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

Nangong Liuli sneered and said, "Why, are you feeling sorry for him?"

Jiang Wantang ignored her.

Nangong Liuli smiled and said casually: "Half a year to a year, I can't remember clearly."

"But later, he personally started a fire, burning this cold palace into the dilapidated state it is today."

Jiang Wantang remained silent and said nothing.

A gust of cold wind blew through the hall, stirring up the dust that had been deposited on the ground for years...

Amidst the flying dust, Jiang Wantang seemed to see the young boy Ji Wuyuan who was imprisoned here back then, filled with despair, loneliness, anger, and hatred...

In the end, he was tempered step by step into the cold, cruel, and ruthless emperor he later became.

For some reason, Jiang Wantang felt a dull pain in her heart, and was very uncomfortable and had difficulty breathing.

It seems that the seeds of hatred have been planted since that year...

Whether it is revenge or retaliation, it is understandable.

Jiang Wantang looked at the obviously malicious smile on Nangong Liuli's face, and his eyes grew colder and colder.

Afterwards, she slowly walked to Nangong Liuli, half squatted, and said in a cold and sarcastic tone: "Then do you know that your father, Nangong Lin, is not the son of your grandfather's first wife?"

"The Empress Dowager Wende back then was the true eldest daughter of the Nangong Mansion."

After saying that, Jiang Wantang stared straight at the expression on Nangong Liuli's face, not missing any subtle expression on her face.

As she expected, the latter's pupils widened instantly, and there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jiang Wantang slowly stood up.

She was right, Nangong Liuli knew more than she imagined.

"It seems that you know it too."

Jiang Wantang looked at her with a sneer, his eyes seemed to see through people's hearts.

Nangong Liuli stared at her with an unpleasant expression and asked in a cold tone, "How did you know?"

"I'm looking into my background..." Jiang Wantang said lightly.

Nangong Liuli said in a disdainful tone: "What is there to investigate? It's just the result of Empress Dowager Wende and your father Jiang Zhixu."

It seems that she really doesn't know much about Empress Dowager Wende.

Jiang Wantang raised the corners of her lips slightly, not intending to explain.

She asked calmly, "How did you know this? Your father, Nangong Lin, couldn't have told you this."

And according to Nangong Lie, the Nangong family had long since erased all traces of Empress Dowager Wende and her biological mother.

Nangong Liuli smiled and said as a matter of course, "After my grandfather passed away, when I was sorting through his belongings in his study, I saw a portrait of a woman wrapped in shark silk gauze in his rosewood bookcase. It looked quite old."

"My grandfather was always a playboy, so I thought it was one of his confidantes. Later, I asked my grandmother, and it turned out that my grandfather had married someone before my grandmother."

When Jiang Wantang heard the word "portrait", his pupils trembled slightly and his hands clenched unconsciously, but he didn't show it on his face.

Her expression was calm, but her tone revealed a subtle nervousness: "What does she look like?"

"How similar is he to me?"

Nangong Liuli looked at her in some confusion.

Although she felt that Jiang Wantang's questions were a bit strange, she still answered them truthfully one by one.

"The woman in the painting stands under an apricot tree, holding a green bamboo umbrella..."

As she spoke, Nangong Liuli paused, as if recalling something.

"She has a gentle face, and bears about three or four points of resemblance to you."

"Speaking of which, the thing that's most like you is probably the red cinnabar mole at the corner of my eye..."

After saying that, she raised her hand and pointed towards the corner of Jiang Wantang's eyes.

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled. She quickly turned around, facing Nangong Liuli, to hide the strong emotions surging in her eyes.

really......

Just as she guessed.

Things are becoming clearer step by step.

It will be soon, just a little bit more and she will know everything.

Nangong Liuli looked at Jiang Wantang strangely and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Wantang turned around, her composure restored. She said calmly, "Nothing, just the strong wind and the dust blinding me."

Nangong Liuli didn't suspect anything, but as she looked at Jiang Wantang, her eyes gradually dimmed.

She looked lonely and whispered, "Jiang Wantang, do you know how much I envy you sometimes?"

Jiang Wantang just found it funny.

She smiled coldly and said, "What do you envy me for?"

"Are you envious of me for not knowing my parents, or for me for having been alone and helpless since childhood, and struggling countless times to survive until today?"

Nangong Liuli was stunned for a moment before she whispered, "I envy you... your freedom."

Jiang Wantang felt nothing when he heard this. Instead, he sneered and said, "But I long for... to have my whole family around."

This time, Nangong Liuli was completely stunned...

At this moment, inside the abandoned palace, dim light and shadows cast a hazy halo around the two of them.

A man in white clothes stood in the light;

One person in black, hiding in the dark;

One head down, one head up...

The two looked at each other in a still state, like light and shadow, a fateful transformation that split the abandoned palace into two worlds of light and darkness.

Some people are born in darkness and walk towards the light;

Some people are born in the light and live in darkness;

The last ray of setting sun shifted at this moment, casting the shadows of the two people on the mottled palace wall. The shadows continued to lengthen and deform, until only the shadow standing in the light remained...

After a long time, Nangong Liuli came back to her senses, and the hatred that had been accumulated in her heart for many years suddenly felt relieved at this moment.

Yes, no matter what she is like now, she was once...at least happy.

Loved by parents and with family all around.

If she had been like Jiang Wantang since childhood, she might not have lived to this day.

Nangong Liuli lowered her head and whispered, "Actually, there is one more thing. I envy you..."

"No, to be precise, it should be jealousy, crazy jealousy."

Jiang Wantang looked at her and said nothing.

Nangong Liuli smiled bitterly: "I love Ji Wuwang and have been attracted to him since I was a child..."

"I like it very much. I like it very much."

Her voice suddenly became shaky, as if she was lost in some distant and beautiful memory.

She said: "I have seen him in his most spotless youth, dressed in snow-white clothes, pure and noble..."

"It's like... a glance that lasts for a thousand years."

"Once, I thought, if Nangong was still alive, I would be his wife..."

(My dears, Nangong Liuli is about to go offline!)