Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Of course, Jiang Que ultimately didn't have the courage to rush into the room and challenge Luo Wanqing.

However, as soon as Luo Wanqing walked out of the room, the young girl immediately turned her intense hostility into a fierce glare, staring straight at her.

But Luo Wanqing just chuckled softly, raised her hand, and gave Jiang Que's little head a gentle pat, teasing:

"Little girl, you don't even know how to choose a good side. Following me, there won't be a lack of fine food and silk. What's more, I have countless secret arts, including ones to make your flat chest grow bigger."

Make a flat chest grow bigger?

Jiang Que, who was initially full of hostility towards Luo Wanqing, had her beautiful almond eyes light up instantly with a radiant glow upon hearing this.

This was indeed her weakness.

She was still young and couldn't enhance these aspects, but if she could enhance her physical allure, that would be entirely different.

After all, she couldn't compare to Qu Hongling.

Qu Hongling was Jiang Shouzhong's first love, and she didn't have such an innate "buff" to help her compete for favor with Jiang Shouzhong.

Thinking of this, a smile immediately appeared on Jiang Que's delicate face, her eyes crescent-shaped with sweetness as she cooed, "Empress, don't worry, I'll surely speak well of you to Jiang Mo every day from now on."

Watching Jiang Que switch sides, Ran Qingchen and Qu Hongling were speechless.

"Oh, Mr. Qu and Niece Ran, are you here specifically to sit outside the door and act as protectors for me and Jiang Shouzhong? You really worked hard."

Luo Wanqing's eyes shimmered as she looked at the two women drinking tea at the stone table.

Then she sat across from them, casually crossing her right leg over her left, exuding a lazy yet noble posture, full of provocation: "Too bad I don't have any treasures to reward you with right now."

Following behind, Jiang Shouzhong cleared his throat softly, avoiding looking at Ran Qingchen's expression, and said in a low voice, "Um... the medicinal soup was cooked by Hong'er herself."

The underlying meaning in Jiang Shouzhong's words was that since the other side had just brewed the medicine for you, don't ruin the relationship.

Luo Wanqing shifted her beautiful eyes towards Qu Hongling, her tone gentle yet filled with an unfathomable meaning: "Thank you, Mr. Qu. If I can't be the main wife in the future, I will fully support you in taking the position."

Qu Hongling wasn't particularly hostile to this Empress of Dazhou, and upon hearing these words, she smiled slightly:

"As for being the main wife, just forget it. Jiang treats every woman equally, and I don't care about those things."

Luo Wanqing picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and said leisurely, "The scale in your heart and the appearance of fairness are two different things. If you don't fight for some things, you'll never get them."

"But if you fight too hard, you might lose them too."

Ran Qingchen looked at Luo Wanqing with calm eyes.

Luo Wanqing didn't respond to Ran Qingchen's words. She twirled a strand of hair around her fingers, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes glancing meaningfully at Jiang Shouzhong beside her.

Jiang Shouzhong didn't understand why the woman looked at him like that. Remembering what Luo Wanqing had said to him earlier when they talked about Ran Qingchen, he couldn't help but feel a pang for Ran Qingchen.

Now Ran Qingchen was in a state of uncertainty, treading carefully with her emotions.

Even though the two of them would laugh and talk as before, Jiang Shouzhong could still keenly sense that indescribable restraint on her.

The woman was too afraid.

Afraid that her own actions would cause her to lose everything.

Living like this was really exhausting for her.

But Jiang Shouzhong didn't know how to comfort the woman's emotions and could only hope that time would heal.

"Where is she?"

Ran Qingchen's voice broke the brief silence.

Luo Wanqing naturally understood that she was asking about Jiang Wan and replied calmly:

"I don't know, maybe she's already dead. That Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect originally intended to use you to help him withstand the Heavenly Tribulation. But now that you've successfully passed the Asura Tribulation, it's obviously impossible for him to use you again.

At this point, he can only place his hopes on Zhang Yunwu and Jiang Wan. After all, Jiang Wan survived till now thanks to that Shariputra, and she cannot escape this cause and effect no matter what."

Ran Qingchen pressed her lips together and remained silent.

Her feelings towards Jiang Wan were undoubtedly complex.

From the purest mother-daughter bond at the beginning, to the anger and hatred upon discovering the truth of being used, to later relief, and the subsequent threads of guilt...

All these emotions intertwined, leaving her unsure of how to face Jiang Wan again.

Luo Wanqing picked up her teacup, intending to take a sip, when something occurred to her, and with a crafty glint in her eyes, she handed the teacup to Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong pretended not to see, deliberately looking elsewhere, feeling a bit helpless inside.

The harem really wasn't easy to manage.

The man sighed again.

Seeing the man ignore her, Luo Wanqing snorted coldly and suddenly got up.

The woman gracefully flicked her sleeves, bending her knees slightly, giving a perfect curtsy to Jiang Shouzhong, then presented the tea with both hands, her voice coquettish yet dignified: "Your Majesty, your consort offers you tea."

The pale tea reflected the emerald light on the woman's fingertips, yet it paled in comparison to the captivating allure in her eyes.

In this moment, Luo Wanqing's every move was as elegant as a blooming peony, her grace unparalleled.

The emotions in her eyes carried the majesty of an Empress, making her appearance undoubtedly captivating.

Such a charm, Zhou Chang probably could never appreciate in his entire lifetime.

Even Jiang Que, bold in her affections, couldn't help but stare, completely captivated by the noble and majestic air of the woman before her, mumbling involuntarily: