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

Jiang Wantang was slightly startled and subconsciously raised her head to look at Ji Wuyuan, just in time to meet his smiling eyes, which seemed to be in a good mood.

She then politely said, "That's not very nice. After all, it was specially given to His Majesty by my sisters."

Ji Wuyuan raised his chin slightly and nodded thoughtfully: "Maid Jiang, what you said makes sense."

Under Jiang Wantang's expectant eyes, he said calmly to Wang Fuhai beside him, "Take it away and feed it to the dog."

Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly widened, and he thought to himself: This is what I meant!

What kind of dog is this to eat better than her, the former favorite concubine.

He is worse than a dog, it's so infuriating.

She was a favored concubine, but she lived worse than a dog.

Thinking of the big yellow dog in Changle Palace who could only eat their leftovers every day, Jiang Wantang couldn't help but sigh: Same dog, different fate.

If you follow her, you can only eat leftovers, but if you follow the dog tyrant, you can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day.

No wonder they say that when beating a dog, you have to look at the owner first.

Jiang Wantang shook his head, sighed helplessly, and thought out of sight, out of mind, he lowered his head and continued grinding.

She would never compete with a dog for food, so it's lucky.

Ji Wuyuan took in her reaction and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Fuhai was about to bring the delicacies to the table with a few young eunuchs when Ji Wuyuan suddenly said, "Wait."

Wang Fuhai signaled them to stop and they looked at him in confusion, waiting for instructions.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang, who was grinding with his head lowered, and said nonchalantly, "I suddenly remembered that the dog has been fed."

Wang Fuhai was filled with questions: Have you fed them yet?!

But since Your Majesty asked this, it means that the food has been fed.

So he nodded and responded, "Yes, Your Majesty is right, I did feed him."

Ji Wuyuan smiled with satisfaction and called out in a low voice, "Maid Jiang."

Jiang Wantang hadn't gotten used to this address yet. She was stunned for a moment before looking up at him.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with a smile, his tone was casual and lazy: "All these foods are given to you as a reward."

Jiang Wantang didn't respond.

"What, you don't want to eat?" Ji Wuyuan continued.

Just then, Jiang Wantang's stomach growled a few times at inopportune times.

Jiang Wantang's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

She was really hungry.

After a big fight last night, I came here to take Ji Wuyuan's orders before even having breakfast this morning.

Ji Wuyuan's smile deepened: "Maid Jiang's body is much more honest than her mouth."

There was a subtle deeper meaning in the words.

Jiang Wantang didn't pay attention to what he said, because it wasn't anything good anyway.

At this moment, her eyes were only focused on the table full of tempting food. She no longer hesitated and stood up to sit down and start eating.

In the blink of an eye, she had eaten some of every dish on the table.

It looks like he is really hungry.

Ji Wuyuan suddenly felt uncomfortable. It seemed as if he had abused her and not even given her a full meal.

He frowned slightly and said worriedly, "Eat slowly, don't choke..."

Jiang Wantang didn't eat fast, and her movements were quite elegant, but she couldn't compare to the concubines who had small stomachs in front of Ji Wuyuan and ate in small bites.

As she ate, she commented in her mind, saying that the Concubine Xian's cooking skills were good, and the hundred-flower pastry was fragrant and crispy;

Lady Wang’s chicken soup is made with many precious ingredients, making it a truly nourishing soup.

Jia Fei's ginseng and blood bird's nest soup is sweet and refreshing, making it a perfect dessert.

……

Soon, Ji Wuyuan realized something was wrong and his face darkened.

"Jiang Wantang, how long has it been since you last ate?"

After all, she is a concubine in the harem, so she shouldn't be starving. Besides, even if she is hungry under normal circumstances, she won't be this hungry.

Jiang Wantang took a final sip of tea, feeling quite satisfied with the meal.

She was just waiting for Ji Wuyuan to say this.

