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

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness.

For some reason, he felt like his eyes were dirty.

But he didn't believe it.

"Turn around." Ji Wuyuan ordered coldly.

Zhao Shujia was so frightened that she trembled and turned around immediately.

Ji Wuyuan sat meticulously on the couch, his cold eyes devoid of lust.

There is only endless coldness, like ice.

Ji Wuyuan's gaze fell on Zhao Shujia's trembling back, and his eyes darkened a little.

"Take it off." He said indifferently, his cold tone carrying the irresistible aura of a superior.

Zhao Shujia's body trembled, her eyes were charming, her cheeks were flushed, she was shy and timid, and she untied her belt in a seductive manner.

The veil fell to the ground.

She had imagined this scene in her mind for a long time and had rehearsed it countless times.

Therefore, she is very confident about her figure and performance.

She thought that no man in the world could resist such temptation.

She waited with anticipation for what would happen next.

Ji Wuyuan just glanced at the back indifferently and then looked away.

He closed his eyes in frustration, but his mind was filled with the slender jade back with the blood-red crabapple painted on it, and Jiang Wantang's charming and passionate look with red eyes under him.

Facing this naked woman who was trying her best to seduce him, he couldn't muster any interest and even felt disgusted.

He even had a very absurd idea: he was not short of women, he was short of Jiang Wantang.

Missing Jiang Wantang?

Ji Wuyuan was shocked for a moment by this sudden thought that came to his mind. He suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall.

But what he didn't know was that some thoughts should not be thought of lightly.

Once an idea arises, it takes root in the heart, grows and spreads, and can never be shaken off.

Zhao Shujia, who was left alone in the hall, froze in her expression. She looked back in disbelief. The hall was empty, and there was no trace of Ji Wuyuan.

Seeing Wang Fuhai walking in, she screamed in shock, her face turned pale with fear, and she quickly picked up the gauze dress and cloak on the ground and wrapped herself in it.

How could a eunuch look at her noble body?

Wang Fuhai also turned around very tactfully and said, "Your Majesty, please clean up first. The servants will wait outside the palace."

After saying that, he walked out.

The implication is that it's time to send her back.

She was naked and standing in front of the emperor, but he just looked at her coldly and left, sending her back without doing anything.

Isn't it obvious that he is no longer interested in her?

If this gets out, who knows how the women in the harem will laugh at her.

Zhao Shujia had tears in her eyes and her body was shaking uncontrollably with anger.

She was the legitimate daughter of the Duke's family, and she had never suffered such humiliation in her life.

However, what made her even more uncomfortable than the humiliation was Ji Wuyuan's indifference and apathy towards her throughout the whole process.

……

On this side, Ji Wuyuan was still absent-minded during the morning court session. His mind was full of Jiang Wantang's affectionate and misty eyes in his dream. The more he suppressed and restrained himself, the more the eyes followed him like a shadow, making him very irritated.

His usually charming and handsome face was unusually gloomy.

"Shut up!" Ji Wuyuan shouted and smashed the imperial desk in front of him.

So the civil officials and military generals who had been arguing just now suddenly quieted down.

The confused court officials looked at each other in bewilderment, remaining silent as a mouse, too frightened to dare to breathe.

Ji Wuyuan said coldly: "I am exhausted, everyone, leave."

Therefore, he left the court early.

Inside the Xuanzheng Hall, Ji Wuyuan pinched his brows in annoyance, his expression grim.

Not long after, Wang Fuhai came in to report, "Master Xie, the Minister of Justice, has arrived and is outside the palace."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes and said calmly, "Spread it."

After a while, Xie Zhiyan walked in with two jugs of wine in his hands.

Ji Wuyuan was stunned, his eyes showing a hint of surprise. He laughed and said, "Ah Yan, did you come all the way here to drink with me?"

"No." Xie Zhiyan looked a little tired. "This is the True Word Jade Wine that I specifically asked the Imperial Master for at Foguang Temple. It makes you drunk and confuses your mind. You will answer any question you ask."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking very suspicious: "Is there really such a miraculous thing in this world?"

As he spoke, he leaned back, his face sarcastically saying, "Could it be that old bald donkey is being mysterious and making up nonsense again?"

Xie Zhiyan knew this very well, and he slowly said, "Whether it's true or not, we'll know after trying it."

"How do you want to try?" Ji Wuyuan put away his previous nonchalance, "Are you still suspicious of Jiang Wantang?"

Xie Zhiyan did not answer. He was not doubting, but certain.

Seeing this, Ji Wuyuan continued, "Ayan, I know you're anxious, but Jiang Wantang is a weak woman after all. She can't be the black-clad, masked man who broke into the Dali Temple alone at night."

Xie Zhiyan sneered in his heart: Oh, a weak woman?

Such unfathomable skills are not something a weak woman should have.

Xie Zhiyan did not refute, but looked at Ji Wuyuan and asked calmly: "Your Majesty, did you see anything after you went in last night?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuyuan coughed several times before stopping and saying calmly, "No, I didn't see anything."

His eyes seemed calm and peaceful, but if you looked closely, you would find that there was an unusual undercurrent hidden in them.

Xie Zhiyan simply didn't ask any further questions. He placed the wine jug in his hand on Ji Wuyuan's desk and said calmly, "Jiang Zhixu is full of tricks. Jiang Wantang is his daughter. Your Majesty, it would be wise for you to be more cautious."

"As a brother, I want to remind A Yuan: beautiful women can coax people, but they can also deceive people. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive people."

Ji Wuyuan sat on the throne, one hand supporting his forehead, a dark light flashing in his eyes: "Do you suspect that she wants to use her beauty to seduce me, wait for me to let my guard down, and then succeed in one fell swoop?"

Xie Zhiyan smiled and said nothing.

It turns out that I have been confused.

"As the saying goes, truth comes out when drunk. Why don't you try to get her drunk with this wine? Maybe you can really get something out of her."

A strange light flashed in Ji Wuyuan's black eyes. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Later, the two talked about other matters in the court.

It was not until Xie Zhiyan left that Ji Wuyuan began to carefully examine the two jugs of wine on the table. His eyes were deep and dark.

That night, the night was as cool as water, and the thin, cool moonlight poured into the courtyard of Changle Palace.

Jiang Wantang stood alone in the courtyard, his eyes dark, wondering what he was thinking about...