had just been delivered by the palace maids.

As soon as Ji Wuyuan saw them, his violent emotions surged up again, but because Jiang Wantang was present, he forced himself to hold it back, with a gloomy face, and did not lash out.

The imperial physician who brought the medicine walked towards Ji Wuyuan tremblingly, fearing that Ji Wuyuan would be unhappy and spill the medicine on the ground again.

"Leave it to me."

When the imperial physician approached, Jiang Wantang spoke lightly and took the medicine from his tray.

Jiang Wantang carried the medicine and slowly walked to Ji Wuyuan's side and sat down.

She placed the medicine bowl on a low table beside her, then picked up the silver spoon and gently stirred the medicine in the bowl.

Ji Wuyuan stared at her without blinking, and clenched his fists helplessly.

After stirring, Jiang Wantang scooped up a spoonful of medicine, put it to her lips, blew it gently, and fed it to Ji Wuyuan's mouth.

Although she appeared as calm as ever, Ji Wuyuan could still see the ripples and redness in her watery eyes.

She fed him a mouthful, and Ji Wuyuan drank it.

He didn't even frown as the bitter medicine went down his throat.

He was completely different from the man who had frowned at the smell of bitter medicine not long ago.

Soon, the small bowl of medicine was empty.

The imperial doctors were stunned by this scene.

Jiang Wantang took out a handkerchief and wiped the medicine juice from the corner of Ji Wuyuan's lips, and wiped the remaining blood stains from the corner of his lips, her fingertips trembling.

As he rubbed, the redness in his eyes grew more intense.

Ji Wuyuan couldn't bear it any longer, raised his hand and held her hand, sighing softly: "I'm really fine, Tang'er don't have to worry."

"Why don't you say it?" Jiang Wantang's eyes were red and his voice was trembling.

Ji Wuyuan lowered his brows and did not answer her.

He smiled nonchalantly and said, "I'm fine, aren't I?"

For him, it makes no sense to say this now.

It only added to her sadness and guilt.

He didn't want to see Jiang Wantang sad, nor did he want her to feel guilty.

Jiang Wantang lowered her head, tears streaming down her face...

However, the palace maids and imperial doctors in the hall had already retreated tactfully.

"why cry?"

"Isn't Tang'er hoping that I'll die sooner?"

Ji Wuyuan looked at her deeply.

A trace of pain flashed in Jiang Wantang's eyes, but he didn't answer.

Ji Wuyuan stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, but when he thought of the smell of blood and medicine on his body, he finally put his hand down.

This time, Jiang Wantang held his hand and hugged him.

She buried her head in Ji Wuyuan's arms and said in a very soft voice: "I'm sorry..."

Ji Wuyuan hugged her tighter and said, "It has nothing to do with you. It's my fault."

It was because he didn't handle it properly that they ended up like this.

The hall fell silent for a moment, with only the crackling sound of burning charcoal fire.

Ji Wuyuan had just hugged the man for a while when he felt the pain in his heart begin to reappear.

He was reluctant to let go and wanted to endure it, but Jiang Wantang had already noticed it and called in the imperial physician.

When the imperial doctors saw Jiang Wantang at this moment, it was as if they had seen a savior.

After the diagnosis by a group of imperial physicians, they all told Jiang Wantang that His Majesty's injuries had relapsed, stimulating the remaining toxins in his body. He needed to rest for a period of time, take medicine on time, get more rest, and not worry about anything else.

Jiang Wantang nodded and wrote down everything.

After the imperial physicians left, Jiang Wantang stood up and walked to Ji Wuyuan, knelt down, and said seriously, "I would like to ask Your Majesty to let me handle the matter of Jiang Huaizhou."

"The ground is cold, get up and talk first."

Ji Wuyuan stood up and helped her up, but Jiang Wantang refused.

So, he half-knelt in front of her, looking her in the eye, his eyes complex: "Have you thought it through?"

Jiang Wantang said firmly, "Yes, I have thought it through."

"I have a plan to lure them into the trap and help Your Majesty eliminate the Nangong clan's rebels."

"It's just..." Jiang Wantang paused and said, "It's just that I have a request."