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

Jiang Wantang was laughing when Ji Wuyuan grabbed her jaw and pulled her in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Wantang, don't think that just because I pamper you and indulge you, you can challenge my bottom line without restraint."

"In the final analysis, I am only attracted by your beauty. There are countless beautiful people in this world, and I don't have to be with you."

Jiang Wantang's red eyes met Ji Wuyuan's fury directly, but her voice was surprisingly calm: "I know my own limitations and dare not expect His Majesty's grace."

"My brother is my only relative. As long as he is alive, I am alive. If he dies, I will die too."

After saying that, she closed her eyes heavily, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

When it fell into Ji Wuyuan's hand, it burned so much that his heart trembled violently.

Especially when seeing Jiang Wantang's fearless look, Ji Wuyuan felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped, causing him to feel an unbearable pain. At the same time, an unknown emotion spread in his heart.

He suddenly withdrew his hand, turned his back, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "As for what happened today, I will assume that you have lost your mind."

"If you step down now, you will still be the most favored concubine in the harem."

The emperor was furious, and his favorite concubine refused to give in. This tit-for-tat scene made Wang Fuhai in the hall tremble with fear.

He wisely retreated quietly outside the hall and closed the door.

Jiang Wantang opened his eyes and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Haha, favorite concubine?

Who cares!

She underestimated the emperor's ruthlessness and overestimated her own importance in his heart.

Even so, Jiang Wantang would not back down.

Then let’s take another gamble.

Bet everything on one throw and accept defeat.

Jiang Wantang's expression was gloomy, and her bright and lively peach blossom eyes were as lifeless as a pool of stagnant water, which was frightening to look at.

Her eyes were firm, and she spoke word by word, "I am very sober."

"I will not retreat."

"Since Your Majesty likes my beauty, I am willing to please Your Majesty. I only ask Your Majesty to let my brother go."

After saying that, Jiang Wantang raised his hand and untied the belt around his waist, and the rings and pendants fell down, making a crisp sound in the dead silent hall.

Ji Wuyuan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his face was extremely gloomy.

Bloodshot eyes grew colder and colder, his anger evident: "Jiang Wantang, this is how you think of me!"

"good very good!"

“It’s really good!”

"Put on your clothes and get out of here before I kill you!"

Jiang Wantang felt disheartened, his throat felt blocked, and a bloody smell rose up.

She tidied herself up woodenly, stood up and walked out of the hall.

When he reached the door of the temple, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Fuhai was horrified and hurried forward to support her, saying in astonishment: "What happened to the queen?"

"This old servant will take you to see the imperial physician."

Jiang Wantang pushed him away and said calmly, "Thank you, eunuch. It's not necessary."

After saying that, she staggered out and knelt down on the bluestone bricks in front of the imperial study.

Wang Fuhai's expression suddenly changed, and he said with great sorrow, "Why is your Majesty doing this?"

"The decree has been issued. If you go against His Majesty, you will only get yourself into trouble."

Jiang Wantang's eyes were lifeless as he stared blankly at the closed palace door in front of him without saying a word.

Wang Fuhai sighed deeply and walked into the hall.

"Is she gone?" a cold voice came from above.

Wang Fuhai stepped forward tremblingly and said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Jiang is kneeling outside the palace and just vomited blood. She doesn't look well..."

Ji Wuyuan paused, clenched his fists, and his joints creaked.

Wang Fuhai has been with him for many years, but this is the first time he has seen him suppress his anger so much.

If anyone else had dared to confront His Majesty like this, he would have been dragged down and hacked to death countless times.

This Concubine Jiang must be very special in His Majesty's heart.

After a long while, Ji Wuyuan's cold voice sounded again, cold-blooded and indifferent: "If she wants to kneel, let her kneel!"

"Everyone get down!"

All the palace people were terrified and retreated as if they had been pardoned.

Ji Wuyuan was the only one left in the empty hall, standing in front of the table with his hands behind his back. No one knew what he was thinking.

Wang Fuhai finally retreated and closed the hall door. He heard the sound of something falling from inside, which scared him so much that his body trembled violently.

The sky outside quickly darkened, a sign of a coming storm.

Outside the imperial study, the palace door was closed, the eunuchs and palace maids stood in a row, silent as a mouse, and there was deathly silence all around.

Jiang Wantang knelt on the bluestone bricks in front of the hall, motionless.

The weather in spring is like a man's heart, unpredictable and changeable at any time.

Soon, it started to rain. The big raindrops fell down with a crackling sound, splashing water on the ground.

Jiang Wantang's clothes were quickly soaked by the rain and stuck to her body. The rain slid down her cheeks, but she seemed unaware of it and knelt with her back straight.

In the imperial study, Ji Wuyuan was still standing in front of the desk with his back to the desk. Memorials, books, and teacups were scattered all over the floor...

His face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression was unclear. Only the pair of clenched fists behind him tightened and unclenched, and then tightened and unclenched again.

The raindrops that kept falling outside landed on Jiang Wantang and also hit his heart.

Every drop is like a heavy hammer.

The inside and outside of the hall are separated by a door.

One of them was standing and the other was kneeling. Both of them were unruly and refused to retreat or bow their heads.

At that time, the emperor was young and hot-headed, and he did not know what love was. When he suddenly realized it, his love had already emerged on the rainy day when he first saved her, and then it became an uncontrollable disaster.

The news that Jiang Wantang had angered the emperor and was kneeling outside the imperial study quickly spread to every corner of the palace. People were watching the fun and gloating... everywhere.

Everyone in the palace said that Concubine Jiang, who had just gained the emperor's favor, was about to fall out of favor completely.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, like a downpour, mercilessly hitting Jiang Wantang. Her face was as pale as paper, her hair had long been disheveled, and the rain flowed down her hair, blurring her vision, but her eyes were still stubbornly looking at the closed palace door.

Suddenly, the falling rain disappeared, and a large black oil-paper umbrella appeared above her head, shielding her from the wind and rain.

Xie Zhiyan untied the black cloak on his body and put it on Jiang Wantang.

He stood beside her, not too far away, holding an umbrella for her, with his entire body outside the umbrella, letting the cold rain hit his shoulders and back freely.

Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him who was stubbornly refusing to yield in the wind and rain. His pupils were dark, and a subtle hint of heartache and pity appeared in his complex eyes.

You are obviously very smart, so why do you make yourself so embarrassed?