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

Chapter 467 Farewell

After the Imperial Master left, Jiang Wantang sat alone in the silent hall for a long time.

Marquis Lengmei watched Jiang Wantang's silent figure outside the palace and did not dare to go forward to disturb her.

The bright sky gradually darkened as time went by...

Jiang Wantang finally stood up and slowly walked outside the palace. Looking at Leng Mei beside him, he asked, "Do you know where His Majesty is?"

Leng Mei whispered, "Your Majesty, His Majesty is reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study."

Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Your Majesty, have you been very busy lately?"

Leng Mei nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, the New Year is just a few days away. The palace and the outside world are bustling with activity. Your Majesty should be even busier."

"New Year's Eve?" Jiang Wantang murmured in a low voice.

She still remembered Ji Wuyuan's birthday in her previous life, which was a snowy day after the New Year.

Because, that day was also the day she fell to her death in her previous life.

Jiang Wantang frowned as his thoughts returned, then asked again, "When is your Majesty's birthday this year, and where will it be held?"

Leng Mei said seriously, "Your Majesty, there are still seven days until His Majesty's birthday, but His Majesty has ordered that this year's birthday will not be a grand celebration and everything should be kept simple."

"Why don't I know?" Jiang Wantang asked in surprise.

Leng Mei was surprised to find that she had said too much, so she lowered her voice and said, "Your Majesty specifically instructed me to do so."

"His Majesty said that the Empress has been overworked lately and is in a bad mood. He instructed that no matter how big or small the palace matters are to be disturbed in front of the Empress."

"Therefore, His Majesty has now entrusted all matters in the harem to Eunuch Wang Fuhai."

This time, Jiang Wantang was silent for a long time and did not speak again.

It turns out that many things are not non-existent, but she just ignored them...

Jiang Wantang stood quietly under the eaves, gazing at the darkening sky outside. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Tell Chief Steward Wang that all matters concerning the harem, big or small, from now on, will be handled directly by Fengqi Palace."

Leng Mei obeyed the order.

The next few days seemed to confirm Leng Mei's statement that Ji Wuyuan was indeed very busy.

In the past, people who would find time to visit Fengqi Palace no matter how busy they were, are now nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Wantang happened to be very busy these days.

Jiang Huaizhou's body had been kept in the Dali Temple for many days. Jiang Wantang had originally wanted to bury him with his biological mother. Now the truth is revealed, the body of Empress Dowager Wende is not in the capital.

Jiang Wantang asked Xie Zhiyan to bring his body to Foguang Temple, where the National Master set up a magic array and chanted sutras for him for three days.

She prepared a crystal coffin for Jiang Huaizhou to prevent his body from rotting for a long time.

After three days of prayers, Uncle Snake and Grandma Leng and their group escorted Jiang Huaizhou's coffin to Huihuai Township and buried him with his biological mother.

In addition, Jiang Wantang also asked the Imperial Master to set up longevity tablets for her parents, Jiang Huaizhou and Empress Dowager Wende in Foguang Temple and enshrine them in front of the Buddha, but was told that Leng Shaohua's longevity tablet had been set up for her more than ten years ago.

Jiang Wantang originally thought that they were his parents, but in the end he found out that it was the previous King of the North, Murong Jin.

Not only that, there were two tablets, with Leng Shaohua and Murong Jin written on them.

On the day when Jiang Huaizhou's coffin left Dali Temple for Foguang Temple, Jiang Wantang, wearing a plain phoenix-tail long skirt, a snow-white fox fur coat, and a white flower in her hair, appeared at Dali Temple to bid Jiang Huaizhou a final farewell.

In the Dali Temple, Xie Zhiyan had already had someone prepare Jiang Huaizhou's remains and clothes in advance. They were the white jade crown and sky-blue wide-sleeved robe that Jiang Huaizhou loved most in his lifetime.

Afterwards, a small team led by Xie Zhiyan escorted Jiang Huaizhou's coffin to Foguang Temple.

Before leaving, Xie Zhiyan and Jiang Wantang stood in front of the Dali Temple, several steps apart.

Xie Zhiyan was dressed in a noble dark purple brocade robe, looking imposing.

Jiang Wantang was dressed in a plain white dress, looking as cool and pure as an immortal, detached from the world.

The cold wind whistled past, and two people stood in front of the Dali Temple, one standing on the highest stone step, and the other standing in front of the lowest stone step, their clothes fluttering in the wind, creating an indescribable sense of artistic conception.

Jiang Wantang was the first to bow and express his gratitude: "I'll leave my brother's affairs to you, sir."

Xie Zhiyan looked at her deeply and asked, "Are you really not going?"

Jiang Wantang smiled and shook his head, "I'm not going."

"Even after sending you a thousand miles, we must finally say goodbye."

"Just send him here..."

Xie Zhiyan saw the bitterness hidden in her smile and didn't want her to have any regrets, so he continued, "If you want to go, His Majesty will not stop you..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wantang spoke.

She said: "I know he won't stop me."

"But since he's willing to make concessions for my sake, I shouldn't push his buttons and ignore his feelings."

If she went to Foguang Temple, it would be impossible for her not to visit Ji Wuwang.

Since this is the case, it is better not to go and not see.

She knew that he was doing well now, and that was enough.

Xie Zhiyan lowered his brows and said nothing more.

Afterwards, he mounted his horse, carrying Jiang Huaizhou's coffin, and the group set off.

Jiang Wantang watched Jiang Huaizhou's coffin leave, a glimmer of light flickering in his eyes, and he murmured softly, "Brother, have a safe journey..."

"Sister can only take you here..."

"If there is an afterlife, we will still be brother and sister, our family... will all be there."

Jiang Wantang didn't withdraw her gaze until the group of people gradually disappeared at the corner of the long street. She walked towards the low-key and luxurious carriage on the side and was helped into the carriage by Leng Mei.

The carriage rolled over the bluestone road and drove straight to the water dungeon.

Inside the dungeon, in addition to the foul smell of sewage, there was still a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Wantang followed the passage of the dungeon all the way to the door of the innermost dungeon.

Leng Xue, who was guarding inside, saw her coming and opened the gate of the water prison in advance.

In the corner of the dungeon, there were two smelly toilets, one containing Wu Decai and the other Qin Shi.

The wounds on both of them were bandaged. Wu Decai was wrapped in white cloth, with only his eyes and the top of his head exposed, while Qin's entire head was exposed.

Jiang Wantang stood at the door, Leng Mei followed behind her.

Even though Leng Mei was a secret guard who had seen countless big scenes, he couldn't help but feel scared and nauseous when he saw these two people.

Leng Xue stood in the cell, expressionless, as if she was used to it.

This was also the reason why Jiang Wantang chose her to guard this water prison.

Leng Mei is meticulous and thoughtful, sensitive, and capable of both literature and martial arts;

Leng Xue is careless and unconcerned about details, and is also good at martial arts.

Inside, the stench and smell of blood filled the air. Jiang Wantang didn't even frown as she walked in...