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

Chapter 472 The truth is revealed to the world

Seeing this, Ji Wuyuan kissed her plump, rosy lips again.

What he didn't expect was that the person who was sleeping actually responded to his kiss.

Ji Wuyuan's pupils suddenly dilated and trembled slightly.

He looked deeply at the peaceful sleeping face in front of him. After a long moment, he murmured softly, "Jiang Wantang, you actually like me a little bit too... right?"

However, the person in the dream was unconscious and did not respond.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes were deep, and he raised his hand to touch Jiang Wantang's cheek, and the latter took the initiative to move closer to him.

This was a pleasant surprise for him.

Ji Wuyuan chuckled and said softly, "So good..."

"Only when you fall asleep will you take off that cold disguise..."

"Only at times like this can I see your reliance on me."

After saying that, he raised his hand and gently held Jiang Wantang in his arms, holding her tighter little by little, his chin resting on her forehead, and sighed softly: "Tang'er, what should I do? I really... really like you, and I like you more and more..."

"I really want to hold you like this forever...for a lifetime, it doesn't seem that long."

"Don't blame me for not giving you freedom..."

"Because I can't bear to let go."

"I can give you everything except freedom."

After saying that, he lowered his head and gave Jiang Wantang a pious kiss on the forehead.

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan hugged Jiang Wantang tighter, rested his chin on the top of her head, and closed his eyes.

The two of them hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The moonlight quietly emerged from the clouds and passed through the red gauze curtain, casting a layer of crystal and holy luster on the two people hugging each other on the couch.

The next day, the sky brightened.

When Jiang Wantang woke up, Ji Wuyuan was no longer on the couch.

She couldn't believe that she slept until dawn without any nightmares.

So, is it because of him?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang lowered his eyes and looked at the seat beside him that had already turned cold, his mood somewhat complicated.

Jiang Wantang, Jiang Wantang...

You say all kinds of harsh words, but your body is still very honest, right?

Such a thought made Jiang Wantang's heart tighten. She shook her head violently and stopped thinking about it.

In this life, she doesn't want to rely on anyone anymore.

After sleeping for a whole night, Jiang Wantang felt refreshed and energetic when he walked out of the bedroom.

I just don't know why my lips are numb.

Jiang Wantang touched her lips in a strange way, but was only curious for a moment and didn't pay any further attention to it.

She was busy in the harem for the whole morning, arranging the annual festival routines in each palace in the harem in advance.

Because Ji Wuyuan's birthday is in a few days, she needs to devote more time and energy to preparations in advance.

As for Wu Decai's family in the water dungeon, Leng Xue is in charge of taking care of them. While torturing them every day, she will not let them die easily.

In Fengqi Palace, Jiang Wantang had just finished busying herself with harem affairs, with ink still wet on her fingertips, when Ji Wuyuan hurried over.

"Tang'er, come with me."

After saying that, he took Jiang Wantang's hand and walked out without saying anything.

The account book spread out on the table was blown by a breeze by his sudden movement, and it began to turn the pages automatically.

"His Majesty..."

"But what happened?"

Jiang Wantang staggered two steps as she was dragged out, looking at the man in front of her with strange behavior in some confusion.

Ji Wuyuan didn't stop. He turned around and looked at Jiang Wantang, who was in a state of surprise and shock. His eyes were complicated, as if he didn't know how to start.

However, Jiang Wantang keenly read something unusual from his deep and dark pupils.

She didn't say anything else, but strode out.

The two of them got on a carriage and drove all the way from the capital to an abandoned villa in the suburbs.

The entire villa was covered in freshly dug soil, and the cold wind, carrying the earthy smell, blew in my face...

Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang's hand, and the two stood at the gate of the villa, looking at the abandoned villa that had almost been turned upside down.

Fei Yu, who came out to greet them, had a black robe stained with some dirt, and even his usually meticulous bun had a few strands of hair scattered.

His face was cold, he knelt on one knee, and said, "Your Majesty, we have unearthed an old skeleton under an old locust tree in the courtyard..."

"After an examination by the coroner at the Dali Temple," Fei Yu's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were dark blue. "The skeleton appears to be in its early twenties, at least seven feet six inches long, and the facial bones show signs of fractures."

"After numerous analyses and comparisons," he said, his voice suddenly lowering, "they all match the Prime Minister Jiang Zhixu of that time."

Before Fei Yu finished speaking, Jiang Wantang started walking towards the messy pile of dirt.

"Tang'er..."

Ji Wuyuan's low call seemed to be through a heavy veil.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were red and misty, and her stubborn look made people feel distressed.

Ji Wuyuan stood beside Jiang Wantang, holding her trembling hand tightly, and spoke patiently and gently, "Tang'er, calm down first."

"No matter what you see later, don't be impulsive."

Jiang Wantang bit her lips, which were almost bloodless, and said nothing.

Ji Wuyuan took her hand and walked forward.

He said, "Come on, I'll take you there."

The two walked in one after the other.

The huge abandoned villa was covered with yellow soil and pits of various sizes.

This was the result of a whole day and night of digging by the Dali Temple and Feiyu's secret guards, who had almost turned the entire villa upside down.

A stout old locust tree lay across the courtyard, and beneath its roots lay a skeleton in the cold, damp new mud.

It was Jiang Zhixu who was murdered by a villain and buried for many years.

Xie Zhiyan and the coroner from the Dali Temple were both in a huge pit next to the old locust tree, carefully cleaning the mud-covered corpse.

Jiang Wantang stepped into the pit and walked towards the skeleton step by step.

Cruelly speaking, this was the first time that the father and daughter had met in two lifetimes.

I don't know if it was God's mercy, or if Jiang Zhixu knew about it in the afterlife, but snowflakes began to float in the cold sky, one after another, falling down...

Soon, Jiang Zhixu's body was brought back to the Dali Temple.

Later, according to Jiang Wantang's wishes, the Dali Temple made public this tragic case that had been kept secret for seventeen years, involving substitution, replacement of one thing with another, and murder to silence witnesses!

It was confirmed that the Prime Minister Jiang Zhixu was assassinated by the treacherous Wu Decai, who replaced his identity and then abused his power for personal gain and engaged in rampant corruption.

Over the past decade, Wu Decai flattered his superiors to consolidate his favor, framed loyal and honest people to eliminate dissidents, and engaged in corruption and perverted justice... His evil deeds are too numerous to list!

The Dali Temple listed all the crimes one by one.

The truth of an old murder has now been revealed to the world.