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

Ji Wuyuan shook his head in denial without hesitation.

Jiang Wantang opened her eyes wide in surprise and stared at him blankly.

This doesn't seem like Ji Wuyuan's character.

Jiang Wantang asked him puzzledly, "Why?"

"Your Majesty, do you not want to know my life story?"

Ji Wuyuan paused, raised his hand and slowly straightened his sleeves, his movements were slow and his tone was light: "I don't want to."

To him, all members of the Nangong clan, regardless of their identities, are the same... people who deserve to die.

It was only because this person was Jiang Wantang that he became the only exception.

Otherwise, given his hatred for the Nangong clan, he would not let any of them go.

Jiang Wantang looked at the obvious coldness between his brows and pursed her lips.

For so long, she and Ji Wuyuan never seemed to have openly discussed her identity as a descendant of the Nangong family.

Ji Wuyuan always acted as if he didn't care about her identity as a descendant of the Nangong family.

Don't mention it, don't delve into it.

This is in contrast to his obvious dislike for Jiang Huaizhou and Nangong Liuli.

But in fact, the more this happens, the more it shows that you care.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang asked, "Is it because Your Majesty hates the Nangong family?"

He was so disgusted that he didn't want to hear or find out any other news about the Nangong clan.

Ji Wuyuan paused in his movements, raised his eyes to look at her, a dark color surging in his eyes...

After a brief silence, his emotions were hidden and his voice was calm: "Yes, and not entirely."

"To me, no matter what Tang'er's status is, she is now just my woman, my queen."

"As for Tang'er's true identity, I don't want to know, nor do I want Tang'er to know."

"If I had discovered this earlier, I would have silenced everyone who knew about it."

"After all, for some things, the truth is often more cruel than reality and imagination..."

“Once you start, there’s no turning back.”

Jiang Wantang stared at Ji Wuyuan in front of her without blinking, looking into his secretive black eyes.

He was not speaking casually; every word he said was serious and cautious.

Obviously, Ji Wuyuan had already noticed something.

After weighing the pros and cons, he chose not to ask, not to investigate, and not to pursue...

He even tried to completely bury the events of that year.

But it was precisely because of this that Jiang Wantang became more convinced that her life experience might be even more complicated than she had imagined.

At least it shouldn't be just the daughter of Empress Dowager Wende...it's that simple.

Seeing that Jiang Wantang remained silent, Ji Wuyuan felt a little worried.

He said: "Tang'er..."

"Now, I just want you to live a peaceful and worry-free life for the rest of your life."

Jiang Wantang's eyebrows were covered with a smile, and her eyes were filled with a coldness that saw through everything: "But I, your concubine, don't want to live in confusion anymore."

If I were to live my life again, I would definitely know who my parents were...

Even if we can't meet again in this life, we can still be together in the afterlife, right?

After that, the carriage fell into a long silence.

Ji Wuyuan seemed to sigh, and his voice was so soft, so soft that Jiang Wantang wondered if she had heard it wrongly.

As the carriage entered the palace, Jiang Wantang lifted the curtain and looked at the towering imperial palace before him. He called out thoughtfully, "Your Majesty..."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Ji Wuyuan and asked seriously, "What would have happened if His Majesty had discovered my identity when I first entered the palace?"

Ji Wuyuan also looked at her. When their eyes met, he spoke, his words cruel and blunt: "I will kill you."

Answer in the affirmative without hesitation.

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly.

It seems that Ji Wuyuan really hates the people of the Nangong family.

However, at this time, Ji Wuyuan said: "But I am very fortunate..."

"What are you thankful for?" Jiang Wantang asked subconsciously.

Ji Wuyuan smiled, looking into her eyes with infinite tenderness and affection: "I'm glad I didn't notice it at the time."

Jiang Wantang's pupils constricted and trembled slightly.

Then she lowered her eyes, avoiding his burning gaze.

However, a pair of small hands under the sleeves were clenched tightly.

Now she can no longer respond to his feelings.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes dimmed, and his smile was tinged with sadness.

She was running away, he knew.

Ever since Ji Wuwang got into trouble, she has kept her heart sealed away, becoming cold and calm.

But it doesn't matter, he is willing to wait until the day when she is willing to open her heart.

Since I can't let go, I'll keep pestering you...

The carriage drove along the palace road and stopped in front of Fengqi Palace.

Ji Wuyuan took Jiang Wantang's hand and got off the carriage, and then was urged by Wang Fuhai to go to Xuanzheng Hall to handle important matters.

Before leaving, he hugged Jiang Wantang tightly and said seriously, "Tang'er, go ahead and check if you want."

"Just do it. Even if you break the sky, I will support you."

Jiang Wantang leaned quietly in his arms, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.

His embrace was warm, but her heart was covered in ice and snow.

Everything seems to be too late...

......

Inside Fengqi Palace, wisps of green smoke rise from a gilded animal-head incense burner...

Jiang Wantang sat upright in front of the window, took out Jiang Huaizhou's suicide letter again, spread it out on the table, and pondered over every word.

She has already sent people to thoroughly investigate what happened at the Jiang Mansion, and she expects there will be results soon.

Jiang Zhixu and his first wife were a loving couple, and their love was deep. This was a well-known fact in the capital, and even Jiang Wantang had heard about it since she was a child.

Jiang Zhixu even favored his eldest daughter Jiang Wanfu because of his original wife, Mrs. Jiang.

But it was clearly written in his brother's letter that Jiang Wanfu was a baby girl that Jiang Zhixu brought back from outside and recognized as his legitimate daughter.

Could it be that the rumors were wrong, or...

At this time, a palace servant hurried in to report.

"Your Majesty, Jiang Zhixu in the water dungeon cannot withstand the severe torture... I'm afraid he can't endure it anymore."

The palace maid knelt on the ground, her anxious voice trembling a little.

However, Jiang Wantang did not raise his eyelids, and his expression was cold and tired.

"Oh? Did he confess?" Jiang Wantang said coldly.

The palace maid pressed her forehead against the cold tile floor, her voice growing increasingly nervous and apprehensive. "To answer your Majesty, after days of rigorous interrogation, he...he stubbornly insisted he was your father, refusing to utter a single word."

Of course, the palace servants didn't dare to say anything about the obscene words he had cursed Jiang Wantang for being heartless and ruthless in prison.

Jiang Wantang paused in her movements. She suddenly sneered, but her eyes were filled with an unbreakable coldness. "I didn't expect that he still had such a tough time."

The more Jiang Zhixu keeps silent, the more problematic it is.

The palace attendant added, "However, Jiang Mansion's steward Xu and other servants have all confessed."

"They all came to work at the mansion sooner or later after the original wife, Madam Jiang, passed away. Among them, the one who stayed the longest was Butler Xu..."