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

Zhou Wantang didn't suspect anything. He picked up the wine at hand and took a sip. He read the note in his mind and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

When no one was paying attention, she quietly unfolded the note.

After seeing the words clearly, her heart began to beat like a pounding drum, and her face seemed to be slightly drunk.

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Zhou Weizhi asked with concern, "Sister, I see that you don't look very well, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Wantang hurriedly hid the note in his sleeve, breathing rapidly, and clearing his throat for a long time before saying, "I'm not feeling unwell, it's just that the wine spilled on my body makes me feel wet and sticky, so I want to find a place to change my wet clothes."

As she spoke, she was about to stand up, and Zhou Yuzhi also stood up, "The palace is not like home, there are many rules, and you can't walk around randomly, why don't I accompany you."

Hearing this, Zhou Wantang's voice became even more hurried, and her refusal was clear: "Sister, please stay. If I can't find the place, I will ask the palace people, so you don't have to worry about it."

She lifted her skirt and was about to leave, but then turned back and warned, "Sister, if you really have time, why not take this opportunity to think about how to complete what Dad has asked you to do? If you still can't do it, you will suffer when you return home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wantang walked away.

Zhou Weizhi looked in the direction she left and stayed where he was, with no intention of following her at all.

After a moment, she brushed her sleeves and sat upright, with a mysterious look in her eyes.

Wen Ranyan saw all of this and felt that something interesting was about to happen, so her mind inevitably became active.

She glanced at Feng Qiwu, who was still being toasted by the ministers, and knew that he could not get away at the moment, so she found an excuse to get some fresh air and left.

Sijin wanted to follow her out, but was casually dismissed by her.

She went there alone, quietly, which was quite discreet and convenient.

It was so far away that the sounds of string and bamboo in the Yuzhao Palace could no longer be distinguished. The bright white moonlight was wandering among the layered palaces, and the glazed eaves stood high, as if to hook through the pool of silver frosty moonlight.

The summer breeze blew quietly, the fragrance of flowers filled the imperial garden, the faint shadow of moonlight frost covered the ground, and intertwined with the dense shadows of swaying trees, weaving a famous landscape painting like ink painting.

Wen Ranyan followed all the way and saw Zhou Wantang's petite figure going straight into the depths of the Imperial Garden.

Zhou Wantang walked along the winding corridor in embroidered shoes, her skirt rustling in the breeze. She did not stop at all and went forward with a purpose.

Wen Ranyan followed quietly, his figure hidden in the darkness, without any sound or movement, as creepy as a ghost.

Zhou Wantang was unaware of it. Her steps became more and more brisk, with a shy smile on her face. She looked so lustful that perhaps the person she wanted to take the risk to meet was her lover.

After a cup of tea, Zhou Wantang stopped in front of the side hall. She tidied her slightly messy hair, picked a branch of flowers in front of the hall, then pushed open the red door and stepped into the side hall.

Wen Ranyan leaped onto the eaves like a swift swallow, then quietly lifted a piece of glazed tile and looked down.

There was only one gauze lantern burning in the hall, and the light was dim. Zhou Wantang's graceful figure was projected onto the white wall, swaying slightly as she walked. For a moment, there was an indescribable haziness and ambiguity.

As soon as he approached, a clear voice came from behind him, "Tang'er, why are you here?"

Zhou Wantang was prepared, but she was still startled and trembled like a baby bird. She looked back carefully and saw a tall and slender figure standing in the center of the inner hall.

Prince Helian Yue of Yongqing stood in front of a burning gauze lantern, wearing a dark green brocade robe with wide sleeves that trailed on the ground. He looked tall and outstanding in the dim light, and his handsome face was hidden in the glow, as if covered by a layer of mist.

A pair of eyes were looking at Zhou Wantang in surprise, perhaps they didn't expect her to come over at this time.

"Didn't you write a note and ask the palace maid to give it to me privately, inviting me to come here to meet you?"

Seeing that he asked questions knowing the answer but still pretending to be stupid, Zhou Wantang's joy faded a little and he was so angry that he wanted to throw the branch in his hand away.

Helian Yue frowned, a bit of weirdness flashed through his mind, "But I didn't write a note to invite you to come."

There are so many dirty things happening in the palace, and Zhou Wantang is afraid that he has been deceived and used by someone.

Zhou Wantang was stunned when she heard this. She hurriedly took out the note hidden in her sleeve and said in a muffled voice, "Isn't this note written to me by you, Brother Yue?"

Helian Yue came closer to take a look and immediately shook his head, "I have never written these."

When he came closer, he brought with him an undisguised masculine aura, majestic and tall. Zhou Wantang felt a warm current flowing through his body, like having a high fever in winter. His legs felt weak and he almost couldn't stand and collapsed to the ground.

She adjusted her collar, but the heat still lingered, and in the dim light her little face was unnaturally flushed.

"If that wasn't written by Brother Yue, then who could be playing a prank on him?" Zhou Wantang panicked again, but his attention was quickly diverted by the heat on his body.

Helian Yue had just returned to Beijing, and he couldn't think of who would dare to play a trick on him.

Moreover, he and Zhou Wantang only interacted in private and never in public. No one knew about this secret relationship except their respective confidants.

He was a little confused, and suddenly he noticed that Zhou Wantang looked a little unwell, so he couldn't help but ask patiently, "Tang'er, you don't look well, are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, Helian Yue stretched out his hand to touch her, but she grabbed it and he couldn't pull it out.

"what happened to you?"

Helian Yue could clearly feel the heat from her body, as if there was a fire burning him. Not only that, she also leaned forward, her hands lingering on his waist, without any of the reserve of a lady from a noble family, but more like a girl from a brothel.

“Brother Yue, I feel so uncomfortable.” Zhou Wantang murmured softly, pressing his body closer to his, as if only this could relieve the heat in his body.

No matter how dumb Helian Yue was, he knew that she had been drugged by someone, and it was a filthy love potion.

From the note to the drugging, the calculation was clear.

Helian Yue's eyes were dark, and he pulled Zhou Wantang's body and tried to pull her away, "Who drugged you?"

"What?" Zhou Wantang's head was dizzy from the burning sensation and he was extremely unclear.

She couldn't even hear Helian Yue's question clearly, she just kept rubbing her body upwards with her waist softened, throwing all family rules out the window, she just felt hot and needed to feel comfortable.

“Brother Yue, can you please save me?” She opened and closed her lips, a few tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, and she moaned.

No matter how cautious Helian Yue was, his doubts were hard to dispel, but he couldn't stop his heart from being distracted by the beauty in his arms. He put his big hands on her waist, and his eyes were suddenly filled with some terrifying desires.

"How do you want me to save you?"

He stared at her opening and closing small lips, his whole body tensed by the rubbing, like a beast awakening to the taste of meat, biting off her fragrance and her soft flesh bit by bit.

No matter how noble a daughter of a famous family is, after taking that kind of medicine, she will still be as promiscuous as the girls in the brothel. Besides, she came to him on her own initiative, so how could he not take advantage of such a free opportunity?

Anyway, there is no one around now, so if there is any movement later, it won’t be too late to leave.

Helian Yue looked down at her, with contempt and disdain evident in his eyes.

But Zhou Wantang didn't see it clearly. She only knew that he was good to her, and they promised to spend their lives together. She would be his queen in the future.

Her eyes were red, and she cried so pitifully, "I don't know, I don't know——"