Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

At Shunqing Marquis' Mansion, it was already late at night when Wanyue handed Yan Xiuchen's letter to Jiang Ruhai.

In Fuyunxuan, only Jiang Ruhai and Jiang Qingbai were there.

After reading the letter, Jiang Ruhai walked towards Wanyue who was kneeling on the ground.

"Is she really okay?"

"From what I've seen, there's only one external injury on the shoulder, and the imperial physician has already examined it."

Jiang Qingbai took the letter and saw that Jiang Ruhai looked uneasy, so he stepped forward to comfort him, "Father, don't worry. The Regent's Palace has its own imperial physician, and he is the best."

"Awu has been through many battles, this is just a minor injury."

"Since it's just a minor injury, why don't you send him back? It's not decent for him to stay in the palace."

Jiang Qingbai smiled when he heard the voice, looked at the letter, and walked towards Jiang Ruhai, "Father, isn't it clearly stated in the letter?"

"Someone is spying on our Shunqing Marquis Mansion, and Ah Wu has..." Jiang Qingbai lowered his voice cautiously, "Ah Wu has killed Shen Zhuoran again, this is no small matter."

"If others find out that we are in Shunqing Marquis Mansion and we are looking for a doctor and treating our injuries, wouldn't that be self-incrimination?"

Jiang Ruhai listened to Jiang Qingbai's words and punched the table. "This bastard is getting bolder and bolder. She even dared to..."

Jiang Qingbai sighed, his eyes gathering a bit of coldness, "Father, Shen Zhuoran is a treacherous, lustful, arrogant and vicious person. The way he looked at Ah Wu in the past was not right."

"In this matter, I'm afraid it wasn't Ah Wu who provoked him, but he who provoked Ah Wu."

"It's better to kill such scum, especially now that the Regent is here to deal with the aftermath."

As he spoke, Jiang Qingbai walked closer to Wanyue and said, "The letter said that you should wait quietly at the back door early tomorrow morning, and someone from the Regent's Palace will come to pick you up."

Wan Yue bowed slightly and said, "Yes, I understand."

……

"Wow, wow..."

In the dark forest, on the dilapidated graves, the crows' rough and hoarse calls were mournful and eerie.

Jiang Qingwu looked in a trance at a group of people holding torches, looking for something.

Where is this? Why is she here? Didn’t she kill Shen Zhuoran and be rescued?

She vaguely remembered that she returned to the Regent's Palace and heard Yan Xiuchen's voice.

"Brother...where are you..." A familiar voice suddenly came.

Jiang Qingwu's head buzzed and he looked in the direction of the sound. It felt like he was struck by lightning.

She actually saw herself, wrapped in a pink cloak, holding a torch, staggering and shouting as if she was crying.

Big brother? !

This was Gaofenglin, a mass grave three years ago.

Why is she here?

When Jiang Qingwu saw him, he subconsciously wanted to go over, but the next moment he saw Yan Lin.

Yan Lin held onto her from three years ago and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, we'll find it. Someone said your brother's jade pendant was found here. It must be here."

"This is a mass grave. Could it be that my eldest brother has already..."

"Don't think too much, maybe you're just injured. I will always be with you."

Bastard! I'll kill you.

Jiang Qingwu listened to Yan Lin's words, clenched his fists, took a step forward, and slapped him.

With a "slap", the slap landed hard on Yan Xiuchen's face, completely stunning him.

In the west wing of the Prince Regent's Palace, Yan Xiuchen ignored the distinction between men and women and did not leave all night.

But I didn't expect that I would be slapped in the face for no reason just after dawn.

"I will kill you, bastard..." Jiang Qingwu waved his hands wildly, still struggling in his dream.

Seeing this, Yan Xiuchen grabbed Jiang Qingwu's wrist and said, "Gu Qingwu...Qingwu, Jiang Qingwu..."

"Ah..." Jiang Qingwu was awakened by the shouting. He suddenly sat up straight, and felt the pain on his shoulder again. He frowned and said, "hiss, hiss, hiss..."

