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

Ji Wuyuan subconsciously asked: "Who is it because of?"

Only after asking did I realize that something was wrong, as the tone sounded like an interrogation.

"Tang'er, I'm not..."

Jiang Wantang smiled, and a touch of tenderness appeared in her cold eyes, as if ice and snow had just melted...

It was a tender look that Ji Wuyuan had not seen in a long time.

He was stunned, his words stuck in his throat.

Jiang Wantang's peach blossom eyes flickered with a delicate and clear light. She looked at Ji Wuyuan without blinking, "I know."

"It's not because of others, it's because of Your Majesty."

Ji Wuyuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he wondered for a moment if he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could he hear that it was him?

He looked stunned, his eyes trembling as he watched Jiang Wantang. He was stunned for a long moment before he asked, "What did Tang'er just say?"

Jiang Wantang did not answer directly.

She thought, perhaps it was because she had just learned a little about his past from Nangong Liuli that she couldn't help but empathize with him and felt pity for him.

Jiang Wantang unconsciously raised her hand to touch his head, but Ji Wuyuan was too tall for her to reach.

After realizing her actions, her hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

Ran Ji Wuyuan, upon seeing this, lowered his head and moved closer to her hand.

Jiang Wantang caressed his eyebrows and said softly, "I was just thinking, Your Majesty, it must have been a very difficult journey."

How can one sit on and hold the throne of the emperor without being ruthless?

Hearing this, Ji Wuyuan's heart trembled, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He didn't say anything, but just reached out and hugged Jiang Wantang tightly in his arms for a long time.

This was the first time Jiang Wantang took the initiative to approach him since they returned to the palace.

The palace lanterns under the eaves flickered, stretching the figures of the two people...

Afterwards, the imperial doctors came to check Ji Wuyuan's injuries as usual. The remaining poison in his body had almost been cleared, and the wound on his heart was slowly healing.

The imperial physicians said that fortunately, Your Majesty is young and strong, and will recover quickly. The next step is to take good care of your body.

After dinner, Ji Wuyuan rarely returned to the imperial study to handle government affairs. Instead, the two of them strolled aimlessly in the corridors in the courtyard.

As they walked, Jiang Wantang stopped, turned his head to look at Ji Wuyuan, and called out softly, "Your Majesty..."

The sound was three times lighter than the moonlight falling on the blue bricks.

"Hmm?" Ji Wuyuan stopped and looked down at her.

His black and gold dragon-patterned robe was blown up by the night wind. He always stood in the direction of the cold wind, silently shielding her from the cold.

Jiang Wantang said, "I promised Nangong Liuli that her body would be buried with her family."

"Okay." Ji Wuyuan said directly without hesitation.

Jiang Wantang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your Majesty, I have something else to ask..."

Ji Wuyuan smiled casually, raised his hand to tighten the fox fur coat on her body, and said, "Tang'er, please feel free to speak."

"My brother's body is still in the Dali Temple..." Jiang Wantang paused, observing his expression calmly, "I want to take the remains of Empress Dowager Wende out of the imperial mausoleum so that mother and son can be buried together..."

At the beginning, Empress Dowager Wende would rather die than escape from the palace and the late Emperor Ji Huaijin.

Ji Huaijin, that paranoid madman, was unwilling to let Empress Dowager Wende go even after her death. He guarded her body for a year, seeking various methods of resurrection, and finally buried her in the imperial tomb.

Jiang Wantang thought, if possible, Empress Dowager Wende wouldn't want to stay in the imperial mausoleum and die with Ji Huaijin...

As soon as these words were spoken, the air suddenly became colder.

Jiang Wantang clearly felt the coldness coming from Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan stared at Jiang Wantang deeply for a long time before he slowly said, "Tang'er, everything else is easy to deal with, but this one thing...is not possible."

Jiang Wantang didn't expect him to refuse so directly and firmly, with no room for negotiation in his tone.

She stared at him blankly, and asked with some reluctance, "Why?"

"Because the remains of Empress Dowager Wende...are not in the imperial mausoleum."

As Ji Wuyuan spoke, he raised his hand to tidy up Jiang Wantang's hair that was messed up by the cold wind. His eyes were deep and dark.

After that, he paused and added, "I once sent people to dig it up."

"It can't be wrong."

He spoke these two short sentences very softly, but every word was like a huge rock in the waves, hitting Jiang Wantang's heart heavily.

Either Ji Wuyuan sent people to dig the tomb, or the remains of Empress Dowager Wende were not in the imperial tomb.

Her eyes suddenly widened, filled with unconcealable shock.

Jiang Wantang staggered and took two steps back, until her back touched the cold pillar, and she gradually came to her senses.

She had only visited Empress Dowager Wende's tomb at night before, and it was empty.

Given the late Emperor Ji Huaijin's paranoid and crazy personality, she had guessed that it was in the imperial mausoleum, but she didn't expect that it was not there either.

Does that mean that after Empress Dowager Wende was buried, someone secretly took her remains out of the imperial mausoleum?

who can that be?

The first person that came to Jiang Wantang's mind was his biological parents.

Nangong Lie said that in the entire Nangong family, only Empress Dowager Wende and himself had a red cinnabar mole at the corner of their eye.

But in fact, Empress Dowager Wende had it because of her biological mother's appearance.

And today she also confirmed this from Nangong Liuli's mouth.

After a moment of shock, Jiang Wantang quickly sorted out his thoughts.

First, Empress Dowager Wende was not her biological mother (because she was not yet born when Empress Dowager Wende passed away).

Secondly, she not only has a similar appearance to Empress Dowager Wende, but also has the same cinnabar mole...

That means she is also a direct descendant of the same lineage as Empress Dowager Wende (the former head of the Nangong family and his first wife).

Therefore, her father or mother were not some illegitimate children of the former head of the Nangong family who were wandering around;

But, his original wife, the mother of Empress Dowager Wende, she...actually had another child!!!

So, in theory, Empress Dowager Wende is her biological aunt.

When you think about it this way, everything makes sense.

It's just that kid...

The more Jiang Wantang thought about it, the more complicated expressions kept surging in her deep eyes.

Ji Wuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, the flickering lights outside the corridor reflected in his eyes.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wantang came back to her senses, shook her head, and said calmly, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Ji Wuyuan didn't say anything. After sending her back to the bedroom, he went back to the imperial study to continue handling government affairs.

The night grows darker and darker...

Outside the hall, the cold wind was howling, and the weather was chilling.

Inside the palace, Jiang Wantang lay on the bed, tossing and turning...

The next day,

The morning light was dim, and a little bit of morning light began to shine through the carved window lattices.

Jiang Wantang had just stood up and was being helped by the palace maids to dress up when Leng Mei hurried over to report that there was someone outside the palace gate who was anxious to see her.