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

Jiang Wantang smiled foolishly: "Because I am attracted to Your Majesty!"

"Ever since the day Your Majesty rescued me in Chonghua Palace, I have loved Your Majesty."

"But His Majesty is too high and too cold. I can't reach him."

"No matter what I do, he remains indifferent..."

Perhaps feeling a little aggrieved, Jiang Wantang groaned for a moment, then reached out to grab Ji Wuyuan's arm. In a daze, she mumbled, "Ji Wuyuan, I like you so much, but there are too many women in your harem. It's too difficult to compete for each one..."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then a snort of laughter escaped from the tip of his nose.

She actually dared to call him by his name. This woman is quite brave.

He lowered his eyes to look at the thin white hand that was tightly holding his arm. He was stunned at first, frowning, and had the urge to shake it off.

But when he saw Jiang Wantang's straightforward, blurred and sincere eyes, a strange emotion arose in his heart. His eyes darkened, but in the end he let her hold him.

But this kind of girl's deep affection and expression of her true feelings could not move a heartless emperor.

Sincerity is nothing compared to the supreme power.

"Jiang Wantang!" Ji Wuyuan's expression was cold, his voice tinged with icy iciness. Listening carefully, one could hear the sound of gnashing teeth. "Tell me, what do you want?"

Jiang Wantang opened her eyes wide, her watery eyes filled with innocence and panic.

But she still held his arm stubbornly, her eyes showing aggrieved, scared, and unyielding attitude.

She smiled sadly and spoke each word with emphasis: "I want... to be favored."

Ji Wuyuan was stunned, and his heart twitched uncontrollably.

Her voice was hoarse and filled with sorrow. "You know, I've always envied my elder sister Jiang Wanfu since I was little. Even though her biological mother is gone, she can still enjoy the endless love of her parents."

"We are both daughters of the Jiang family. She is the apple of their eye, pampered by thousands of people, while I am as lowly as mud. Any servant in the mansion can beat and scold me and humiliate me at will..."

"In order to earn that little bit of family affection, I was well-behaved, sensible, and obedient. I always did what they said and never argued with my eldest sister about anything. But even with my humble and flattering efforts, I couldn't get even a little bit of their love."

"I didn't do anything wrong, but they abandoned me in the countryside, leaving me alone to fend for myself."

"What did I do wrong? Why do I have to be hurt and abandoned by them again and again?"

“Why doesn’t anyone choose me? Why doesn’t anyone love me?”

At the end of her speech, Jiang Wantang's body trembled slightly, and tears kept falling like beads from a broken string.

For a moment, Jiang Wantang couldn't tell whether this was a true expression of her feelings or she was simply trying to confuse Ji Wuyuan.

But the breeze tinged with the fragrance of flowers was real, it truly existed...

The night wind was silent, her face was desolate, her eyes were full of sadness, resentment, and unwillingness, like a broken piece of jade, which made people's hearts ache.

It was clearly a silent cry, but it aroused more pity than any heart-wrenching howl.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang, who was so sad, fragile, yet stubborn and tough, and felt a trace of pity and pity in his heart.

He had already investigated her past experiences, and could summarize her years of loneliness in just a few words. The content was very brief and passed over in one stroke.

But now seeing her so heartbroken and broken, I realized that those few short words contained the countless pain and sorrow that the girl had experienced over the past ten years.

The royal family has weak kinship, and no one can empathize better than him with the feeling of being treated coldly by his closest relatives and longing for family affection since childhood.

This was the first time he felt his heart being tightly grasped by a big hand.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if wanting to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but stopped in mid-air.

This feeling made him very unhappy.

This subconscious behavior made him even more unhappy.

An inexplicable irritation suddenly welled up in my heart.

So, Ji Wuyuan said coldly: "Stop crying."

But when the woman in front of him heard this, her tears flowed even more violently.

Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she looked at him with grievance, looking so pitiful.

Women are seven parts genuine and three parts drunken, and they can act to the point of breaking your heart, especially a woman as delicate and lovable as Jiang Wantang.

Ji Wuyuan sighed lightly and finally compromised.

He gently placed his hand on Jiang Wantang's head and stroked it twice with a slightly clumsy movement: "Okay, don't cry, you are not alone in this world, alone..."

Ji Wuyuan wanted to say that he was the same, but how could the emperor, who had always been proud, easily reveal his vulnerable side?

So, he said, "Then be a strong person. The strong do not need to be chosen."

After saying this, he suddenly realized that it seemed a little strange to say such words to a woman.

Then he added: "It's not that no one in this world loves you, it's just that you haven't noticed it yet."

His tone was still a little stiff, but if you listened carefully, you would find a subtle tenderness mixed in.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes, staring straight at him with tearful eyes. Crystal tears flickered in her eyes, and she spoke directly and passionately: "Then will Your Majesty love me?"

Ji Wuyuan wanted to say no, but seeing how sad and pitiful she looked, he held back.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Wantang continued, "As a weak woman, I cannot be a strong person."

"All I seek in this life is Your Majesty."

"I wish to win the heart of one person and stay with him till we grow old together."

In a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, the ripples are rippling, the gaze is burning, and there is a red teardrop mole at the end of the eye. It is so beautiful that everything loses its color.

Ji Wuyuan's heart trembled violently, and his breathing unconsciously stopped for a moment.

Time seemed to freeze, everything in the world became blurred, only she was clearly imprinted in his eyes.

He looked straight at Jiang Wantang, and an inexplicable complexity flashed in his cold eyes.

A feeling he had never experienced before quietly spread in his heart, like a new sprout breaking through the ground in spring, full of vitality and the unknown.

Ji Wuyuan stood there in a daze, feeling an unprecedented confusion.

After a long moment, he sneered, "You want my heart?"

Jiang Wantang's face was flushed, his eyes were hazy and he looked very drunk. He nodded unsteadily.

"I'm giving you this opportunity, take it based on your ability."

After he finished speaking, Ji Wuyuan looked at her deeply, with an unknown deep meaning burning in his cold black eyes.

The moon is at its zenith and the night is getting cooler.

Ji Wuyuan picked up the drunken and dazed Jiang Wantang and strode into the bedroom of Changle Palace...