"Does the wound hurt again?" Yan Xiuchen asked nervously as he looked at Jiang Qingwu's painful expression.

Jiang Qingwu suddenly came back to his senses and turned to look at Yan Xiuchen.

It turns out... it was just a dream.

"Dreaming?" Yan Xiuchen asked, taking the teacup from the table beside him and handing it to Jiang Qingwu, "Have a glass of water."

Jiang Qingwu stared at Yan Xiuchen in a daze, and then he realized that he was lying in the west wing of the Regent's Palace.

Yan Xiuchen was sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed, with several finger marks on his face.

"Heh... I... I won't hit you." Jiang Qingwu had a stiff expression on his face, and asked tentatively with a smile.

Yan Xiuchen also noticed something, put the teacup back, and moved closer to Jiang Qingwu.

"You just kept saying that if I killed you, you didn't mean to kill me."

Jiang Qingwu's pupils trembled as if he was shaking and he shook his head repeatedly. He covered his shoulders and carefully moved towards Yan Xiuchen and moved closer.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was in a mass grave..."

Jiang Qingwu stopped talking abruptly, and suddenly came to his senses.

"I dreamed that I was in a mass grave and saw a ghost."

Yan Xiuchen sighed secretly, and asked intently, "Does the king... look like a ghost?"

Jiang Qingwu shook his head like a rattle, looked at the red marks on Yan Xiuchen's face, and reached out his hand with some heartache.

Yan Xiuchen noticed Jiang Qingwu's movements and slowly moved his face closer.

"You...are so pretty, how can you look like a ghost?"

A faint smile appeared on the pale face that looked sick.

Her eyes were filled with tenderness as her slender fingers gently stroked the red marks on her face, as if to make sure this was not a dream.

Yan Xiuchen raised the corner of his lips, grabbed Jiang Qingwu's hand from his face and held it in his hand.

"Will you blame me for not saving you immediately every time?"

Jiang Qingwu suddenly came back to his senses and remembered something, "How did I get back?"

"That..." Yan Xiuchen sat up straight with a wandering look in his eyes, "The one called Jiang Jiu brought you back."

Jiang Qingwu nodded thoughtfully and moved closer to Yan Xiuchen, "Do you know him?"

"do not know."

"Can you find out who he is?"

Yan Xiuchen looked at Jiang Qingwu, opened his mouth, and said with a bit of a loss for words, "This king... will try his best to investigate."

"I suspect he is from the royal family. By the way, yesterday he..."

"Can we not talk about him anymore?" Yan Xiuchen felt a little uncomfortable and interrupted Jiang Qingwu again.

Jiang Qingwu seemed to understand something, and smiled as he moved closer, "You...are jealous. He is my savior, and I have nothing but gratitude towards him."

"You said it yourself that you should repay the favor of saving my life with your own body." Yan Xiuchen blurted out.

Jiang Qingwu's head buzzed as he brainstormed something.

When the marriage was granted, she did say so in front of the emperor.

Seeing that Yan Xiuchen looked unhappy, Jiang Qingwu reached out and touched Yan Xiuchen's head as if coaxing a child.

"Okay, Your Highness, don't be angry, and don't talk about him anymore."

Yan Xiuchen frowned slightly, looked up at Jiang Qingwu's hand, and gently pulled her away with some helplessness.

Then he handed the medicine bowl to Jiang Qingwu and said, "Drink the medicine."

Jiang Qingwu said "oh" and obediently took the bowl of medicine. He gulped it down without hesitation.

"Isn't it bitter?" Yan Xiuchen asked in surprise, looking at Jiang Qingwu's distorted face.

Jiang Qingwu nodded and shook his head again, "It's bitter, so bitter, I thought there was candied fruit..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiuchen reached out and pulled the person towards him.

"There is no candied fruit, but I am here..." As he said that, Yan Xiuchen's soft lips kissed her.