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

Chapter 474 Emperor's Birthday

On Ji Wuyuan's birthday, just like in his previous life, heavy snow fell, and the red walls and green tiles of the palace were covered with silver and white.

All civil and military officials brought their families into the palace to congratulate the emperor.

The difference was that this time Jiang Wantang was no longer sitting in an inconspicuous corner, and the seat next to him was no longer empty.

She was dressed in a luxurious phoenix robe, sitting on a high platform, and sitting beside her was the unparalleled noble emperor Ji Wuyuan, dressed in a dark gold-woven dragon robe.

In her previous life, she was sitting at the table and couldn't even see his face clearly.

This time, Jiang Wantang sat beside him, carefully examining the man's enchanting and romantic face, vaguely imagining what he looked like in his previous life.

Inside the hall, the wine was mellow, the food was fragrant, and everyone was talking and laughing. Everyone at the table was clinking glasses and laughing and talking one after another.

However, Jiang Wantang could see that Ji Wuyuan was not happy.

His eyes were cold, and no matter how lively the scene was, it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

However, he accepted all the toasts and congratulations from the ministers in the court, drinking one cup after another and finishing them in one gulp each time.

It was the same in the previous life.

Ji Wuyuan actually doesn't like celebrating his birthday at all.

As for why, Jiang Wantang can now guess a little.

His birthday will inevitably remind him of his mother.

According to what Nangong Liuli said before her death, Ji Wuyuan's biological mother, Concubine Yu, committed suicide in order to protect him.

During the meal, Yun Shang left Lu Jinan and came to have a small gathering with Jiang Wantang.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. When Yun Shang saw her, she seemed to have endless things to say.

When Jiang Wantang returned, Ji Wuyuan was no longer on the platform.

Jiang Wantang lowered his brows, looking thoughtful.

After a moment, she turned and walked towards the harem.

Outside the palace, snowflakes were falling, covering the red walls and green tiles in a vast expanse of white.

Jiang Wantang did not use the imperial sedan chair. She walked slowly on the snow, with Leng Mei beside her holding an umbrella for her.

The snow-white fox fur on his body dragged across the snow, leaving a shallow trail behind him.

Halfway through the journey, Jiang Wantang suddenly stopped.

She turned around, her eyes glaring at the vast white palace path behind her, and said in a cold tone, "Come out."

Leng Mei, who was standing by, was surprised for a moment. She looked around but didn't see anyone else around.

But the next moment, a tall man walked out from the corner. It was the young Marquis Xiao, Xiao Jingheng.

Jiang Wantang's eyes turned cold and narrowed slightly: "Is it you?"

"Why are you following me?"

Xiao Jingheng was wearing a deep blue brocade robe, exactly the same as in his previous life.

He didn't answer, but instead looked at her with longing and attachment. After a long silence, he said, "Jiang Wantang, does His Majesty know that you like the osmanthus candy from the shop on Suzaku Street?"

Just now at the banquet, he saw the most noble man in the world, who, while drinking the wine offered by all the officials, did not forget to pick up and serve food to her from time to time.

The man seemed to understand her very well. She had a smile in her eyes with every bite of the food he picked for her.

Occasionally, soup would stain the corners of her lips, and the man would casually take out a handkerchief to wipe it for her. His movements were dignified, natural, and familiar, as if he had done it countless times.

And these are things he had never done in his previous life as a husband.

Hearing his words, Jiang Wantang frowned slightly, and some vague and fragmented fragments flashed through her mind.

A six-year-old boy in white fell from a tree, appearing before her as if from the sky, and with a warm smile, he gave her osmanthus candy...

At the age of sixteen, she married Xiao Jingheng, and they treated each other with respect. Every time she waited for him for a long time, he would ask his servant to go to Zhuque Street in the city to buy a box of osmanthus candy to cheer her up.

In my previous life, I was really easy to satisfy. All I wanted was a home and someone to accompany me.

No need for coaxing at all.

In fact, no one is coaxing...

When she thinks back on those days now, she finds them ridiculous and sad...

Recovering from her thoughts, Jiang Wantang looked at Xiao Jingheng, who had become a stranger to her for a long time, and said in a very soft voice, "I have stopped eating osmanthus candy for a long time."

Xiao Jingheng's expression froze, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

The next moment, he raised his eyes, smiled at Jiang Wantang, and said bitterly: "That's right..."

She has nothing now, so why would she care about a small piece of osmanthus candy?

He smiled, his eyes red: "I'm sorry..."

I didn’t cherish and treat you well in my previous life.

Jiang Wantang looked at the reddened eyes, her face calm and indifferent. She said calmly, "Xiao Jingheng, what I like is never the sweet-scented osmanthus candy, but the young man who once gave me the sweet-scented osmanthus candy."

"But that boy... was never you."

When Xiao Jingheng heard this, his tall and straight figure stiffened and became dejected for a moment.

Then he heard Jiang Wantang say, "The past is over, and we meet on a strange road. Young Marquis Xiao, it's time to move on."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Xiao Jingheng stood there, watching the figure gradually moving away. A tear rolled down his red eyes and instantly solidified into ice crystals in the snow.

Go forward?

On this day in his previous life, he witnessed with his own eyes her falling from a tall building. Her blood dyed the snow red, and it also hurt his eyes and his heart.

From that moment on, it was destined that he would be trapped in his own confinement for the rest of his life.

I can't get out anymore...

Jiang Wantang walked on the snow, passed through the palace walls, and came to Yaohua Palace, where Ji Wuyuan's biological mother, Concubine Yu, lived.

Sure enough, Wang Fuhai was seen at the door of the palace.

Jiang Wantang slowly approached and looked at the long-faded plaque of "Yaohua Palace" at the palace gate.

Wang Fuhai was a little surprised to see her coming, and hurried forward to salute and said, "Your servant greets the Queen."

Jiang Wantang nodded slightly and said calmly, "Is His Majesty in there?"

"Yes." After saying that, Wang Fuhai said with some embarrassment, "Your Majesty, His Majesty has ordered that no one be allowed to enter and disturb us."

Jiang Wantang frowned slightly and said nothing more.

She stood quietly at the gate of Yaohua Palace, looking into the empty hall with deep eyes.

Outside, large flakes of snow are still falling, and the wind is biting cold...

Wang Fuhai looked at Jiang Wantang's red face from the cold and said soothingly, "It's freezing cold, why don't you go back to the main hall and wait for His Majesty?"

"If you get cold, His Majesty will be very distressed."

Jiang Wantang stood there without moving or answering.

After a long moment, her eyelashes fluttered, and she said calmly, "Eunuch Wang, is His Majesty's birthday like this every year?"

Wang Fuhai was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and sighed, "Ever since your Majesty's mother, Concubine Yu, passed away, your Majesty has come here every birthday, sometimes staying for several days."

Jiang Wantang thought that in such a desperate situation at that time, the person who could make a quick decision and sacrifice her life to save her child must be an excellent mother.

So, she asked curiously, "How similar are Your Majesty and Concubine Yu?"