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

In order to cover up his gaffe, the old man hurriedly withdrew his gaze and knelt on the ground.

Jiang Wantang walked in front of him and paused.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the old man with white hair and beard kneeling on the ground, her eyes becoming deeper.

Just now, when their eyes met in the air, she clearly saw a flash of shock in the man's eyes.

Either he recognized me, or he had seen my face before...

Of course, Jiang Wantang is more convinced of the latter.

So, better.

Jiang Wantang simply glanced at him and then looked away.

She looked at Xie Zhiyan on the side, who raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a half-smile in his eyes.

That look seemed to say: Here, one of your fish is here to explore the way...

Jiang Wantang understood what he meant.

She had a sly smile on her face, and her eyes looked like a fox waiting for its satisfactory prey.

Jiang Wantang said calmly: "Thank you for your help, sir..."

"I trust Master Xie's judgment. This old doctor looks like an otherworldly expert."

"It's just that His Majesty just vomited blood today and tried the antidote that the imperial physician had just developed. He finally fell asleep."

"Please, sir, take the person down and take good care of him. We can check on him when His Majesty wakes up."

Xie Zhiyan understood the hidden meaning in her words.

That means this person is useful to her, and she wants him to keep him well.

Xie Zhiyan bowed and said, "Yes, I understand."

After saying that, he took the person away and settled him down.

Xie Zhiyan specifically asked Wang Fuhai to arrange for the old man to stay in a side hall that was not too far away but looked secluded.

Just after the few people left, Ji Wuyuan, who was lying on the couch, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep and sharp, and his aura was imposing.

He sat up straight away, his movements showing no sign of weakness or illness.

"Tang'er..."

Jiang Wantang walked back to the couch upon hearing the sound, and said meaningfully, "Your Majesty, the fish have started to bite."

"Why don't you take this opportunity to rest a little longer and perform the whole act."

After saying that, she raised her hand and pushed him back onto the couch, her movements domineering and powerful.

Ji Wuyuan looked at himself who had been tied to the couch for almost three days, and had no doubt that she was holding a grudge.

She took the opportunity to take revenge for trapping her on the bed in the bedroom.

It really is......

A vindictive little fox.

Ji Wuyuan lay obediently on the couch. He couldn't help laughing, feeling helpless but also liking the look of Jiang Wantang, who had a gentle smile on her face but was actually plotting something bad in her heart.

He held her hand and said, "Okay, Gu Ting Tang'er."

The tone was unconsciously gentle and doting.

"Then your majesty, please have a good rest first. I still have some things to deal with, so I won't disturb you."

After saying that, she smiled and calmly withdrew her hand.

Ji Wuyuan didn't force her, pretending to know nothing and watched her leave.

Tang'er, as long as you stay by my side, I will be patient and take my time with you...

Ji Wuyuan looked at her leaving back, a determined smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

On the other side, the old man came to a secluded side hall and quietly passed out several messages while no one was around.

Jiang Wantang stood on the wall of the imperial palace, watching a carrier pigeon fly over the high wall of the imperial city in a remote corner and fly out of the palace.

She raised her lips slightly, but her beautiful eyes were full of coldness.

Just as she was looking away, she happened to see Xie Zhiyan standing on the other side of the city wall in a purple official robe.

I have to say that this Dali Temple official robe really suits him perfectly. It is elegant and graceful, and exudes a natural aura.

At this time, Xie Zhiyan also withdrew his gaze and saw Jiang Wantang.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Xie Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Jiang Wantang walked towards him and stopped at a suitable distance from him.

She said with a smile in her voice, "I haven't had time to congratulate Master Xie yet."

Xie Zhiyan smiled casually, his expression serious: "Yes, your humble servant thanks the Queen."

Jiang Wantang smiled: "I owe you this."

Xie Zhiyan smiled and said word by word, "Your Majesty has already paid it back. There is no debt or loss."

Jiang Wantang knew that he said this just to alleviate her guilt towards him.

She smiled and changed the subject: "Master Xie, when do you think they will choose to take action?"

"Tonight." Xie Zhiyan said affirmatively.

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, then a smile spread from the corners of his eyes.

"Master Xie is as cunning as ever...shrewd and sly as a fox."

Xie Zhiyan smiled, knowing that nothing good could be said from her.

Afterwards, the two of them left.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was cold. Thick clouds blocked the moonlight completely, and the entire imperial city was shrouded in an eerie silence.

Just after the third watch, several dark shadows flashed across the palace wall like ghosts.

Then, the masked man in black took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, covered his mouth and nose with it, and waved it into the air. Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted out.

Then, the guards at the gate fell to the ground one by one as if they were drunk.

Afterwards, the men in black quietly opened the palace gate, and black shadows quickly poured into the palace one after another and quietly went to Taiji Palace.

Outside the Taiji Palace, the guard on duty suddenly felt a pain in his neck and fell down before he could even make a sound.

At this time, the old man suddenly appeared at the gate of Taiji Palace, opened the palace door, and joined forces with the men in black.

"That dog tyrant is lying in the bedroom. He's undoubtedly been poisoned." The old man lowered his voice and continued, "I've drugged the man inside and made him unconscious. You go into the bedroom first and quickly deal with him!"

"I'll take the others inside to look for the jade seal."

"Go!"

The leading man in black hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something.

The old man held his arm tightly and whispered, "Don't worry, young master, your sister is not in the palace."

"Get in quickly!"

"Remember, we must evacuate before three quarters past midnight!"

The man in black nodded.

There was an eerie silence in the Taiji Palace, with only the copper bells on the eaves trembling gently in the night breeze.

The man in black came to the emperor's bedroom without any obstruction. Through the layers of gauze curtains, a figure could be vaguely seen lying on the couch.

The man in black's eyes flashed, and he drew out the long sword in his hand. The long sword shone with a cold light in the night, piercing through layers of gauze curtains and taking the life of the person on the couch.

Just as the black-clothed man's sword was about to pierce through the last layer of gauze, a cold light suddenly shot out from beside the couch like a spirit snake.

"Zheng——!"

The two sharp swords collided, sending out a string of dazzling sparks.

The man in black's palm trembled violently, and his sword almost fell out of his hand. Jiang Wantang, who was wearing a crimson dress, was standing in front of the couch with a sword in her hand.