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

Chapter 588 Extra: Ji Wuwang (3)

After saying this, Ji Wuwang held Jiang Wantang's body and walked away into the falling snow...

At this moment, Xiao Jingheng, who was lying in the snow in a daze, suddenly woke up and knelt down and crawled over in a hurry.

He hugged Ji Wuwang's legs tightly, his eyes red: "Tang'er is my wife, put her down!"

"Go away!"

Ji Wuwang's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his leg and kicked Xiao Jingheng, sending him flying into the opposite wall. The latter fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Wife?" Ji Wuwang looked at him coldly, his tone sarcastic and cruel, "How can you be worthy of her?"

After saying that, he turned around and left, holding Jiang Wantang's body.

In the heavy snow, Ji Wuwang, dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, had his body dyed a bright crimson by blood.

He held her cold body in his arms, walking step by step through the thick snow, his back revealing an indescribable loneliness and sadness...

Jiang Wantang's soul followed him all the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Looking at the more than a hundred people in the mansion, headed by the Jiang couple, all of them were captured by his men in the yard, and were killed on the spot in front of her.

A huge fire directly burned down the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

Ji Wuwang held her body and stood in front of the flames, watching the scene quietly.

He said, "Atang, did you see it?"

"Brother Xiaoqi... avenged you."

His voice was low and broken, mixed with the sound of wind and snow, and it was indescribably sad...

The cold person in my arms had his eyes tightly closed and did not respond at all.

At this moment, Jiang Wantang, who was standing beside him, was trembling violently, his eyes were red, and tears fell in big drops...

She said, "I saw..."

"Atang, I saw..."

"Thank you...Brother Xiaoqi..."

Thank you for avenging me...

Thank you for giving me the only warmth in my last life...

Thank you also... for never forgetting Atang.

After that, Jiang Wantang's spirit followed Ji Wuwang until he brought her back to the mansion...

Watching him set up a mourning hall for himself, the tablet reads "My wife Atang"...

Watching him go crazy for her and kill everyone who had bullied her...

Watching him put on a bright red wedding dress, having someone dress her up, putting her in a gorgeous red wedding gown, and then carrying her into the world's most gorgeous crystal ice coffin that could preserve her body...

Watching him kneel beside the crystal coffin, raising his fingertips to gently stroke her frosted eyelashes, her pale face, his eyes filled with sorrow and longing...

He murmured to himself: "After not seeing each other for so many years, my little Atang has grown into such a beautiful young lady..."

"My brother once said that our Atang has the best eyes, no one can compare to them..."

"pity..."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red again, and his voice was hoarse and choked: "It's a pity that brother has never seen what these eyes will look like when they grow up..."

"Atang, open your eyes and look at your brother, okay?"

"Look at my grown-up brother... Is he still the look you like?"

Later, in the dead of night, the entire silent mourning hall was filled with his sorrowful wails...

Jiang Wantang also couldn't stop crying. She reached out to touch his trembling shoulders, but found that her fingertips pierced through his body again.

This is Brother Xiaoqi and Atang from the previous life. She is just a spirit, unable to touch him or comfort him...

......

Finally, Jiang Wantang watched him holding her hand and lying with her in the crystal coffin, and closed her eyes.

He is...

Jiang Wantang's heart suddenly tightened. She slapped the crystal ice coffin and shouted "No..." to wake him up, but the latter could not hear her.

She was so excited that she suddenly lost consciousness and fell into chaos.

In the void, she heard the imperial teacher's reminder. He said, "My Lady, remember, don't try to interfere with the trajectory of your previous life, otherwise both you and the King of Zhenbei will suffer backlash!"

Jiang Wantang woke up in shock, and then the scene before her eyes changed, and she suddenly appeared in front of Foguang Temple...

She saw Ji Wuwang bring her crystal ice crown to Foguang Temple.

Amidst the heavy snow, I saw a man in a snow-white robe, elegant and noble, kneeling down on the hundreds of bluestone steps in front of Foguang Temple, prostrating himself three times and kowtow nine times, each step leading to the temple gate...

Frost and snow covered his eyelashes, and his forehead was covered with blood.

But he was completely unaware of it and knelt down step by step with great piety.

It is said that the heaven is ruthless, but now only the heaven can save Atang.

In front of Foguang Temple, snow falls silently...

Master Jikong stood quietly in front of the temple gate, holding Buddhist beads, with an unshakable compassion between his brows.

He looked at the snow-white figure at the bottom of the steps - the corners of Ji Wuwang's robe had long been cut by ice and snow, and the blood oozing from his knees condensed into dazzling red plum blossoms on the bluestone steps.

"My Lord, why is this happening?

The Imperial Master sighed, his voice mingled with the wind and snow, sounding particularly desolate: "The man is gone, his obsession has become a calamity..."

Ji Wuwang raised his head, the blood on his forehead slid down his brow bone, staining half of his face, which was particularly eye-catching under the reflection of the snow.

His eyes were calm, and his voice, though soft, was earnest: "The Imperial Master once said...reincarnation requires obsession as a guide!"

"Please tell me how to change my fate!"

The Imperial Master looked at the young man in white, who was once full of vigor and vitality and radiant with brilliance, but now he was covered in snow and his eyes were filled with desolation...

He clasped his hands together and sighed, "Life and death are determined by heaven and cannot be forced by human power."

"What's more, going against the will of heaven and changing one's fate is against the laws of nature and will surely be punished by heaven. Your Highness, please think twice and don't be stubborn."

Ji Wuwang suddenly smiled, his eyes filled with determination: "As long as I can change her fate, no matter what the price, I am willing to do it!"

"Ask the Imperial Master for help!"

Seeing his persistence, the Imperial Master said sternly, "If Your Majesty insists on doing this, he will not have a good end. Do you really want to..."

Ji Wuwang's bloodstained face curved upwards, and he said without hesitation, "No resentment, no regrets!"

The snow gradually stopped, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, shining onto the temple and onto his blood-stained robe...

The young man in front of me has eyes full of paranoia and obsession.

It seems that he no longer cares about his own life or death...

The Imperial Master sighed and said slowly, "I understand."

"Your Majesty, please follow me..."

At this moment, Jiang Wantang was kneeling beside him, crying uncontrollably.

She said: "It turns out that my rebirth was not a blessing from God..."

"It turns out that this life was earned at the cost of everything you paid..."

However, she mistook him for someone else...

Jiang Wantang felt an unprecedented pain and regret. Her eyes turned red with tears: "Brother Xiaoqi...why are you so stupid?"

"How can there be someone as stupid as you in this world?"

"But, brother, what can Atang give to repay your deep love in two lifetimes?"