It wasn't difficult to find out that Jiang Tian was the murderer.

When he first started coughing up blood, Zhao Jing didn't suspect her.

He suspected everyone around him, but he never suspected Jiang Tian.

Because in his heart, they were one, and there was no distinction between husband and wife.

He was willing to shower her with all his affection, and she was willing to stay by his side.

The two should have lived in harmony and grown old together.

However, he discovered that the woman was not avoiding him, nor did she intend to hide her plans.

After the secret guards investigated the slightest clues, they quickly found Jiang Tian.

When the results of the investigation were told to Zhao Jing, he didn't say a word; the pain in his heart felt like it was tearing him apart.

He only fell in love with this woman once in his life, and for her, he devoted himself wholeheartedly and gave so much.

For an emperor, women were merely decorations; the empire was what he needed to strive for.

However, this woman unconsciously drew his attention, unconsciously made him fall in love with her, and he kept her in his heart.

He dared not let her suffer even a little, otherwise he himself would also be unable to sleep all night.

He poured his heart and soul into treating her, only to be poisoned in return; it's utterly ridiculous.

This poison is very difficult to eradicate, and there is still no antidote.

Jiang Tian poisoned him, never intending to help him recover.

How ridiculous that his bedmate wanted to take his life.

During that time, Zhao Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but wonder what this woman was up to.

Indeed, this poison will not shorten his lifespan, and he can live a long time, but what is the point of being a sickly emperor?

She doesn't want his life, but instead makes him weaker day by day. What is she planning?

Zhao Jing focused more of his attention on Jiang Tian.

He noticed that Jiang Tian was leaving the palace more and more frequently.

She seemed to enjoy the taste of power and used it to accomplish many practical things.

Women are different from men. The world imposes too many restrictions on women, and there is far less that she can do compared to him.

She never asked him for any power.

She probably knew in her heart that she wouldn't give it to him even if she asked.

How could he possibly share power with someone else?

It would be best if he were to take control of the country. He worked so hard to build it, why would he share it with others?

His health was deteriorating, and the feeling of being sickly was becoming stronger. Zhao Jing, who had been strong and skilled in battle since childhood, never imagined that one day he would live like a sickly person.

He suddenly remembered Jiang Tian's first husband, a sickly man who was better off dead than alive.

But he can't die.

He wanted to see if this woman would soften her heart.

She could have taken his life, but she didn't.

Perhaps it's because he still has value.

Zhao Jing thought for a long time. His life was in this woman's hands, so why shouldn't he grant her wish, even if she didn't say it?

So he took her to court.

When Jiang Tian was told of this decision, she did not pretend to be flattered, but nodded: "Would your ministers allow me to enter the court? After all, I am your empress. In their eyes, I am just a tool for you to have children."

Zhao Jing's lips were slightly pale.

He looked at his beloved woman with tender eyes.

After he became weak, the two of them had sex less often, but he still had two hands, so there was nothing wrong with them sharing a bed.

He shook his head: "Now that I've brought you in, you don't need to be afraid of the storms outside. I will shelter you."

He paused for a moment, then asked Jiang Tian, ​​"What...do you plan to do in the imperial court?"

He wanted to ask the woman what she wanted.

He governed the country very well, power became increasingly concentrated in his hands, and the people's lives improved considerably.

He couldn't figure out what this woman really wanted.

If she wanted to overthrow this empire, she could easily target him. There were so many rebel kings outside; she could simply find one to cooperate with, poison him, and achieve her goal.

After all, he was very wary of others, but with her, he was practically ready to give his whole heart.

Jiang Tian's expression was perfectly natural: "I don't have anything I want to do, I just want to have power. A person who is at the mercy of others will definitely want to control their own life and death. I live under your thumb, and I also want to expand my power."

Her outrageous words would have been a death sentence anywhere, but Zhao Jing seemed not to hear them.

He didn't stop her; she had already poisoned him, so what was the point of stopping her?

More than a year has passed since then, and Jiang Tian has gained the trust of many people.

Their relationship was in a precarious state; the slightest misstep could cause the fragile bond to break. Fortunately, they both worked together to maintain stability.

Zhao Jing had been waiting for her to reveal her true intentions, and after waiting for so long, she finally did.

His health was deteriorating, and when he woke up this time, he asked the question right away.

Jiang Tian put down her needlework, turned her head, and looked at him with a very calm gaze: "Actually, I was waiting for you to make your move. You clearly guessed that I was the one who poisoned you, yet you still allowed me to feed you medicine again and again. Are you just going to throw this country aside and not care? Are you going to become a tyrant too?"

Zhao Jing chuckled softly, which then triggered a fit of coughing.

After he finished coughing, an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face.

She's right, he should kill the woman, then he'll have no weaknesses left.

"Actually, I'm wondering if you're getting revenge on me. When I abandoned you, have you never forgotten?"

This time, Jiang Tian readily admitted: "Yes, I have never forgotten. Not only have I not forgotten, but I will always remember all the humiliations you inflicted on me."

“You and I are only married later in life, what affection do we have? But you would rather take the servants away than give me a way to live, so it is only natural that I resent and hate you.”

"As expected, you really are blaming me..." Zhao Jing's voice was a little hoarse.

He forced a smile: "Back then, I figured out the tyrant's nature, and I knew he wouldn't kill you..."

"Yes, you've figured out my nature too. You know that as a noblewoman, I'd rather die than suffer humiliation. So you must be surprised to see me alive."

Zhao Jing was indeed very surprised; he was even somewhat astonished.

He had long seen through this woman; she had learned too many rules since childhood, and she never knew how to protect herself.

That's why he told the eunuch to tell her to end it as soon as possible before the humiliation came.

Her identity was too special; it would be better to end it all. In any case, she wouldn't live on after suffering such humiliation.

How cold and rational he was back then, how could he have imagined that there was such a thing as karma in this world?

She returned it so soon.

Zhao Jing coughed for a while longer.

"Then you should have given me a poisonous herb, and I would have died the next day."