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

It was normal for the harem to flatter the powerful and look down on the weak, and there were many people who watched the joke. Among them, the most proud one was the newly promoted Concubine Zhang.

She twisted her slender waist and walked with a bit of pride, surrounded by a group of palace maids.

As he passed by the closed gate of Changle Palace, the smile on his face became more and more obvious, his eyes full of contempt and ridicule: "Humph, so what if I am favored? I am still disliked by His Majesty."

"Don't you know your own weight? You dare to make trouble in front of His Majesty. Now you should behave yourself."

After saying this, she proudly shook the handkerchief in her hand and continued walking towards Zhaoyang Palace where Concubine Jia lived.

Zhaoyang Palace and Changle Palace are not far from each other. Both are palaces where favorite concubines have lived in the past, but Changle Palace is superior.

When Concubine Zhang walked in with a smile, several concubines had already gathered in the hall drinking tea and chatting.

Concubine Jia was sitting in the main seat. When she saw Lady Zhang, a hint of disgust flashed across her eyes, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled and said, "Sister Zhang is here. Come and sit down."

Concubine Zhang sat down and said, "Just now I heard you say that Concubine Jiang was ill. Is this true?

One of the concubines said, "How could this be false? This morning, when Sister Jiafei and Lin Chongrong came to visit, they were stopped outside. They said he was ill on the bed and couldn't see guests."

Another concubine echoed, "I heard that His Majesty was furious yesterday and punished her to kneel in the rain all night. Isn't that why she got sick?"

At this time, another concubine interrupted and said, "I also heard that His Majesty has not allowed the imperial physician to go to Changle Palace to treat her. It seems that he wants to let her fend for herself."

"Oh, how pitiful."

"I just don't know what Concubine Jiang did to make His Majesty so angry?"

……

Several people were talking at the same time, making the story about Jiang Wantang being a disfavored and abandoned concubine who had angered the emperor and was dying.

Everyone present sighed when they heard this.

Concubine Zhang, however, fiddled with her gorgeous armor without a care in the world, gloating, "It seems that our Concubine Jiang is truly unlucky!"

"It's only been a few days since I was favored!"

Lady Wang said disdainfully, "Since ancient times, those who seduced others and brought disaster upon themselves have always met with a tragic end."

Concubine Jia picked up the teacup, took a sip, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

……

Xuanzheng Hall.

Ji Wuyuan's face had been dark since the morning court session, and it became even darker when he was dealing with memorials after the court session.

It would have been fine if others had petitioned him to execute Jiang Huaizhou, but even the old man Jiang Zhixu submitted a letter of apology for failing to educate his son properly.

He said he was asking for apology, but the content of the memorial completely cleared himself and the Prime Minister's Office of any wrongdoing, making him seem like he was sacrificing his own relatives for the sake of justice.

After reading it, Ji Wuyuan was so angry that he threw the memorial to the ground, sneering repeatedly: "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. This Prime Minister Jiang is really worse than an animal!"

Wang Fuhai stood aside and didn't dare to say a word.

Ji Wuyuan couldn't help but think of the scene where Jiang Wantang knelt on the ground with red eyes, threatening him with his life to let Jiang Huaizhou go. His heart was stabbed and he felt an indescribable pain.

She is so affectionate, but has such a heartless and ungrateful father. It's really heartbreaking.

Ji Wuyuan pinched his eyebrows in annoyance, not knowing what was going on in Changle Palace.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Fuhai beside him with cold eyes.

The latter was immediately startled and hurried forward, saying, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment, his eyes were full of complex emotions: "How is she?"

Wang Fuhai was keenly aware of who the "she" the emperor was referring to.

He took two steps forward and said nervously, "Jiang Jieyu is ill, and the gates of Changle Palace are closed."

Ji Wuyuan's hands tightened unconsciously. He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions surging in his heart.

Only he himself knows how much he cares and feels about her.

He stood up, walked to the windowsill, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the drizzling rain outside, his eyes deep and dark, no one knew what he was thinking.

It's night, everything is silent.

Inside the bedroom of Changle Palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated a tall, black figure within the hall.

Jiang Wantang lay quietly on the couch, his face pale and his breath weak. His lively and charming peach blossom eyes were tightly closed at this moment, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly like crow feathers, as if he could not sleep peacefully.

Ji Wuyuan, wearing a black gold-woven brocade robe, stood in front of the couch, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wantang lying on the couch. His heart instantly tightened and felt a dull pain.

He was afraid of waking her up, so he walked as lightly as possible. He slowly sat down beside her, stroked her face with his fingertips, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of her eyes.

He sat there for a long time, maintaining the same posture, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled, and it seemed that she was about to wake up. Ji Wuyuan withdrew his hand in a panic, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

But she didn't wake up, as if she was dreaming, and she was murmuring something softly, her voice was very light and weak.

Ji Wuyuan leaned over and listened attentively.

She was saying: "Brother...brother..."

Ji Wuyuan frowned, looked at Jiang Wantang, and spoke in a very soft voice: "Is he that important?"

Even when I fell asleep I was still thinking about it...

As he spoke, he sighed softly: "Forget it, I won't touch him."

"Having reached this position, I will not tolerate threats from others."

"You are the first person who dares to threaten me like this."

"But what can I do? I still can't bear to kill you..."

"Jiang Wantang..." Ji Wuyuan touched her face with an inexplicable attachment: "This time, you win."

He looked at Jiang Wantang, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm smile: "Little cat, get well soon. When you are better, I will give you a surprise as an apology."

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"From now on, you are not allowed to call any other man's name except me in your dreams, not even your brother."

"It's not okay to dream about any man other than me!"

"You are the one I like, and my heart and eyes can only hold me."

……

It was not until the sky turned pale that Ji Wuyuan walked out of the bedroom.

Yun Shang and Xiu Zhu, who were guarding outside the palace, were terrified all night. No one knew why this tyrant came in in the middle of the night instead of going through the main gate.

Besides, the time to feed the medicine was approaching. If he didn't leave, Yun Shang was worried that Jiang Wantang on the couch would wake up.

After confirming that Jiang Wantang was fine, the next step was to punish the people who needed to be punished.

So, the emperor was furious in the court.

The case of embezzling military pay is true, but Jiang Huaizhou's involvement in the embezzlement is false.

He was just a scapegoat who was used and pushed out.

The real culprit, Ji Wuyuan, has already known it in his mind. He has been hiding his intentions just to lay the groundwork and wait for the right opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop.

The political situation is like a chess game, with black and white pieces scattered on the jade chessboard. Powers ebb and flow, encroach upon and oppress each other, and are trapped between the longitude and latitude. The player holding the chess pieces is the king sitting in the hall.

Jiang Huaizhou was originally a civil servant working in the Hanlin Academy. He was transferred to the Ministry of Justice a few months ago and served as a sixth-rank deputy minister of the Ministry of Justice.

He had happened to stumble into Ji Wuyuan's scheme and become one of the chess pieces in this murderous game...