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

In Fengqi Palace,

Dozens of imperial physicians knelt in front of the phoenix couch. Ji Wuyuan sat beside the couch, holding Jiang Wantang's hand tightly.

The old doctor in charge withdrew his hand and handkerchief from taking the patient's pulse, raised his hand to stroke his gray beard, and frowned slightly.

He stole a glance at the emperor's gloomy face and spoke carefully, "Your Majesty, the queen's illness is due to long-term worry and depression, which has turned the five emotions into fire and exhausted the heart and mind..."

"Add to that the long period of lack of sleep, which causes liver qi to become turbulent, and when one is emotionally agitated, qi and blood rush upward, causing fainting."

Ji Wuyuan looked deeply at the pale Jiang Wantang lying on the couch and murmured softly, "Long-term worry and depression..."

The old doctor nodded, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. "Your Majesty's pulse is stringy, thin, and rapid. This is clearly a symptom of long-term emotional frustration and liver depression and qi stagnation."

Ji Wuyuan stopped talking, his eyebrows were lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After a moment, he waved his hand and asked the imperial physician to go down and boil the medicine.

After the imperial doctors left, Ji Wuyuan sat there in the same posture, silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

By the time Jiang Wantang woke up, it was already early morning the next day.

The soothing incense in the gilded beast furnace in the hall had long burned out, leaving only a wisp of residual smoke.

After confirming that Jiang Wantang was fine, Ji Wuyuan went to the morning court as usual.

The morning court session resumed. For a moment, everyone inside and outside the court thought that it was the wandering doctor who took down the imperial edict who cured the emperor, and the people also breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Wantang woke up from the couch and looked around the bedroom in a daze, his confused eyes seemed to be trying to distinguish between a dream and reality.

Afterwards, she withdrew her gaze, stood up from the couch with a calm look in her eyes, put on a plain white dress again, pinned a plain white flower in her hair, and walked out.

When Jiang Wantang walked out of the bedroom, light snow was falling outside.

Small snowflakes, light and thin, are falling gracefully...

Jiang Wantang stood under the eaves, raised her hand, and caught a snowflake.

"Is the queen awake?"

At this time, Leng Mei, who had just come in from outside, walked towards her, holding a plain white letter in both hands and presented it to her.

"Your Majesty, this is a letter someone outside the palace has instructed to be delivered to you personally."

Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes and looked at the faint green bamboo pattern painted on the edge of the paper, her pupils trembling violently.

She quickly reached out to take the letter, which felt slightly cool and icy.

Jiang Wantang's fingertips trembled as he slowly opened the wax seal.

The moment she opened the letter and saw the familiar handwriting, her breath stopped.

My sister,

Tang'er:

Seeing words is like meeting.

As I picked up the pen, the snow outside the window was falling rapidly, just like the day when you were forced to leave the Jiang Mansion, your face covered with tears, looking weak and pitiful.

There are two things I regret most in my life.

First, I was young and powerless back then, and was unable to protect you;

Second, I am now plotting against you out of hatred and almost causing a big mistake.

In fact, since childhood, my brother knew that he was not of the Jiang family. The Jiang couple were both kind and righteous people and treated me as their own son.

They once said that my mother was the best woman in the world. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind... It seemed that all the beautiful words of praise in the world could be used to describe her.

But he never mentioned a single word about my biological father.

There is an unnamed longevity tablet enshrined in the Jiang Clan Ancestral Hall, which originally belonged to my biological mother.

The Jiang couple respected her very much and often took me to burn incense and pay homage to her.

In the first few years, my father taught me calligraphy and my mother sewed clothes for me. We were like biological children, and our family lived a warm and happy life.

Later, her father suddenly returned from outside holding a baby girl wrapped in brocade, and forced Jiang's mother to recognize her as her own daughter.

After that, my father's personality changed drastically, and he became increasingly distant from me. My mother even locked herself in her room, never coming out, and eventually died of depression...

The day she left, she held my hand tightly, her eyes reluctant to let go, and repeatedly reminded me that from now on, the only person I could trust and rely on in this house was myself.

What's more, she even told me to be independent and self-reliant, to pass the imperial examinations in the future, to leave the Jiang Mansion, and to live the rest of my life in peace.

At first, I just thought my mother was completely disappointed with Jiang's father.

It was not until later, when I learned about my own life story, that I understood her hesitation and good intentions.

But she didn't know that with my background, I was destined not to live a peaceful life.

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

I don’t actually want to be an emperor, I just want to destroy the entire Ji royal family.

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

It's just a pity that my brother never saw his mother in his life. I wonder if he will have the chance to meet her again in the afterlife...

My heart is like a dead tree, and my body is like an untied boat.

Tang'er, don't be sad for your brother. It's just that your brother can only accompany you this far in this life...

This letter is the last thing my brother leaves for you.

Brother, Jiang Huaizhou’s masterpiece.

In fact, there is one thing that Jiang Huaizhou has never explained.

Ji Wuyuan said that the look he gave Jiang Wantang was beyond sibling affection, and it was actually true...

But it wasn't the love between men and women he thought of, but...

Jiang Huaizhou: "My sister looks like my mother."

As a result, he often stared at Jiang Wantang's face in a trance, just imagining whether his mother had been like her in the past, dressed in gorgeous clothes, standing on a high place, and being worshipped by thousands of people...

Jiang Wantang looked at the contents of the letter, and her eyes gradually turned red.

She understood that the letter her brother left for her was not just a farewell...

He knew that she was looking into her own background.

Jiang Wantang stood there in a daze, her cheeks a little red from the wind and snow, and the tip of her nose also turned a sour red.

She stood there for a long, long time, until Ji Wuyuan came over after finishing his morning court...

As soon as Ji Wuyuan entered Fengqi Palace, he saw Jiang Wantang standing under the eaves, feeling the cold wind.

Her cheeks, nose tip, and earlobes were blown red by the cold wind, and her thin and beautiful face was heartbreaking to see.

Ji Wuyuan frowned subconsciously and walked towards her quickly.

A warm black cloak fell on her shoulders. Jiang Wantang came back to her senses and looked up into Ji Wuyuan's deep and complex pupils.

"Tang'er..." Ji Wuyuan sighed, holding her cold hands with his burning palms, and said with a worried look: "The weather is cold, and you haven't recovered yet, why are you standing outside in the cold wind again?"

Jiang Wantang looked at him and said softly, "Your Majesty, I want to go to the Dali Temple."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes darkened, and the words of rejection on the tip of his tongue turned into "Okay, I'll go with you" when he saw her eyes were now strangely calm.