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

Arriving at the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion, Jiang Wantang finally met the person she was most curious about in her previous life, the Prince of Zhenbei - Murong Jin!

The same eyes as the gentle breeze, as bright as the cold moon, with an appearance and demeanor of unparalleled elegance...

Just one glance can be amazing.

When Jiang Wantang saw him, he knew who his little brother Xiaoqi took after.

As expected, it makes sense that nephews often resemble their uncles.

However, after Murong Jin had a detailed conversation with Ji Wuwang, he came out and saw Jiang Wantang standing in the yard.

His pupils trembled, and then he walked towards Jiang Wantang. His tall and straight body half-crouched in front of her, and his pair of elegant eyes stared at her face with an intense and complex gaze.

Jiang Wantang also stared at him curiously.

Because she knew that Prince Murong Jin of Zhenbei was actually the man that Empress Dowager Wende Leng Shaohua truly loved.

If it weren't for the late emperor Ji Huaijin's crazy criticism and robbery, they might have been a pair of immortal lovers living a carefree and easy life.

In the previous life, after Empress Dowager Wende died, Murong Jin brought her remains back to her hometown, never married, and stayed with her for the rest of his life. In the end, the two were buried in the same coffin.

After a long while, Murong Jin spoke and asked her gently, "Little girl, what's your name?"

Jiang Wantang knew that he knew the true background of Empress Dowager Wende, so she answered truthfully: "Prime Minister Jiang's daughter, Jiang Wantang."

As expected, his pupils trembled, and then he smiled slightly. He raised his hand and gently stroked the top of her head. He said, "If you wish, the North will be your refuge in the future."

Jiang Wantang opened her eyes. At this moment, Ji Wuwang also came out of the house. Seeing the two of them standing together, she called out nervously, "Uncle..."

After saying that, he walked over quickly.

Murong Jin slowly stood up, glanced at Ji Wuwang who looked nervous, then looked at the little girl in front of him who looked like an old friend, with a pretty face and a slightly raised corner of her lips.

Immediately, he raised his hand and patted Ji Wuwang's shoulder, and said softly and seriously: "Take good care of her."

Ji Wuwang nodded vigorously and promised, "I will!"

Murong Jin smiled and left without saying anything else.

Jiang Wantang and Ji Wuwang stood together, watching his long and lonely back as he left, feeling inexplicably sad.

Jiang Wantang knew that he was so anxious to hand over the Northern Territory to Ji Wuwang so that he could accompany his beloved woman to sleep without any worries.

Many years later, the longevity tablets of Murong Jin and Leng Shaohua will appear in Foguang Temple...

Jiang Wantang wondered if they had ever prayed to God in front of the Buddha for a perfect and happy afterlife?

Thinking of this, she looked up at Ji Wuwang, the handsome and elegant young man standing in front of her with vigor and vitality...

Then he lowered his eyes and looked over, raised his hand and touched her head with a gentle smile.

Jiang Wantang smiled, her bright peach blossom eyes filled with sparkling light.

She thought, of course it will.

Perhaps, in another parallel world, the two have already lived happily together...

Just like they are now.

......

After that, Jiang Wantang settled down in Zhenbei Prefecture.

Just like in her previous life, Ji Wuwang taught her reading and calligraphy, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as kung fu, horseback riding and archery...

She does everything herself, but she is also a gentleman who keeps her integrity.

Jiang Wantang also stayed by his side almost every day, inseparable.

When Ji Wuwang was handling official business in the study, she would lie down in front of the desk and practice calligraphy, occasionally looking up to peek at his handsome and superior profile, and his hands as white as jade with distinct joints when he held the pen.

When Jiang Wantang fell asleep on the table, he would cover her with a thin blanket, or wrap her in a thin blanket and carry her horizontally into the inner room to rest.

In his spare time, he and she would play chess in the courtyard, or dance with swords under a tree, startling the rustling of snow-colored flowers...

In the mountains and grasslands, we spur our horses and gallop side by side, our flying robes sweeping over the mountains and rivers, rolling up thousands of layers of grass...

Under the moon, you can enjoy the moon on a boat or pick lotus flowers on a boat...

At night, I lie down to watch fireflies and count the stars...

......

The two were childhood sweethearts, spending every day together.

In countless beautiful and heartwarming pictures, the handsome boy's eyes only reflected that beautiful and playful girl, and the boy's cold eyes, as cold as ice, were filled with overflowing tenderness...

Thus, the young man's love quickly spread from its infancy to an entire forest.

Just like the North, which was once devoid of flowers, is now filled with blossoms once again, a riot of colour...

Baishuang City once again became Haitang City, and the most prosperous and lively long street in the city once again became Shili Peach Blossom Street.

And countless nights, Ji Wuwang carried her little girl on her back and walked through every street and alley in the city.

In Jiang Wantang's opinion, even though Ji Wuwang has no memory of her previous life, loving her and treating her well seems to be an instinct engraved in his bones.

One day, Uncle Snake looked at the Zhenbei Palace. The front yard was full of crabapple blossoms, and the backyard was a whole peach orchard...

Uncle Snake: ...

Does this look like his majestic Zhenbei Palace?

At first glance, the pink and glutinous things are all things girls like...

Thinking of this, Uncle Snake sniffed, smelling the fragrance of flowers in the yard, and suddenly sneezed loudly:

"Ah—sneezes!"

At this time, Ji Wuwang happened to be walking towards him and looked at him with disgust.

Uncle Snake took a few steps forward, looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of him, and said helplessly: "My Lord, this doesn't look like you're raising a sister, it's clearly like you're raising your ancestor!"

"It would be fine if we just gave in to her in everything, but now look at this entire northern border, this city, this palace..." He pointed at the flowers everywhere and said dissatisfiedly, "They are all her favorites!"

"If you continue to raise her like this, how will she ever get married?"

"Look at her spoiled temper now, only you can stand it!"

"What man can endure this and support a living ancestor like her?"

Ran Ji Wuwang glanced at him with disdain and said nonchalantly, "It's better if she doesn't marry. I will support her for the rest of her life."

"There's no reason for the little girl I raised with my own hands to marry into another family and suffer injustice."

After saying that, he strode away.

Uncle Snake was horrified and followed him, shouting, "Young Master! That's not what you said before. You clearly said..."

......

In this way, time passed day after day, year after year. When they first met, the dirty little girl had been raised by Ji Wuwangjiao into the most beautiful and bright sun in the north.

The two of them, one is a gentleman, like the breeze and the bright moon; the other is bright and beautiful, like the morning sun.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has been eight years since I came to the North...

At that time, in the capital, the dispute over the crown prince position was becoming increasingly severe, almost reaching a critical moment. Concubine De frequently sent letters, from one a day to several a day, urgently summoning Ji Wuwang to return to fight for the throne...