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

Jiang Wantang almost instantly rushed towards Jiang Huaizhou, screaming at the top of his lungs: "Brother..."

The moment she jumped onto the city wall, she was grabbed by Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan who suddenly appeared.

When Xie Zhiyan was sure that Ji Wuyuan had held her, she instantly let go of his hand and stepped back.

Jiang Wantang was hugged tightly by Ji Wuyuan from behind. She stretched out her hands as hard as she could, but she couldn't even touch the corner of Jiang Huaizhou's clothes.

She cried out to him heartbreakingly: "Brother!"

Although Jiang Huaizhou was falling rapidly, he kept looking at her with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness. The tears that had been accumulating in his eyes flowed from the corners of his eyes and shattered into crystal points of light in the night.

At this moment, Jiang Huaizhou's dying thoughts:

Tang'er, from the moment I learned about my life experience, I was destined to never live the rest of my life in peace.

I hate my birth and hate the entire Ji royal family. They ruined my mother and me.

From the moment I decided to take revenge, my path forward was blocked.

I just regret that I shouldn't have included you in my plan.

Tang'er, I'm sorry...

Jiang Huaizhou: I came to see the person I wanted to see, and to participate in a game where I was sure to die.

......

Accompanied by a loud "bang" sound in the air...

Jiang Huaizhou fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood spread out from the ground...

"Ah ah ah..."

Jiang Wantang let out a shrill roar of pain.

She struggled to break free from Ji Wuyuan's restraints and stumbled downstairs.

The imperial guards downstairs dispersed to both sides, consciously making a wide path for her, and the guards at the gate also left the gate of the imperial city wide open.

Jiang Wantang ran all the way to the door, looked at Jiang Huaizhou lying in a pool of blood with his eyes closed, and staggered over.

The heavy night began from the east, with a slight hint of white, making the pool of bright red blood on the blue brick ground almost black.

Jiang Huaizhou lay quietly in a pool of blood, his black robe soaked in blood, even darker than the night.

Jiang Wantang knelt down in front of him, stretched out her trembling hands, and held his gradually cooling body tightly in her arms.

Just like when he was six years old, on a cold winter day, Jiang Wantang, who had a high fever and was about to die in his mountain village, was held tightly in the arms of the young boy Jiang Huaizhou and taken to the city, seeking medical treatment everywhere...

But......

This time, she couldn't save him...

She eventually lost her only relative.

This time, she has no relatives at all...

My brother is gone;

Brother Xiaoqi is still lying on the couch, I don't know when he will wake up...

At this moment, her heart was so painful and full of hatred!

But I don't know who to hate...

It seems that everyone has their own stance and is helpless.

It seemed that from the moment she and her brother were born, the end of their lives was destined to be a tragedy.

The Nangong family, a prominent family that was once at its peak, never brought them wealth and status, but endless shackles and burdens.

Even though they tried their best to break free, it still entangled them tightly like a curse...

Jiang Wantang hugged Jiang Huaizhou's rapidly cooling body tightly and cried bitterly.

Ji Wuyuan and Xie Zhiyan stood aside at a distance and did not come forward.

Ji Wuyuan clenched his fists, trembling slightly. While feeling heartbroken, he tried his best to restrain the urge to rush over and take her back.

He is cold-hearted by nature, and the only person he cares about in this life is Jiang Wantang.

No matter how miserable the rest of the people were, they could not arouse any pity or sympathy from him.

In his opinion, Jiang Huaizhou was dead and that was it.

But this time, he did not stop Jiang Wantang. He just walked over quietly, took off his large and warm clothes, put them on her, and then walked away silently.

Xie Zhiyan looked at the tragic scene before him, his deep eyes flushed red, and he clenched his hands under his sleeves...

His heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by someone, as if it were being pierced by a sharp blade, sharp and deep, causing him to tremble with pain.

The third time...

This was the third time she had watched someone she cared about die in front of her.

Xie Zhiyan understands her and knows her, but he is also the one who can empathize with her and cares for her the most.

He knew better than anyone the kindness beneath Jiang Wantang's cold exterior and the fragility beneath her toughness and stubbornness.

There are only a few people she cares about, but each of them is in her heart.

Every loss is undoubtedly a heart-wrenching pain.

A little girl as tenacious and resilient as a weed, who struggled to grow in a harsh environment, blossomed into a gorgeous crabapple that everyone admired...

Why did God treat her so cruelly?

There has never been a moment when Xie Zhiyan hated his own powerlessness as much as he does now.

He thought, if only he could have met her earlier.

A love that cannot be expressed in words;

the moral shackles that cannot be broken free;

Unable to protect openly...

If we had met earlier, would I have been able to protect her openly?

The girl's mournful cries were heavier than the pitch-black night, infecting everyone present.

Even though the crying gradually stopped, the air was still filled with a heavy silence.

Everyone was silent.

Until the night faded away little by little, the sky gradually became covered with bright white stripes.

Ji Wuyuan walked towards Jiang Wantang who had been holding Jiang Huaizhou.

"Tang'er..." He looked at her with heartache and said in a hoarse voice.

Ji Wuyuan thought it would take some effort to comfort and enlighten her.

But the moment Jiang Wantang heard his voice, she carefully put Jiang Huaizhou down from her arms.

She raised her eyes to look at Ji Wuyuan, her eyes calm. She opened her mouth and her voice was hoarse as hell: "Your Majesty, can you please find a coffin to temporarily place the body of my brother?"

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with deep eyes and said, "Where do you want to place him, Tang'er?"

Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment, then said, "Dali Temple..."

Ji Wuyuan said: "Okay."

Afterwards, Jiang Wantang stood up and walked into the palace. The hem of her scarlet skirt dragged a winding bloodstain on the blue bricks.

Ji Wuyuan followed her with a worried and complicated look in his eyes.

However, Jiang Wantang hadn't walked far when she suddenly felt dizzy and then her body slowly fell down...

"Tang'er!"

"..."

Before she completely lost consciousness, Jiang Wantang heard Ji Wuyuan's cry of surprise and fell into a broad embrace.

Ji Wuyuan picked up Jiang Wantang and strode towards Fengqi Palace.

"Quickly call the imperial physician!"

"quick!"

He gave the order in a deep voice while walking quickly.

Xie Zhiyan watched the group of people walking quickly towards the palace with deep eyes, and did not look away until they disappeared.

Afterwards, he took Jiang Huaizhou's body and the remaining Nangong clan members back to the Dali Temple...