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

In response to him, Jiang Wantang remained silent for a long time.

Xie Zhiyan didn't give her a chance to escape and continued, "I understand you much better than he does, and I understand him much better than you do."

"You might be able to fool him for a while, but fake is fake, and you'll always be worried about the day he finds out."

"Besides, the situation in the court is changing rapidly, and His Majesty also needs to weigh the pros and cons of all parties, so he may not be able to take care of you."

"Therefore, I am your best choice."

"If Miss Jiang and I join forces, it will be mutually beneficial, so why not?"

Jiang Wantang snorted coldly: "Master Xie is indeed a master at investigating cases. After saying so much, what is your purpose?"

Xie Zhiyan's lips curled up slightly: "Of course, I have a common goal with Second Miss Jiang, and I want to lend you a hand."

After saying that, he raised his hand and touched his left ear which was scratched by Jiang Wantang's arrow. Not surprisingly, he felt blood. His cold white skin made the blood stain on his hand conspicuous.

He spread his bloody hand in front of Jiang Wantang and looked at her with a half-smile: "I shot you in the left shoulder that day, and you returned my left ear. Is that fair?"

"If that's not enough, Miss Jiang, please shoot another arrow at my left shoulder. I, Xie, will have no complaints."

Jiang Wantang immediately looked away, feeling somewhat guilty. She had indeed done it on purpose. She could have easily avoided the arrow shot by Xie Zhiyan, but...

To avenge that arrow.

It was also to test his sincerity.

Actually, I was moved.

Half of it was because of his current predicament, and the other half was because of the determination and calmness in Xie Zhiyan's eyes at this moment.

Most importantly, he is indeed her only choice at the moment.

Revenge was taken and anger was relieved.

So, Jiang Wantang didn't hesitate any longer and agreed to conspire with Xie Zhiyan.

Afterwards, the two of them left.

After all, the identities of concubines in the harem and powerful officials are delicate, and it would be easy to cause trouble if they were seen by others.

On the way back, the sunlight shone through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Jiang Wantang rode her white horse, freely and unrestrainedly through the dense forest, the horse's hooves making slight sounds on the thick fallen leaves.

When they reached a deserted place, she suddenly pulled the reins and stopped, saying calmly to the silent air, "Come out."

"Your Excellency has followed us all the way."

There was a sound of branches rubbing against each other, and Xiao Jingheng, wearing a deep blue robe with narrow sleeves and a double-breasted collar, rode a tall black horse and slowly walked out from the shadows of the trees.

Jiang Wantang frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "It's you."

She smiled coldly, "I wonder why Young Marquis Xiao is following me?"

Xiao Jingheng's body stiffened, and his hands gripping the reins tightened again and again.

He looked at her with deep eyes, which were intense and complex, filled with love, helplessness, and pain...

He just looked at Jiang Wantang silently, his thin lips tightly pursed, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The latter just looked at him indifferently, as if he was looking at a stranger.

That's right, isn't he just a stranger to her now?

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingheng closed his eyes in pain. The pain like heart being torn apart in his previous life still could not be alleviated in this life.

He wanted to call her Tang'er again.

But now, he can't.

Xiao Jingheng took a deep breath and said softly, "I saw that the queen was alone and was worried about her safety, so I secretly guarded her all the way."

Jiang Wantang snorted and laughed, "Ridiculous! I don't need your protection. Young Marquis Xiao, please do as you please."

After saying that, she waved her whip and wanted to continue moving forward.

Xiao Jingheng hurriedly rode his horse forward and blocked her way.

Jiang Wantang narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him coldly, "Young Marquis Xiao, what do you mean?"

Xiao Jingheng looked gloomy, staring at her without blinking, with thousands of words on his lips, but he didn't know how to start.

But I couldn't bear to see her leave like this.

So he asked, "Is your Majesty living well in the palace?"

He actually wanted to ask, "Is His Majesty treating you well?", but the words ended up taking a roundabout way when they came to his lips.

Jiang Wantang frowned, her face full of impatience: "What does my life have to do with Young Marquis Xiao?"

"His Majesty is still waiting for me, I hope the young marquis will not bother me."

A trace of pain flashed in Xiao Jingheng's eyes, and he finally patted the horse's body and made way.

Seeing this, Jiang Wantang whipped his horse and left again.

When passing by Xiao Jingheng, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her in his arms, but the moment he was about to touch the corner of her clothes, his hand dropped weakly.

What qualifications does he have to do this?

Looking at her gradually receding figure, his eyes gradually turned red, and he murmured to himself: "Tang'er..."

"Is it really true that I have no destiny with you in this life..."

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly contracted and it felt like a needle prick.

These days, he thought about many things, all about the little things he and Jiang Wantang had experienced in the Pingyang Marquis Mansion.

But those memories are short and fragmented.

In her memory, he was always busy outside, leaving early and returning late, and it was impossible for him to spare a whole day to accompany her.

Thus, even her memories became a luxury.

He used to think that his wife was the most gentle, virtuous and considerate. No matter how busy he was, she never complained and stayed by his side in a well-behaved and sensible manner.

He thought he understood her best.

But only now did he suddenly realize that she was different from what he had known before.

He never seemed to really understand her...

The lantern at the gate of the Marquis's mansion was no longer lit, and it was dark every time he passed by. Only then did he realize that she had stood there every day holding a small lantern waiting for him to come home.

She was truly a good wife, beautiful and kind, gentle and virtuous, considerate and sensible. No matter how late it was, she would foolishly stand there waiting for him to come back...

In her previous life, when she shook off his hand for the last and only time, he had not yet realized what he had lost.

Now, with the passage of time and the changes in the world, he gradually came to realize it in the long river of memories.

It turned out that he had already lost it at that time.

this life……

There can never be another person like that.

Even though he redecorated the courtyard of the Marquis' Mansion to look like it did when she was there, and personally planted the peach blossoms she loved...

But there was no trace of her anymore.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, there was always a voice that kept asking him over and over again in his mind: "Xiao Jingheng, do you regret not knowing the value of love when you were young?"

I regret it...

How can I not regret it?

Whenever I think of her, I regret it over and over again.

The young couple never stayed together, leaving him alone with white hair overnight.

He regrets so much.

Why didn't you spend more time with her?

Why does she always have to wait?

Why don’t you cherish what you have?

I know clearly that she once longed for a home, warmth and love.

As long as you look back, she is there.

……