After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The moon shines like water, and the evening breeze blows.

The bright white moonlight made Zhou Wantang's small face look as pale as paper, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

She was shaky and frantic as she explained, "Madam, you may have heard wrongly. I did not call for anyone like that."

"Besides, I am still an unmarried girl. If you say that, Madam, isn't it tarnishing my reputation?"

After saying that, she looked at Wen Ranyan with tears in her eyes, but stubbornly held back her tears. She looked as if she had suffered a great injustice, and she was an expert at confusing right and wrong.

Wen Ranyan didn't buy her tricks. After looking at her lazily for a few times, he smiled softly and gently, "I'm not old yet. I heard clearly what you called me. But your attempt to cover up makes you look even more guilty."

Zhou Wantang felt a pain in her heart because of her words. She was dazed, her pupils were watery, and her grievance was even more obvious.

She nodded softly, her voice getting heavier, "Madam, I didn't—"

She called very softly just now, how come this woman's ears are so sharp that she could hear it?

It would have been fine if he had just heard about it, but he actually kept holding on to this matter. She's just a little pet of the new emperor, and the ceremony of enthroning her hasn't even taken place, so why is he showing off?

What if the new emperor was just talking casually and ended up giving her a random position?

After all, a queen who rules over the six palaces must have a distinguished family background and be gentle and virtuous. How could she, a busybody who always picks on trivial matters, be worthy of that title?

Zhou Wantang felt suffocated in his heart, and glared at Wen Ranyan angrily where she couldn't see.

When he saw her glance at him, he looked away like a frightened bird, his brows drooping.

Helian Yue was afraid of getting into trouble, so he was a little panicked. He said hastily, "Today the moon is full and the light is pleasant. Miss Zhou Er may have seen this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in praise. After all, "月" and "越" have similar pronunciations."

The moonlight tonight is truly charming, with the gauze flowing under your feet like a pool of silver ice lake.

But no matter how good-looking he is, he can't stop lying with his eyes open.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan almost laughed out loud.

Feng Qiwu hadn't spoken since she spoke, his body stained with moonlight. He leaned against the railing with a lazy posture, admiring her with interest in his black eyes. Such a lazy behavior made people feel uneasy and undisciplined.

Wen Ranyan was also watching with great interest. When the anxiety on their faces became more serious, she slowly spoke, "I see. Maybe I heard it wrongly."

The words landed in a light and airy tone, giving the illusion of someone picking it up high and then putting it down gently, as well as a bad feeling of teasing someone at will.

He was clearly aggressive just now, but at this moment he suddenly softened, leaving the two of them stunned on the spot, feeling confused and extremely panicked.

Helian Yue was surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and said, "I'm glad that the misunderstanding can be resolved."

Zhou Wantang thought he had passed this level and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a few moments, then suddenly spoke meaningfully, "Then you two really have the same thoughts, you even appreciate the flowers and the moon together——"

His tone was not harsh, but rather contained a hint of laughter, but his eyes were sharp and unpredictable, as if he could see through everything.

Wherever his eyes passed, the two people's breathing stopped, and their hearts, which had just relaxed, were lifted up again. They were like a pheasant with its neck pinched. They tried their best to pull and flap, but could not break free. They could only let the force increase and fall into the abyss.

Helian Yue tried his best to cover it up, "Your Majesty is joking."

Feng Qiwu was nonchalant and smiled without saying a word.

Zhou Wantang felt stuffy in his chest, sweaty all over, and almost collapsed to the ground.

Ten thousand pressures roared like thunder. Just when the two were in great torment, Feng Qiwu, perhaps having admired their embarrassment enough, finally found his conscience and said, "I am tired of making such a fuss for so long. You can leave now."

Hearing this, the two men felt relieved, bowed and left gracefully.

As he retreated, Helian Yue felt depressed and his clenched palms were already wet. He didn't dare to look back for fear that Feng Qiwu would notice.

But even so, Feng Qiwu's meaningful words still lingered in his mind, making him think wildly.

Could it be that he saw something?

Or maybe the note and the drug were all written by Feng Qiwu, with the intention of testing and revealing his relationship with the Duke's Mansion?

After thinking about it, Helian Yue's body shook, his steps staggered and disordered, by the time he left the imperial garden, he was already frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably.

Feng Qiwu looked at his frail and staggering figure, her eyes filled with ridicule and mockery, "He is so timid, yet he is still learning from others to form cliques, seek power and rebel. Can these abilities support his ambition?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to hook Wen Ranyan's slender waist, hugged her closely, and moved closer and closer to deeply inhale the fragrance on her neck. His dark phoenix eyes suddenly became heavier and burning with desire.

“So, there is an idiom called overestimating one’s own capabilities.”

Wen Ranyan also pressed softly against him, her slightly raised toes brushing against his calves intentionally or unintentionally, her sparkling almond-shaped eyes staring straight at him, with obvious seductive meaning, and every time Feng Qiwu could not resist this move.

He took a deep breath, pressed her body and wanted to kiss her, but Wen Ranyan glanced away and pushed him away with her hand to block him.

Feng Qiwu bit her finger lightly with a hint of dissatisfaction. When he heard her cry, he leaned over and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, which was full of ambiguity.

"You provoke me, and you still want to avoid me?"