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

Wen Ranyan raised her head, her eyes were filled with fragments of light, like rippling water, and soon her playful laughter blended into the wind.

"No, you want to take me to a corner of the palace courtyard and destroy the body?" she said half jokingly.

Feng Qiwu reached out and tapped her forehead lightly: "Why do you think about fighting and killing all day long?"

Wen Ranyan grabbed his fingers, smiling warmly, her voice as lingering as before, "Aren't you the same?"

Feng Qiwu smiled without saying anything, as if she agreed.

After walking for an unknown amount of time or passing through countless corridors, Feng Qiwu finally stopped at the gate of a towering palace.

The palace lanterns illuminated the stone lions outside the palace. They stood on all fours, with majestic faces facing the sky in the twilight. Their eyes were bright and sharp, as if they were living creatures ready to leap up at any time. The majestic momentum was overwhelming in an instant.

Wen Ranyan's gaze followed the stone lion upwards, and through the thick twilight, she finally saw the words on the plaque clearly.

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The palace where the emperor holds court on weekdays is the place that dominates everything and has the most power.

Wen Ranyan raised her red lips, her eyes glowing with light as she basked in the moonlight. When she raised her eyes slightly, her expression was extremely charming and seductive: "You want to invite me to sit on the throne, right?"

The palace banquet had not yet ended, but Feng Qiwu ignored the rules and left first.

If the court officials knew that Feng Qiwu had rushed to invite her to sit on the magnificent throne, they would probably be so angry that they would puff their beards and glare, and would rush forward to argue with her regardless of anything.

Feng Qiwu stared at her, his eyes filled with the thick fog of the night, a hint of a smile looming in them, indistinct: "Don't you want to try out the feeling of sitting on it?"

"Then I'll give it a try." Wen Ranyan also smiled. She flicked her sleeves and walked in, unable to conceal her interest.

No candles had been lit in the Hall of Supreme Harmony yet. The room was dark and gloomy, as if ghosts were lurking there. The place was remote and silent.

Feng Qiwu followed behind her holding a palace lantern, which seemed to be the only source of light in the darkness.

A cluster of light, vaguely eerie.

Wen Ranyan walked up the stairs, holding up her skirt. Even in the dark, she could tell the direction and walked with ease. Her slender waist under her brocade clothes swayed gracefully with her steps. She looked so charming and graceful just by taking a few steps.

Feng Qiwu landed behind her, his eyes darker than the night and hotter than fire.

Under the dim light, the gorgeous throne made of pure gold seemed not to be swallowed by the darkness, and still emitted a faint dazzling golden light. There were dragon heads carved on the armrests on both sides, with their mouths slightly open, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, looking so lifelike that it seemed to be flying into the sky on the wind.

Wen Ranyan sat on it without thinking, in a relaxed and casual posture, with her hands gently stroking the faucet on the armrest.

After a moment, she stood up and looked down, taking in the entire huge Hall of Supreme Harmony. For a moment, she felt as if she was looking down on everyone.

This is the supreme imperial power.

The power of life and death is in your hands.

The emperor could decide whether a thought came or went in a snap of a finger, and no one dared to disobey him.

No wonder many people would rather see fathers and sons fighting, and brothers killing each other, than step over mountains of corpses and seas of blood to ascend the throne. Such supreme power does indeed arouse greed, and people with bad character will eventually get lost.

Wen Ranyan's eyes were clear and his posture became more and more lazy, as if he just treated it as an ordinary chair and just wanted to sit comfortably.

Feng Qiwu hooked his long legs, jumped onto the armrest of the dragon throne and sat down. He put his arm around Wen Ranyan's shoulder and spoke in a casual tone.

"How does it feel to sit?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and said with a smile, "I felt it was pretty good when I first sat on it, but after sitting for a long time, even with the golden cushions underneath, I still felt uncomfortable. It's not as good as my chaise longue."

"What else?" Feng Qiwu played with the phoenix hairpin in her hair. The hanging tassels made a clear sound and touched her face.

Wen Ranyan slapped his disruptive hand away, and when she looked up, she chuckled, "It feels like a fine cage, with shackles and imprisonment on all four walls. I sit on the dragon chair and overlook everything. Everything seems close yet far away, but I still feel constrained. This is not what I want in my heart."

"What do you want?" Feng Qiwu stared at her profile, his eyes were deep and his emotions were unclear.

Wen Ranyan smiled calmly and without hiding anything: "My heart is like an eagle, unfettered, I just want to soar in the sky and see everything."

The tour of the palace is only temporary. If one day you get bored of it, it’s time to pack up and leave.

Of course, she kept these words in her heart and didn't say them out loud.

Feng Qiwu stared at her for a long while, his eyes were as deep as thick fog that hid everything, hazy and unclear, as if he was lost in thought about something.

"What about you? What do you want in your heart?" Wen Ranyan asked with a smile.

If he is aiming at the throne and obsessed with imperial power, then they will eventually go their separate ways.

The four palace walls could not contain her.

Seeing that he remained silent, Wen Ranyan looked up at him. The smile in her eyes was the same as usual, but deep in her eyes there was a faint light flickering, hiding a bit of intimidating oppression, which was quite weird.

Feng Qiwu looked at her calmly, his eyes sincere and his voice tender, "What you ask for is what I ask for."

Wen Ranyan's smile did not diminish, and it was unclear whether she believed it or not.

After a while, she felt bored and wanted to get down from the Linlang throne, but Feng Qiwu reached out to stop her and pushed her against the chair.

His palms were hot, his arms were firm, and his force was so amazing that she could not move for a moment.

"What? You don't want me to come down?" Wen Ranyan pushed his long arm, and the scorching heat instantly spread over her fingertips. She subconsciously curled up.

Feng Qiwu leaned down, and his hot breath instantly penetrated everywhere: "It's still early, so there's no rush to go back."

"But it's dark here, there's nothing fun to do." Wen Ranyan made a casual comment or two after hearing this.

Suddenly, a smile bloomed on her lips, and her voice was extremely seductive and charming: "Could it be that you want to sit on this dragon throne..."

"I do have this thought." Feng Qiwu's eyes were covered with a layer of dark light, and his desires were surging: "You are so playful, don't you want to try it?"

He moved a little closer, his slightly hoarse voice concealing seduction.

Wen Ranyan narrowed her eyes.

Before she could answer, her chin was grasped and predatory kisses fell like a rainstorm.

Feng Qiwu stroked the skin on her face with his other hand. The touch was as silky and as fine as jade. He had wanted to do this as early as at the banquet.

But thinking of the many idle people at the banquet, he could only endure and restrain himself. Now that there was no one around, he was like a ferocious wolf that had broken free from its chains and could finally act without restraint.

The corners of Wen Ranyan's eyes gradually turned red, as if she was slightly drunk, which was very touching.

Feng Qiwu was restrained too tightly, her whole body was burning as if it was burning her. Her lower back was pressed against the back of the pure gold chair, which hurt her waist bone and made her beautiful eyebrows frown.

"Let go." Wen Ranyan shouted.

"Why? You obviously like it too..."

Feng Qiwu neither listened nor moved, the desire in his eyes was like that of a ferocious beast, wanting to devour the person completely.

His strength suddenly increased, becoming more wanton and unruly, without any rules.