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

That night, the moonlight was like water, washing away all the dust.

Wen Ranyan leaned lazily in front of the dressing table, her beautiful little face full of spring and beauty reflected in the bronze mirror.

The wooden box on her left hand side was filled with exquisite hairpins and kingfisher jewellery. She picked them up and adorn them in her hair while gesturing with them one by one, her every move being relaxed and casual.

"Which one looks better?" Wen Ranyan stretched out her hand and pushed Feng Qiwu beside her. Women dress up to please themselves, and she is no exception.

Feng Qiwu was playing with a strand of her hair, his eyes slightly drooped, looking satisfied and relaxed. When he heard her voice, he slowly raised his eyes and spoke slowly.

"They all suit you."

It sounded like a perfunctory remark, so Wen Ranyan ignored him and continued to pick and choose.

Half of her hair fell to her waist, lightly covering her snow-white neck. As she moved, her hair gently lifted her snow-white skin, revealing a little bit of the red marks left by the entanglement just now, which was even more faintly visible and eye-catching.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark. He stood up unconsciously, stretched out his long arms and hugged her, locking her to the side of the dressing table.

Instantly, the hot breath passed through the clothes, sticky in the air.

He freed one hand and stroked her snow-white neck through her hair. His fingertips meandered and in the blink of an eye they rested on the red mark that had blossomed to the extreme.

Wen Ranyan felt that she was disturbed, and she couldn't help but frowned and scolded lightly: "If you don't want to give me some advice, then don't make trouble."

"I couldn't see clearly just now because I was far away. Now that I'm closer, I naturally want to help you with some advice." Feng Qiwu chuckled and leaned over, and his face was instantly reflected in the bronze mirror.

His face was as handsome as a gorgeous poppy. The blurry bronze mirror weakened the sharpness of his facial features, making them look like thick ink. However, the plundering and aggression in his black eyes remained undiminished, deep and burning, making people's legs go weak.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes, met his gaze in the bronze mirror, and said with a half-smile: "So, do you have any good suggestions?"

Feng Qiwu looked carefully at her delicate face and the bun she had done through the bronze mirror. After staring at her for a while, he picked up a tasseled phoenix hairpin and gently pinned it into her hair.

The phoenix hairpin wrapped with gold thread holds precious South China pearls, which are dazzling and show the nobility.

"I think this one is great, what do you think?"

Feng Qiwu looked at the bronze mirror a few more times with great satisfaction, with the amazement and burning desire in his eyes not concealed at all. As his fingertips meandered and wandered, he moved closer and pressed his finger against her ear.

His body was burning hot, and his breath, as hot as fire, lingered in my face, as if to burn me completely and make me feel numb and tingling.

Wen Ranyan also looked at the bronze mirror, completely ignoring the burning color in his eyes, and casually joked: "I think it's okay."

Feng Qiwu's eyes deepened, and he clasped his hands on her delicate neck again. In a moment, marks were left on her snow-white skin, and faint red fingerprints were revealed. Reflected in the overflowing colorful light, it was truly a tempting sight.

Wen Ranyan slightly tilted her eyes, her charming eyes full of light and brilliance.

The two of them were a natural match, and just by choosing hairpins, the bedroom was filled with a hot and sexy atmosphere.

The moonlight filtered through the carved wooden windows and filled the hall. The two figures were reflected on the window paper, swaying slightly.

This was the sad scene that Sijin saw when she came in carrying the specially prepared brocade dress as Feng Qiwu instructed.

She stood outside the hall, not knowing whether to go in or back out.

"Come in." Feng Qiwu glanced at him sideways, and his words were intimidating.

Sijin responded to the summons and went into the palace. She was very happy to see that it was really her lady who had returned.

But because Feng Qiwu was there, she didn't dare show her joy too much. She just lowered her head, respectful and timid.

"Change your clothes and come with me to the welcoming banquet." Feng Qiwu whispered in Wen Ranyan's ear. The brilliance reflected in his eyes only increased his wild ambitions.

Wen Ranyan smiled but said nothing.

She glanced over and saw a dazzling red brocade dress placed on a jade plate. It was embroidered with gold thread and had a soft and smooth texture. Everything used and embroidered was of the highest quality, and everything was done according to her preferences.

There was no reason for her not to change such a good thing, "Go and get dressed."

Sijin came forward, helped her change her clothes, and put on makeup for her.

The welcoming banquet was held in the Yuzhao Palace, and every furnishing in the palace was exquisite and luxurious.

Princes and nobles came with their families, and when they met familiar court officials, they gathered together and talked for a while.

In an instant, the sound of clinking glasses arose, and the sound of music and singing lingered in the hall. What came into view was a scene of decadence and debauchery.

"Your Majesty has arrived——"

Not long after, Feng Qiwu and Wen Ranyan came together, with such a mighty momentum that they looked like the moon surrounded by stars.

Wen Ranyan was wearing a bright red embroidered brocade robe, with light makeup and slightly drawn eyebrows. The tasseled phoenix hairpin with pearls on her bun fluttered in the wind, making her look as radiant as spring flowers and as beautiful as the autumn moon. She was truly noble and elegant.

As she walked gracefully, the golden butterflies embroidered on the hem of her skirt seemed to be flapping their wings and flying. She really had a slender and graceful waist and a naturally charming figure.

Feng Qiwu was wearing brocade clothes and a golden crown, and the two of them were like a perfect couple.

The court officials knelt and shouted long live the emperor.

Feng Qiwu glanced at him calmly and said slowly, "Stand up."

Everyone stood up, and when they looked up, they saw Feng Qiwu already sitting high on the throne. Wearing a brocade robe embroidered with dragon patterns, his majesty, which made people's legs weaken, was flowing freely.

The imperial power permeated the air.

Everyone's breath was held, and when they saw Wen Ranyan sitting blatantly next to the emperor, all the court officials were shocked, their faces instantly became complicated, and then turned solemn and pale.

The one who can be on equal footing with the emperor is naturally the queen of a country.

But Feng Qiwu had just ascended the throne and the position of queen was vacant. Although Wen Ranyan was the wife he married before he ascended the throne, she was just a concubine's daughter from Prime Minister Wen's family.

The family of Prime Minister Wen had died out long ago, and the family had become deserted and decadent, no longer as glorious as it once was. Without the support of her natal family, how could Wen Ranyan be qualified to sit in this position?

Even if Prime Minister Wen's family was still alive, this position would not be the vocation of a little concubine's daughter.

The queen of a country should be the daughter of a prominent family, who is humble and respectful.

Now, Feng Qiwu's behavior is really absurd.

A court official wanted to make a remonstrance, but when he met Feng Qiwu's cold and sinister gaze, he became panic-stricken and finally gave up.

The other court officials were hesitant to speak, and after struggling for a while, they also fell silent.

Feng Qiwu has a perverse and cruel temper, how dare they offend him?

The singing and dancing started again, and when the wine was drunk, the lascivious sounds lingered in the ears.

Wen Ranyan had already noticed the surprised expressions of the court officials, but under the pressure of Feng Qiwu's majesty, they could only be angry but not speak. It was really funny.

Was it so unexpected because she was sitting next to Feng Qiwu, in the seat that belonged exclusively to the queen?

Not only are the four palace walls not free, but they also have very strict rules.

But she was used to being arrogant and willful, and she felt comfortable sitting in this seat, so she didn't care what these court officials thought.

She ate and drank casually, as if she treated this place as a dance hall, being very casual and undisciplined.

"These court officials actually brought their noble ladies here. It's obvious that they have ulterior motives." Sijin complained quietly in her ear while pouring the wine.

Wen Ranyan glanced to the side and saw a noble lady sitting in the hall, surrounded by flowers and with perfume on her face.

"Indeed, quite a few people have come. It's really lively." As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance sideways at Feng Qiwu. The smile in her eyes remained, but there was also a hint of mischief in her smile.