Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Jiang Qingwu's head buzzed and he was a little confused for a moment.

Yan Xiuchen captured her and her parents just to threaten her and make her remarry?

Seeing Jiang Qingwu stunned, the confidant beside him interrupted and said, "Miss Jiang, your parents also have two knives on their necks right now, you'd better..."

"I marry."

Of course she would get married. Having missed it in her previous life, she must not miss it in this life.

No matter what Yan Xiuchen was planning, she agreed.

Yan Xiuchen was obviously a little surprised, but the astonishment on his face quickly disappeared.

"Did you hear it clearly?" Yan Xiuchen confirmed with some disbelief.

Jiang Qingwu couldn't hide the tenderness in her eyes, and lowered her voice, "Your Highness wants me to marry, why... go to so much trouble."

As he spoke, Jiang Qingwu thought of the poisoning, and his eyes moved from Yan Xiuchen's face to the knife on his neck.

He gently pinched the blade with two fingers and slid it towards Yan Xiuchen's hand little by little, finally stopping at the pulse point on his wrist.

Soon, before Yan Xiuchen noticed anything, Jiang Qingwu moved his hand away, smiled slightly, and leaned forward with a soft voice.

"Your Highness...are you really willing to kill me?"

Seventeen-year-old Jiang Qingwu was born with a good-looking appearance.

Her skin is as white as snow and her eyes are full of stars. No man can remain calm and get away with it in this situation.

Yan Xiuchen is even worse.

Looking at Jiang Qingwu's glowing eyes, he felt a little flustered for a moment.

Although his face remained calm, his eyes couldn't help but look at the hand that was caressing him.

Her slender fingers were warm as fire as she took the knife from his hand little by little.

"Your Highness, it has been a long time since we last met at the Xiling battlefield. How about I give you a gift?"

Jiang Qingwu's eyes were filled with smiles, just when Yan Xiuchen was still immersed in his inner ups and downs.

But she suddenly swung her knife and stabbed a guard outside the prison door through the air.

"Ah..." The personal guard had his back to Jiang Qingwu and fell to the ground after being stabbed, dying instantly.

Seeing Jiang Qingwu take action, there was a panic, but Yan Xiuchen remained calm.

"Back off." Yan Xiuchen shouted softly, with some doubt in his eyes.

"He is Yan Lin's man, just like the man just now."

"One is lurking among your personal guards, and the other is lurking in the capital's criminal department, responsible for monitoring your every move."

"Why should I trust you?" Yan Xiuchen asked.

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then slowly approached Yan Xiuchen, "Yan Lin betrayed me, from now on, I will cut off all ties with him."

"Besides, since I have agreed to marry you, I am your Highness's person, so naturally... I have to side with you."

Jiang Qingwu leaned towards him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and slowly placed his fingers on his shoulder.

Yan Xiuchen looked at the hand on his shoulder and panicked. He immediately waved the golden bronze fan and opened her wrist.

"He is a prince, so what if he has three wives and four concubines? I don't believe you... unless..."

There was a sharp look in Yan Xiuchen's eyes, but before he could finish his words, Jiang Qingwu suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the face.

Although it was just a touch of the water, Yan Xiuchen was still stunned as if his pupils were shaking.

Even his trusted aides opened their eyes wide and turned their backs in fear.

"So... do you believe it?" Jiang Qingwu's eyes wandered over his face, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Just as she was about to pull away, Yan Xiuchen grabbed her wrist.

Then he pulled the person in front of him with a sudden jerk, and half of his body fell into his arms.

"What if I still don't believe it?"

Jiang Qingwu was stunned at first, then she saw a flash of mockery in his eyes.

Still don't believe it? Yan Xiuchen, you did it on purpose.

Jiang Qingwu complained in his heart, pursed his lips to force a smile, and slowly moved towards him.

Was she blind before? He is so handsome.

His eyebrows were as sharp as swords, his eyes were as majestic as phoenixes, and even the lips she kissed had a warmth that could captivate people's hearts.

This time, he saw with his own eyes the thin lips falling on his lips, which seemed to stir up ripples in his heart.

"Now... you believe it." Jiang Qingwu said softly with a slight smile.

"If you... still don't believe it, then I, your servant, will have no choice but to..."

Looking at Jiang Qingwu in front of him, Yan Xiuchen's gaze fell on her face uncontrollably.

His heart tightened slightly, so he let go of her and leaned back on the chair.

"Go to the palace tomorrow to cancel the engagement. If you regret it, I will... kill your parents."

He was teasing her with affectionate eyes just now, but in the blink of an eye, his face turned cold and he threatened her parents.

He changes his mind faster than turning the pages of a book, how strange!

In his previous life, he devoted himself to the country and border defense affairs and never cared about worldly affairs.

He was high and mighty, lonely and silent, and had never revealed any of his feelings to her.

Guarding silently, giving secretly, and accomplishing everything.

Now he is actually robbing people by any means necessary... Is this still Yan Xiuchen?

Jiang Qingwu was secretly dissatisfied and full of suspicion.

But then I thought, never mind, just get married first.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingwu bowed and saluted, "I will obey your Highness's order, but please agree to a small request of mine."

……

Looking at Jiang Qingwu's leaving back, Yan Xiuchen frowned and tightly grasped the golden bronze fan in his hand.

"Godfather, are you just going to let him go like this?"

"You said before that you wanted her to break off the engagement and remarry. Isn't this... too easy?" Jiuye, the left confidant, muttered in a low voice.

Jiu Han, his right confidant, glared at him coldly and said, "Who cares about her? Marry her first."

"No, what if Miss Jiang wants to kill the godfather for the Third Prince?"

"Then what do you and I do for food?"

"I don't believe it anyway. Miss Jiang has a deep affection for the Third Prince. They have known each other for many years and even tolerated his houseful of concubines. Now..."

"Shut up... and prepare your night clothes."

The two men shuddered, and the argument stopped abruptly, "Yes, godfather."

The night was dark and a cold wind was blowing past.

When Jiang Qingwu came out of the Beijing Criminal Department, it was already dark.

The Jiang family's carriage, as well as her confidants, Wan Yue and Luo Ming, had been waiting not far away.

Wan Yue: "Girl, are you okay?"

"It's okay. Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"

Jiang Qingwu echoed and asked Luo Ming who was standing beside him.

"Well, twenty good men are waiting. I have brought your knife as well."

Wan Yue saw Jiang Qingwu walking with great momentum and aggressiveness, so she quickly grabbed her.

"Miss, you said before that you were going to do a second thing tonight. What is it? It seems a little scary to me."

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had secretly taken Yan Xiuchen's pulse just now, and looked up at Wanyue.

"He really is poisoned. Yan Lin said that the antidote is in the study. I want to... go get it for him."

The hour of Xu was about to end, the night was silent, and a damp and cold mist was rising in the sky, exuding a chill.

Jiang Qingwu brought more than 20 good fighters from the Shunqing Marquis's Mansion, walked through the streets and alleys, and broke into the Third Prince's Mansion in a mighty manner.

Although the guards recognized her, they still rushed over to stop her after seeing her situation.

“Go…” Seeing this, Luo Ming raised his hand and waved. The guards behind him rushed forward quickly and the two sides started fighting instantly.

"Ah...someone come..."

"Help...run..."

Jiang Qingwu, holding a ruby-studded sword in his hand, strode into the backyard, drew his sword and roared.

"Yan Lin, you unfaithful man, get out of here..."