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

Seeing this, Wang Fuhai smiled and dismissed all the palace servants and waited outside the bedroom.

Yun Shang and Xiu Zhu were worried. Their master was injured and now unconscious. This...

They stood silently outside the temple, waiting for orders, feeling anxious and apprehensive.

In the sleeping hall.

Ji Wuyuan leaned over and gently placed the sleeping Jiang Wantang on the bed. When he was about to get up and leave, she grabbed his sleeve.

Looking down, he saw her cheeks flushed, holding his hand, and mumbling incoherently: "Don't go..."

"Your Majesty, please don't abandon me..."

"I will be obedient...don't leave me..."

As he spoke, tears continued to fall from the corners of his eyes.

How sad and fearful must she be to make her cry even in her sleep, still afraid that she would be abandoned again.

The little wild cat that is so bright, cunning and fierce during the day looks like a pitiful, abandoned stray cat at night.

Ji Wuyuan has always been rational and cold-blooded. He knows clearly what he should and should not do.

Just like at this moment, he knew clearly that he should shake off Jiang Wantang's hand and leave without looking back, but he still stayed and looked at her weak and pitiful appearance.

He raised his hand to wipe her tears, his slightly calloused fingertips brushing across her face as he whispered, "Why are you crying like you're made of water? You can't stop."

Ji Wuyuan admitted that he had been soft-hearted. His temples were throbbing, pulling at his most sensitive and delicate nerves, causing them to sting inch by inch.

But the delicate and weak person on the couch seemed to have some kind of magic that made him soften his heart for her again and again.

Ji Wuyuan sat silently beside the bed, lowering his eyes to look at his sleeves being rubbed by her little hands, leaving wrinkles all over them, just like his wrinkled heart at the moment.

He reached out and covered her with the fur quilt. His fingers unconsciously caressed her fair and smooth cheek again, and he murmured, "Are all women in the world as delicate as you?"

There was silence in the air and no one responded.

Only the sweet and elegant fragrance of flowers can be heard.

Ji Wuyuan glanced sideways and saw the special tribute peony flowers he had sent a few days ago, placed next to her bed, blooming quietly.

He suddenly thought of a saying: Only the peony is the true national beauty, and the capital is moved when the flowers bloom.

This flower suits her very well.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand, picked the most gorgeous one, and pinned it next to Jiang Wantang's ear. He curled his lips in a charming way, "No wonder they say people are more beautiful than flowers."

At this moment, Jiang Wantang, who was lying on the couch, frowned tightly, her cheeks flushed, as if she was not feeling well. She kept mumbling inaudible words: "Ji Wuyuan..."

Ji Wuyuan heard her calling his name, but couldn't hear what she was saying clearly, so he leaned over and listened.

As he approached, the person on the couch seemed to sense something and suddenly put her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

Ji Wuyuan was stunned. Before he could react, Jiang Wantang moved closer to him, and her warm breath filled with intoxication blew on his face, gently like a small feather tickling him.

The next moment, her bright and juicy cherry lips unexpectedly kissed Ji Wuyuan's cold lips.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes widened instantly, his body stiffened, and his mind went blank.

A gentle kiss, leaving in an instant, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"Jiang Wantang, you..." Ji Wuyuan pushed the person away, his face dark and his teeth gnashed.

But the culprit turned over contentedly and licked his lips, completely unaware of what he had just done.

Ji Wuyuan was almost amused by her heartless look.

He was an emperor, but he was molested by a woman again and again. It was simply unbearable.

So, with a gloomy face, he turned the person on the couch over with one hand, pressed her under him, and kissed her fiercely.

Jiang Wantang subconsciously wanted to refuse, but someone grabbed her jaw, which only deepened the kiss. A kitten-like moan escaped from her throat.

Ji Wuyuan originally just wanted to punish this bold little cat, but slowly, his entire senses were immersed in her soft and sweet taste and he couldn't extricate himself.

His lips were icy cold, carrying the domineering aura of an emperor, mixed with the cool scent of ambergris on his body.

An emperor who has always been averse to women and has a strong sense of abstinence.

His kiss was just like him, cold and strong.

He kissed her domineeringly, indulging himself in the kiss without realizing it, eagerly searching every inch of her air.

The sense of aggression is extremely strong.

Jiang Wantang, who should have been sleeping on the couch, nervously clenched the thin blanket beneath her, allowing him to kiss her without daring to move.

Oops, seems like I went a bit too far...

Facts have proved that you should not tease a man easily. No matter how abstinent and unattractive he seems to be, he is still a man at heart.

Just as Jiang Wantang had teased Ji Wuyuan these past two days, Ji Wuyuan kissed her just as fiercely now.

Ji Wuyuan kissed her for a long time before letting her go. His thumb stroked her red lips, curling them up with an ambiguous smile: "Jiang Wantang, you were the one who provoked me first."

His voice had a hint of lingering hoarseness and desire, and his face, which was as abstinent as that of a banished immortal, was tinged with a seductive color.

It took a long time for Ji Wuyuan to leave.

Jiang Wantang on the couch opened her eyes after he left. Her eyes were clear and bright, without any sign of drunkenness.

She raised her hand and touched her swollen lips, which felt a bit stinging. The man's cold breath seemed to still linger between her lips and teeth.

If she was using her beauty to seduce Ji Wuyuan before, then today she was trying to attack his heart.

Everyone has weaknesses, and even someone as powerful as Ji Wuyuan is no exception.

The royal family has weak kinship, Ji Wuyuan's biological mother died early, and he was not valued by the previous emperor. It is undoubtedly difficult for an unpopular prince without a biological mother to survive in this cruel palace.

Like her, he grew up alone and helpless, struggling to grow up in difficult circumstances.

Therefore, no one could sympathize with his resentment and unwillingness towards his indifferent relatives better than her.

She took advantage of being drunk to tell Ji Wuyuan about her painful past in exchange for his sympathy.

Don't underestimate a man's pity for a woman. Where there is pity, there will be heartache.

And heartache is the beginning of touching the heart.

In addition, Jiang Wantang also knew clearly that Ji Wuyuan disliked Jiang Zhixu in the court, and as Jiang Zhixu's daughter, he always had concerns about her.

Today's drunken confession of the truth not only made him feel pity for her, but also let him know that Jiang Zhixu did not like his daughter, which was why he let her enter the palace to be tortured.

Thus, let go of the resentment about one's own origin.

His uncontrollable kiss just now was the best proof.

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