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

After a long while, Ji Wuyuan, wearing a black silk satin robe, with a gloomy face and angry, came to the side hall.

Judging from his posture, he seems to be looking for Jiang Wantang to settle the score.

As soon as he stepped into the side hall, he was hit by a powerful and cold aura, and the air in the hall seemed to freeze in an instant.

Jiang Wantang sat on the couch and shivered subconsciously from the cold. When she raised her eyes, she saw Ji Wuyuan's face, which was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it, and her heart sank.

Ji Wuyuan stood in front of the couch, looking down at her, his voice as cold as ice: "Stop being so clever and playing hard to get tricks in front of me."

"I can tolerate you once, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate you every time."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Jiang Wantang's eyes lit up, and she immediately reached out to pull at his sleeve, her eyes full of anticipation: "Then will Your Majesty agree as long as I say so?"

Ji Wuyuan sneered coldly: "You wish!"

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes to look at the pair of slender white hands that were pulling at his sleeves: "Let go of your hands, and talk about what you want to say."

Jiang Wantang not only didn't let go, she also pulled Ji Wuyuan's sleeve and shook it gently, saying coquettishly: "Your Majesty~"

"His Majesty……"

Jiang Wantang's voice was gentle and melodious, and her eyes were full of pleading.

She tilted her head slightly, and stared at him with her watery eyes, looking like a kitten acting coquettishly to its owner, making people feel pity for her.

The calls of "Your Majesty" became sweeter and softer.

It makes my bones numb.

Ji Wuyuan coughed twice uncomfortably, and the aura around him eased a lot, but he still had a stern face.

Then, he pulled his sleeve back from Jiang Wantang's hand and walked to the couch beside him and sat down.

The distance from Jiang Wantang was neither far nor near, but she couldn't reach it.

Ji Wuyuan slowly straightened his robe, then propped up his head with one hand and looked at Jiang Wantang, saying with a half-smile, "You can tell me about it."

"Whether I agree or not depends entirely on my mood."

"If you want to make any excessive demands, that won't work. I'm the emperor, and I won't indulge you."

Jiang Wantang stood up and knelt on the couch, speaking earnestly, "Your Majesty, my brother was framed, and now that the truth has been uncovered, can he be reinstated?"

It’s Jiang Huaizhou again!

Ji Wuyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze cold and gloomy, and fell on Jiang Wantang: "Although Jiang Huaizhou is indeed wrongly accused, he is also responsible for failing to investigate. I dismissed him from his post for your sake and to give him a lighter sentence."

"Are you questioning my decision?"

"Or do you want me to...be partial and corrupt?"

Jiang Wantang blinked when he heard the last few words, his eyes clear and pure: "Is it okay?"

Ji Wuyuan was choked by her straightforward look and words for a moment, so he changed his mind and refused.

"You want me to agree?"

Jiang Wantang's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded vigorously.

"It's not impossible." Ji Wuyuan's mouth curled up, and he tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes revealing a cunning smile, but that smile was poisonous and made people shudder: "But I'm not in a good mood now, and I don't want to agree."

Jiang Wantang's face turned dark in an instant, and she wanted to beat someone up.

Okay, he is the emperor, he is the master, she can endure it.

Jiang Wantang gritted her teeth and forced a gentle and appropriate smile: "Then I wonder what Your Majesty can do to feel better?"

Ji Wuyuan saw that she was very cute and funny as she was forcing herself to smile even though she was frustrated.

So the bad mood I was in didn't seem so bad anymore...

Ji Wuyuan's smile deepened, and he said coldly, "How about this, you become my personal maid. When you serve me well, I might agree."

Jiang Wantang thought for a moment and said, "What if Your Majesty feels better and deliberately drags me out of my way?"

Ji Wuyuan's mood is changeable, and no one knows when he will be in a good mood again.

She can wait, but her brother can't.

"Is that the kind of person I am?" Ji Wuyuan almost laughed in anger. "I am the ruler of a country after all, and my words are my bond. How could I do something as dishonest as this?"

"Then Your Majesty, please be kind and give me a deadline," Jiang Wantang said.

Ji Wuyuan snorted coldly: "One month."

Jiang Wantang bargained: "Half a month."

"Jiang Wantang, are you buying groceries?" Ji Wuyuan sneered, his tone suddenly turning cold. "What? You don't want to? Then there's no room for negotiation."

"Yes, of course I am." Jiang Wantang gritted her teeth and looked at Ji Wuyuan with a smile: "How could I not be willing?"

Ji Wuyuan's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes: "After tomorrow's morning court session, I want to see Maid Jiang in the imperial study."

Jiang Wantang raised a fake smile at the corner of her lips: "I will definitely be there on time."

……

The next day, before dawn, Yun Shang dragged Jiang Wantang up and got her washed and dressed.

When he heard the eunuch come to report that Ji Wuyuan was about to leave the court, he hurried to the imperial study to wait without even having breakfast.

When Ji Wuyuan arrived at the imperial study, he saw Jiang Wantang dozing off in the hall and curled his lips.

He swept away the gloom on his face, and the cold aura around him became much milder.

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan coughed twice seemingly casually, and Jiang Wantang immediately woke up.

She stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Ji Wuyuan said calmly, "No need to be polite."

"Maid Jiang, come here and give it to Gu Yanmo."

Jiang Wantang knelt beside the imperial desk and ground ink for him.

Wang Fuhai looked at the two men strangely, and for a moment he was completely confused.

Jiang Wantang was grinding ink when she heard Wang Fuhai coming in and out, reporting, "Your Majesty, Concubine Wang has brought some chicken soup. It's waiting outside."

"Your Majesty, Concubine Xia has brought some snacks and is waiting outside the palace."

"Your Majesty, Concubine Jia has sent a ginseng blood bird's nest cup and is waiting outside the palace."

"Your Majesty, the Concubine Xian just made your favorite Hundred Flowers Pastry and sent it to you while it's still hot."

"..."

Ji Wuyuan might not have accepted these in the past, but today he accepted them all for the first time.

Soon, the table was filled with all kinds of delicious delicacies.

The fragrance instantly filled the entire hall. Jiang Wantang opened her beautiful eyes wide and swallowed unconsciously.

She suddenly remembered the dark cakes she had given before.

In comparison, it seems that it is indeed not up to par...

At this moment, a chuckle came from above: "Want to eat?"