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

Chapter 587 Extra: Ji Wuwang (2)

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Master's calm eyes showed a slight fluctuation. He said calmly, "Knowing some answers may not necessarily bring good..."

"If this answer will bring pain to the Empress, will you still insist on it?"

"Yes." Jiang Wantang answered without hesitation.

Seeing her resolute attitude, the Imperial Master remained silent for a while before finally sighing, "Since that's the case, please follow me."

After saying that, he picked up the lantern and led Jiang Wantang through the deep corridor to a secluded Buddhist temple in the back mountain, which was where Ji Wuwang was in seclusion.

Pushing the door open, I saw flickering candlelight in the Buddhist hall. The gold-painted Sanskrit on the walls glowed faintly under the candlelight. The magic circle on the ground was painted with cinnabar, and a bronze rebirth lamp was placed in the center of the lotus pattern, and the wick was emitting a faint green flame.

Jiang Wantang followed the Imperial Master's instructions and slowly stepped into the center of the magic circle. He sat cross-legged with his hands resting lightly on his knees.

"Please close your eyes and concentrate..." The Imperial Master stood at the center of the formation, holding a vajra, and spoke in a deep and slow voice, "When your spirit consciousness leaves your body, there will be tearing pain. Please be patient."

Jiang Wantang nodded and closed his eyes.

Soon, she felt the wind pick up around her, and as the world spun around her, she suddenly felt an unbearable burning pain in her head. The pain then became more and more intense, so much so that she almost lost consciousness...

When Jiang Wantang woke up again, she was in a trance, and suddenly saw the snow falling all over the sky, accompanied by the fragrance of plum blossoms...

From afar, she saw two women lying lifeless on the bluestone steps in front of Zhaiyue Tower, their blood staining the white snow red...

A young man in blue knelt in the snow, holding one of the women tightly in his arms, his jade crown askew, and he wept bitterly...

Jiang Wantang opened her eyes, trying to see more clearly.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves broke through the snowy night...

Amid the neighing of a steed, a noble man in a snow-white robe, looking like a banished immortal, came flying over under the moonlight and flying snow. When he saw the blood on the ground, he kicked the young man in blue away.

With the arrival of the man, Jiang Wantang's vision gradually became clear.

She clearly saw this familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of her. The woman lying in the snow was herself and Jiang Wanfu who fell from the building in her previous life.

The young man in blue is Xiao Jingheng from the previous life.

And that noble man in a snowy robe...

The moment Jiang Wantang saw his face clearly, her pupils trembled and her eyes instantly turned red...

It’s——Ji Wuwang!

It's her little brother Xiaoqi who has come...

It turns out that he has never given up looking for himself...

It turns out that after I fell to my death in my previous life, he came...

Then, she saw Ji Wuwang kneeling in front of her own body with bloodshot eyes and a lost soul. He stretched out his trembling hands, hugged her bloody body tightly in his arms, and called her over and over again: "Atang..."

The voice was mournful and full of despair.

It feels like I've lost the most important person in the world...

It turns out that in my previous life, I was also deeply loved like this.

Jiang Wantang slowly walked towards him. She wanted to reach out and pat him, to comfort him and stop crying, but her hand touched nothing...

Now she was just a wisp of spiritual consciousness and could not touch him.

So Jiang Wantang walked up to him and squatted down, but he couldn't see her either.

She could only watch as her brother Xiaoqi held her body, confessed over and over again, and cried and said "I'm sorry".

He said: "Xiao Atang, I'm late, I'm sorry..."

He said, "Xiao Atang, it's my fault for losing you. I couldn't find you for such a long time..."

He said: "Atang, I promised to protect you for my whole life. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"..."

Every word is heart-wrenching and every sentence is heart-wrenching.

The blood from the corpse soon soaked his spotless snow robe...

Jiang Wantang squatted in front of him, her eyes also red and tears streaming down her face.

After a long while, Shi Lin came forward and knelt down to report: "Master, I have found out..."

"Our daughter is the second Miss Jiang who was bullied by others in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Prime Minister's Mansion favored the eldest Miss Jiang, Jiang Wanfu, and forced our daughter to marry Xiao Jingheng, the young Marquis of Pingyang Mansion..."

"Xiao Jingheng has always been obsessed with Jiang Wanfu and has neglected her after marriage."

"Later, Jiang Wanfu fell out of favor in the palace and was banished to the cold palace by His Majesty. The Prime Minister's Mansion wanted to force our girl to go to the cold palace to replace Jiang Wanfu. The girl was unwilling, so Jiang Wanfu found a few old, ugly and lowly men to insult her innocence, and eventually forced the girl..."

At the end, Shi Lin couldn't continue.

Ji Wuwang's already scarlet eyes became even more intense. His bloodshot eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

"How dare they, my precious little girl!"

As he spoke, Ji Wuwang's face was full of paranoia and sinister, and he suddenly sneered crazily: "Haha... Jiang Wanfu... Prime Minister's Mansion... Xiao Jingheng... Haha..."

After laughing, he lowered his eyes to look at the pale, lifeless person in his arms. His vicious eyes softened for a moment. He gently stroked her bloody cheek and wiped it clean bit by bit, as if he was holding some rare treasure, carefully.

He said: "Xiao Atang, don't be afraid, Brother Xiaoqi is here..."

"I will not let any of those who have hurt or bullied you go!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Jiang Wantang's cold forehead with deep affection and tenderness.

He held her cold hand and said, "Atang is most afraid of the cold..."

"Come, put it on and you won't be cold."

After saying that, he wrapped her cold body with snow-white fox fur and carried her horizontally.

The entire street and the entire Zhaiyue Tower were controlled by his people.

Everyone was so frightened that they dared not breathe.

They only saw that in the heavy snow, the King of Zhenbei suddenly returned to the capital, holding the body of a woman who had fallen from a building in his arms.

Ji Wuwang held the person in his arms and swept his cold eyes over the Zhaiyue Tower. His gloomy eyes and every word he said were cruel: "Everyone involved in the Zhaiyue Tower will be killed on the spot!"

"Also, set fire to the building. I want it to disappear from the capital overnight!"

"So is the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Shi Lin nodded in response, looked at Jiang Wanfu lying on the ground, and asked, "Master, where is Jiang Wanfu?"

"Chop it into pieces and throw it into the mountains to feed the wolves." Ji Wuwang said coldly.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jamel Xiao who was sitting in a pool of blood. He pulled the corners of his lips, walked closer step by step, raised his foot and stepped directly on his spine, saying cruelly: "As for you - Jamel Xiao..."

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

"Because you look at Atang with affection in your eyes, death is too easy for you!"

"I want you to remember that you killed her!"

“Xiao Jingheng, I want you to live in this world in pain for the rest of your life, and repent for her for the rest of your life!”