Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and knelt down.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Regent. May His Royal Highness live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years..."

Yan Xiuchen? !

Jiang Qingwu was startled and froze in place as he looked into the distance.

Yan Xiuchen was sitting on an exquisitely carved wheelchair, wearing a black brocade robe with a dragon pattern and a black fur coat.

Holding the golden bronze fan that symbolized his status in his hand, he exuded a terrifying aura.

With just a slight raise of his hand, the Regent's personal guards quickly rushed into the yard.

They acted as if they were confiscating the house and drove everyone out.

In a moment, only the Jiang couple and the imperial concubine were left in the yard.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure and recalled the moment when she was on the verge of death in her previous life.

Watching him rush in, watching him pounce on me, but just a little bit, just a little bit short.

After all, she never touched him until she died...

"Awu... why don't you pay your respects to the Regent..." Jiang Ruhai knelt beside him and reminded him in a low voice.

Jiang Qingwu suddenly came to his senses and bowed hurriedly.

"Your servant... Jiang Qingwu, pays respect to His Royal Highness the Regent."

When Concubine Shen saw Yan Xiuchen coming in such a grand manner, her face instantly turned ugly.

"Your Highness, why are you here? Your Highness was seriously injured in the battle of Xiling. You need to rest well."

Yan Xiuchen fiddled with the golden bronze fan in his hand and said with contempt, "I heard some erotic and scandalous things on the street... I came to join in the fun!"

"Your Highness... you are a good parent."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Concubine Shen could say anything, the maid beside Concubine Shen interrupted her.

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words. Your Majesty is..."

As soon as the maid finished speaking, Yan Xiuchen's face darkened. He raised his hand, and his confidant drew his sword and slashed the other person's neck.

Jiang Qingwu stared at the person lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

She almost forgot.

In the 165th year of Great Yan, the Regent Yan Xiuchen was powerful and influential. He controlled the court, the harem, the military, and national affairs.

However, in his previous life, he had never abused his power, and except on the battlefield, he had never been so cruel.

And his legs, at this time, have not recovered yet.

Concubine Shen looked at her being dragged away and her eyes widened instantly, "Prince Regent, what are you doing? She is my dowry!"

"Treason shall be punishable by death!" Yan Xiuchen shouted coldly and walked past Concubine Shen towards Jiang Qingwu.

The golden bronze fan slid back and gently lifted Jiang Qingwu's chin.

"Do you know what crime one should be punished for for bringing disgrace to the royal family and offending the imperial concubine?"

With the lesson of the maidservant in mind, Jiang Ruhai and his wife were frightened and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy, "Your Majesty, please have mercy, Your Majesty, please have mercy..."

Seeing this, Concubine Shen couldn't help but become alert and walked towards Jiang Qingwu, "Qingwu, the Regent has the power to supervise the country."

"From the prime minister to the common people, everyone can be punished. Your so-called General Qingcheng is useless."

"It's better to admit your mistakes, give in, and cover up the matter."

"I can also ask the Regent and His Majesty to spare your crime."

Although he didn't know why Yan Xiuchen said that, Jiang Qingwu knew in his heart that Yan Xiuchen would not really punish him.

He raised his eyes to look at the imperial concubine and couldn't help but sneer.

"It's like looking at the stars under the sun, daydreaming!"

"What did you say?" Concubine Shen's face turned dark instantly.

Yan Xiuchen, on the other hand, had a somewhat unruly smile on his face, his eyes wandering around Jiang Qingwu's face.

"Girl, when did you become so fierce?"

As he spoke, Yan Xiuchen's face suddenly darkened. "The one from the Shen family was paraded through the streets, Yan Lin was confined to the imperial mausoleum, and Jiang Qingwu..."

"Take him away for spreading rumors and causing trouble!"

Bring? Take away?!

Jiang Qingwu looked at Yan Xiuchen in astonishment. Before she could come to her senses, the palace guards suddenly pulled her up from the ground.

How come things are different from what she remembered?

In his previous life, although Yan Xiuchen was extremely powerful, he never took the initiative to provoke anyone.

Especially since he had just returned from the Xiling battlefield injured, he seldom went out.

Now, why did he suddenly come here and capture her for no reason?

Also, Shen Wanrong still needs to be paraded through the streets?

"Parade? No, no, Your Highness, don't do that... I know I was wrong..."

Shen Wanrong, who had always thought she had the imperial concubine's support and had been showing off her miserable condition, now panicked and knelt down and begged for mercy.

When Jiang Qingwu and his parents were being dragged away, the voices of several people were still echoing in his ears, noisy and noisy, but there was no response from Yan Xiuchen.

Confused, Jiang Qingwu was taken to the Beijing Criminal Court established by the Regent.

The dim dungeon was relatively clean, and there was even tea and her favorite sesame biscuits on the table.

"They say that the capital's criminal justice department is like the Avici Hell... I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

Jiang Qingwu calmed down and waited until sunset when he suddenly heard very light footsteps.

The man came in stealthy manner, wearing the uniform of the Regent's personal guards. Jiang Qingwu recognized him at a glance.

The other party secretly unlocked the prison door and bowed to Jiang Qingwu, "I am here on the orders of the Third Prince to pay my respects to Miss Jiang."

"The Third Prince said that as long as the girl accepts the girl from the Shen family, he will rescue you immediately and only let her be a concubine."

Jiang Qingwu frowned, stared at the other person, and then sneered, "He is really affectionate and righteous."

As he said that, Jiang Qingwu hooked his finger at the other party.

Seeing this, the other party immediately came over.

"I was just worrying about what gift to give Yan Xiuchen after not seeing him for so long, and you brought it to my door."

The other party was listening to Jiang Qingwu's words, and before he could come to his senses, Jiang Qingwu's eyes changed, and he quickly pulled out the hairpin on his head and stabbed it into the other party's neck.

Blood splattered everywhere, the man covered his neck, and fell to the ground dead in a moment.

All of this was heard and seen by Yan Xiuchen and his companions who were hiding in the dark.

When Jiang Qingwu was pulling off his cloak to wipe his hands, he suddenly heard the sound of a chair turning.

When she looked over, Yan Xiuchen and his trusted aides had already arrived in front of her.

Seeing Yan Xiuchen's calm expression and sharp eyes, he seemed to be questioning something.

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment and looked down at the man.

Then he slowly stretched out his legs and kicked the other person hard, saying a little aggrievedly, "He...he bullied me."

"Tsk..." Yan Xiuchen sneered secretly and raised his hand slightly.

"Did you hear that? Take him to the mass grave and feed him to the wild dogs."

Although he knew that Jiang Qingwu was talking nonsense, he still did not let go of the corpse.

Jiang Qingwu secretly raised the corner of his mouth, stood up and saluted respectfully towards Yan Xiuchen.

"Your servant Jiang Qingwu pays respect to His Highness. Thank you for punishing Yan Lin and Shen Wanrong today."

Yan Xiuchen frowned slightly, sneered, and leaned forward.

"Punish him...are you willing?"

Sure enough, in Yan Xiuchen's eyes, Jiang Qingwu was devoted to Yan Lin and could not let go of her love.

Before, when he was her enemy, she had never looked at him carefully, but now she had mixed feelings.

The first time they met was when she was fourteen years old and disguised herself as a boy and secretly followed her father to the war.

During one of the retreats, she was ambushed and captured.

It was he who risked his life alone to save her from the enemy general.

After a rough night, she was seriously injured and unconscious, and she always thought that the one who saved her was the Third Prince Yan Lin.

And now, should she tell him what happened in the past? Should she tell him that he was with Yan Lin before because he mistook her for his savior?

But will he believe it?

Jiang Qingwu was still in a trance when Yan Xiuchen suddenly drew out his sword and, with a click, pressed it against her neck.

The blade was icy cold, just like Yan Xiuchen, whose face was as frosty as ice.

"I'll give you a choice. Either I kill you, or... marry you to this king."