The late emperor passed away, and Jiang Zhixue met her brother-in-law again, King Xin Murong Yu.
The person she desperately wanted to hide from but couldn't escape.
After meeting again after a long separation, she inevitably recalled the absurd and secret past between them, thinking that he would expose her, take revenge on her, or even kill her.
But he was sitting slantedly on the dragon chair, just smiling, not saying a word about her past seduction, use, or even her final abandonment.
It seems that he is as good-tempered as everyone thought.
After all, since he came to the throne, how much respect and consideration he has for his weak and helpless widowed sister-in-law has been noticed by everyone in the court.
Even Jiang Zhixue once thought that they could really get along well.
Until one sultry rainy night, the emperor's guard of honor stopped outside her bedroom.
The young emperor's python robe was half wet, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bundle in her arms with a gloomy expression.
He sneered and approached, grasped her trembling thin wrist with his long knuckles, and dragged her step by step into the inner room regardless of her struggle and resistance.
"Have I not treated the emperor's wife well enough? Where will the emperor's wife run away to?"
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Jiang Zhixue admitted that when she first provoked Murong Yu, she was indeed greedy and wanted to borrow a child from him to keep him by her side for the rest of her long life.
And when she first chose him, she also liked his gentle and harmless appearance. Whether to use or discard him was all in her mind.
But I never thought that he was such a despicable and crazy person.
He never thought that one day, the throne and her would fall into his hands, and they would be ravaged, played with, and unable to escape.
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Another year, it was the anniversary of the death of the late emperor.
Queen Jiang, who was supposed to attend the ceremony, was absent due to illness.
No one knew that in the cold hall, she was lying in front of the dragon couch where she had served the late emperor. Her face was crimson, and her chin was lifted up by a hand with sharp bones. Through her hazy tearful eyes, she saw the face she feared the most.
The man was sitting on the couch, his young face was dignified and indifferent, his palms were covering her slightly bulging belly, his eyebrows were calm, but the smile in his eyes did not reach his eyes.
"Whose child is the child in the wife's belly? How did he get it? Do you want me to help the wife remember it again?"
*He, double C, the male protagonist is noble physically and mentally
*Forcible robbery, there is a dark room plot, please enter with caution
*The men are strong and the women are weak, the protagonists are not perfect characters, and they are not heroines.
*Copywriting screenshot archived on 2026.6.19
Purpose: Carpe diem
