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

The night was deep, and the cries of a few jackdaws could be heard from the depths of the desolate mountains. In the dense woods, a few human figures could be vaguely seen flashing everywhere.

The mountain wind howled, sweeping through the dense forest covered with weeds, revealing a hidden mountain villa with bright candlelight inside.

Inside the villa, candlelight flickered and people gathered.

"Xie Zhiyan has been reinstated?!"

Someone in the crowd was the first to speak in surprise.

In the hall, the person sitting at the first seat was Nangong Lie, the former leader of the Nangong clan. More than ten elders were standing on both sides, all with solemn expressions.

The candlelight flickered in the night breeze as everyone sat together to discuss countermeasures.

Someone said, "Brother, this is strange."

"Let's not even talk about whether that dog tyrant is truly poisoned. The mere fact that Xie Zhiyan has been reinstated is extremely disadvantageous to us right now."

"What if they're orchestrating this drama together to lure us into the trap..."

Someone echoed: "Yes, if they join forces, it will be a trap..."

"We still have to be cautious to avoid falling into a trap."

"..."

Others retorted, "Xie Zhiyan's sudden reinstatement is indeed strange, but have you ever thought about why, if it was really a show, they chose this critical juncture?"

"Even though they were at odds with each other, they were still able to unite. Doesn't this further prove that there is indeed something wrong with the dog tyrant's health?"

"If the tyrant is truly harmless, why bother with all this drama of reconciliation between the ruler and his subjects? Wouldn't it be more convenient to simply send troops to encircle and suppress him?"

"In my opinion, this is clearly poison that has penetrated into the bones. We have to rely on the banquet of thanks to stabilize the government."

Someone echoed, "Our hidden intelligence in the capital has confirmed that the tyrant has been vomiting blood for several days straight, and now he's even skipping his morning court session."

"Besides, the Jiang family daughter has been the only favorite in the harem for a long time. The poison is colorless and odorless. Now that her heart meridian has been damaged, it is discovered that the poison has already penetrated into her internal organs and cannot be cured..."

"The right time, the right place, the right people..."

"That's right!" A bearded man slammed the table and stood up, the sword at his waist jingling. "If you ask me, this is the best time to take action!"

"If we don't take action now, when will we?!"

A burly man immediately said excitedly: "What are you waiting for? Kill him while he's sick!"

"I agree. The nine clansmen of the Nangong clan have incurred the blood debt of hundreds of people. It's time to make that bastard emperor pay with blood!"

"..."

The crowd split into two factions, each holding their own opinions and arguing fiercely.

At this moment, in the small courtyard outside the hall, Jiang Huaizhou stood in the night in a dark robe, his sleeves lifted and lowered by the mountain breeze...

What he was holding tightly in his hand was still the secret letter that Jiang Wantang had sent to him the day before.

Jiang Huaizhou had read this letter over and over again, and the paper was already wrinkled.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting in the letter, and an indescribable emotion flashed in his deep eyes.

What was familiar was Jiang Wantang's handwriting, but what was unfamiliar was that it was not the handwriting that I taught her to copy when she was a child.

The quarrel in the house became more and more intense, but Jiang Huaizhou still stood there quietly, as if he was completely out of it.

It seemed as if the matter that everyone in the room was arguing about had nothing to do with him.

Quiet, gloomy, and indifferent.

At this moment, a loud "bang" sounded in the hall, interrupting the argument of the crowd.

"enough!"

Nangong Lie, who was in the lead, threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

The noisy quarrel stopped abruptly.

The secret room was filled with a tense atmosphere, and everyone turned their eyes to Nangong Lie who was sitting in the main seat.

Under the candlelight, Nangong Lie's eyes were as fierce as an eagle, and he said quietly, "Stop arguing, let the young master decide this matter."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into silence.

The candlelight flickered restlessly in the night wind, illuminating the faces of the people with different expressions, sometimes brighter and sometimes darker.

At this time, Jiang Huaizhou had already put the letter in his hand into his arms. He turned around and walked in slowly.

"Pass the order down..." Jiang Huaizhou's expression was indifferent, but his words were loud and clear.

"Three days later at midnight, enter the palace and take Ji Wuyuan's head!"

Jiang Huaizhou had an indifferent expression but spoke with great force.

Everyone was shocked and responded with a roar, and the candlelight was shaken violently by the surging murderous aura.

"Alright! Take the tyrant's head!"

"Revenge for the Nangong family!" Nangong Lie said in a deep voice.

The others echoed, "Take the tyrant's head and avenge the Nangong family!"

"..."

The roar was so deafening that it startled a group of jackdaws that were nesting in the surrounding dense forests.

......

A few days later, Jiang Huaizhou led a group of Nangong clan rebels and entered the capital in disguise.

Xie Zhiyan stood in a private room on the top floor of Xunhuan Building, listening to the constant reports from his men. Looking at the new vendors on the street corners below and the pedestrians with strange movements, he raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Jiang Wantang, your fish has taken the bait..."

......

As the New Year approaches, the long street, which seems to be getting more and more prosperous, actually has undercurrents.

In just two days, Xie Zhiyan had secretly deployed troops in the capital and the imperial palace. The prosperous imperial city, which seemed to be no different from usual, was actually surrounded by heavy defenses and was as solid as a rock.

Once you make a move, not even a small fly can fly away.

Finally, on the third day, an old man in a long gray gown and with white hair and beard appeared and took down the imperial edict.

He claimed that he was a wandering doctor who was good at curing all kinds of poisons and was willing to enter the palace to give it a try.

The first time Xie Zhiyan saw him, he knew he was in disguise.

The old man was hunched over, with white hair and beard, and spoke in a mysterious way. He looked like a hermit.

But Xie Zhiyan clearly saw that the joints of his left hand hidden in his sleeve were as hard as iron, and there were thick calluses at the base of his palm - those were the marks left by martial artists who had been holding a knife for many years.

He smiled and said calmly, "May I ask what your name is, Master?"

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled: "My surname is Sun, and I don't leave my full name in the world. You can just call me Old Sun.

"Old Sun..." Xie Zhiyan muttered these two words, the smile on his lips deepening: "I don't know if this poison..."

A gleam of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes: "Don't worry, sir, I have been practicing medicine and traveling for many years, and I have never seen a poison that cannot be cured.

Xie Zhiyan smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to accompany me into the palace."

After that, the old man was taken into the palace.

Imperial Palace, inside Taiji Palace.

When the old man stepped into the hall, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

The old man narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. His inquiring gaze passed through the layers of curtains and quietly fell on Ji Wuyuan, who was unconscious on the dragon bed.

Ji Wuyuan had his eyes tightly closed, his face was pale with a hint of gray, and there was still some black blood at the corner of his lips that he had just vomited out.

It seems that he is really terminally ill and will not live long.

Just as he was getting closer to see more clearly, Jiang Wantang, who was guarding the dragon bed and tending to the patient, stood up.

She walked out slowly and came in front of the old man.

In just a few short steps, the old man's pupils trembled noticeably when he saw her stunning face, and he almost lost his balance.