When she reached Ji Wuyuan, she began to plead her case: "Your Majesty, I just realized today that my treatment in the palace is even worse than that of one of your dogs."

Ji Wuyuan's eyes twitched slightly. He pressed his forehead and said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Wantang continued to pretend to be aggrieved and said, "I'm not talking nonsense. I haven't eaten meat for a long time. The food delivered by the imperial kitchen every day is only vegetarian."

“I don’t eat enough and I get hungry easily.”

A pair of bright eyes, like a little deer, stared at Ji Wuyuan eagerly.

Jiang Wantang did not lie about this. During this period of time, people in the palace said that she had lost favor and Changle Palace was deserted. As a result, those who took advantage of the situation no longer took Changle Palace seriously and became more perfunctory in providing her with food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Fortunately, she had some money in her hands, so she didn't have to eat the bland soup sent by the imperial kitchen.

Ji Wuyuan's face was as dark as it could be: "You are at least a third-rank concubine appointed by my own family. How dare they treat you so neglectfully?"

Jiang Wantang said with resentment in her eyes, "Who made me fall out of favor recently?"

Ji Wuyuan's heart sank, and he was immediately choked by her words and speechless.

A bit heartbreaking.

He never cared about the affairs of the women in the harem, but he never expected that someone would dare to disobey him under his nose.

Ji Wuyuan suddenly thought of the strange foods that Jiang Wantang had given him before. She wouldn't eat this kind of thing, would she?

A strong and complex strange emotion surged in my heart.

Ji Wuyuan's jawline was tense, his eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at Wang Fuhai beside him with a cold gaze. He said in a cold voice: "The imperial kitchen has failed in its duties. Each person will be punished with thirty strokes of the cane and a vegetarian diet for one year."

"Anyone who neglects the noble will be beaten to death."

A strong sense of oppression came over Wang Fuhai, and he trembled with fear. His back was already soaked with sweat. He knelt in front of the hall and said in panic, "I will handle it right away."

When he walked out, Wang Fuhai couldn't help feeling a little frightened.

Your Majesty has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, and he cannot tolerate any injustice.

But he was particularly indulgent towards Concubine Jiang.

Whenever she was wronged, His Majesty did not even investigate and directly dealt with everyone involved.

From now on, no one in the harem would dare to look down on Concubine Jiang.

Oh no, she will be the concubine soon.

Inside the palace, Ji Wuyuan reached out and held Jiang Wantang in his arms, his brows stained with a hint of heartache and self-blame, his voice low and hoarse: "Why didn't you tell me when you were wronged?"

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of her eyes: "Your Majesty, aren't you angry with me?"

Ji Wuyuan listened to her words and felt as if something had stabbed his heart, causing him excessive pain.

He took a deep breath and said in a rare gentle tone: "I'm not angry."

"I have agreed to your brother's request."

Jiang Wantang leaned obediently in Ji Wuyuan's arms and blinked in surprise.

Simply a surprise.

When did the tyrant become so easy to appease?

He said she would serve him personally, but later he didn't let her do anything. He just gave her a few books to read and asked her to accompany him to review memorials. That was all.

At night, Ji Wuyuan saw Jiang Wantang dozing off frequently and could hardly keep her eyes open, so he let her go back to rest early.

However, Jiang Wantang, who was extremely sleepy in the hall just now, became energetic and vigorous as soon as he came out, and did not look sleepy at all.

That's right, she was pretending.

After spending a whole day with the tyrant, she was exhausted...

The night is as dark as ink, the breeze blows gently, and the leaves rustle

Jiang Wantang returned to Changle Palace. Just as she relaxed a little, she immediately became alert.

She stopped and stood quietly in the middle of the yard. The moonlight shone on her, outlining her slender figure.

Jiang Wantang's eyes swept sharply across the surrounding darkness.

After a moment, she raised her chin slightly, her eyes indifferent, and said to the darkness: "Come out."