Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Jiang Qingwu's brows tightened, he slightly turned his body and grabbed Shen Wanrong's wrist.

Then Wanyue kicked the man out.

"You actually have a knife in your hand?" Jiang Qingwu looked at the dagger in his hand and walked into the house.

Seeing this, Wanyue walked out silently and closed the door of the meditation room.

An abandoned Zen room with nothing in it except a bed, a table, chairs and a wooden cabinet.

There was hay piled on the bed and dust everywhere.

I don’t know if it’s because of this place, but the peach pink dress on Shen Wanrong looked even dirtier.

"I really didn't expect you to be so cruel to me..."

Shen Wanrong slowly stood up and staggered to the side of the stone bed.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that you would be so cruel to me!" Jiang Qingwu glanced at Shen Wanrong coldly and sat on the chair beside the table.

Shen Wanrong was naturally indignant, and she sneered and growled, "I just stole your man, and you want to kill me!"

"Besides, that man doesn't love you at all."

Yes, she already knows that she doesn’t love him.

Jiang Qingwu sneered and looked up at Shen Wanrong.

In the dim room, the weak candlelight made her originally pretty face look disheveled and hideous.

Jiang Qingwu looked at Shen Wanrong, took out a jade hairpin from his sleeve pocket and placed it on the table.

"When I was twelve, you gave me a birthday gift. At that time, you said that you didn't have any sisters, and neither did I."

"You must be my good sister for the rest of your life."

"We should share happiness and hardships together, and even if you get married in the future, don't be estranged."

"At that time, what you said was true?"

Shen Wanrong stared at the jade hairpin on the table in silence for a long time.

Jiang Qingwu looked at it and had a vague answer in his heart. Perhaps when he said these things at that time, they were true.

"Since when did your Shen family start to regard our Jiang family as an enemy?"

"On the surface, they are close friends, but secretly they are calculating every step."

"For military power, for influence in the court? Or for Yan Lin?"

"If my guess is correct, it should be after Yan Lin pointed her to the imperial concubine to raise her."

"It should be four years ago, when you were thirteen, that your Shen family and Yan Lin started planning it."

"The imperial concubine wants to find someone to rely on, and Yan Lin wants to find a backer."

"Your father wants to be the father-in-law of the emperor, and your Shen family wants to dominate the government."

"So, just use our Jiang family as a stepping stone and me as your chess piece."

Shen Wanrong stared at Jiang Qingwu in a daze, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

"How...how did you know?"

Shen Wanrong asked, and then vaguely realized something, "Yes, how did you know?"

"The Jiang family and the Shen family have been friends for so many years, and we have never shown any signs of betrayal."

"How do you know this?"

"Also, how did you know that Yan Lin and I had an affair? Did... did Yan Xiuchen tell you?"

Jiang Qingwu played with the dagger in his hand, then sneered.

He raised his eyes to look at Shen Wanrong, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes, "You told me yourself."

With a "bang", Shen Wanrong looked at the dagger piercing into the wooden table and her face became dumbfounded.

"Me? Impossible, I didn't, how could I ..."

Jiang Qingwu's eyes were like torches, and he slowly stood up. "Do you want to know why I am so cruel to you?"

"That's because you didn't just steal my man."

As he spoke, Jiang Qingwu drew his sword and walked towards Shen Wanrong.

Seeing this, Shen Wanrong could not help but step back, "What did you say? You...what do you want to do..."

"I have wanted to kill you for more than one or two days."

"You slaughtered my entire Jiang family, from clan members to slaves, leaving no one alive."

"You killed my second brother with your own hands, and watched my cousin being humiliated..."

"It was you who shot me through the body with a bow and arrow. That's it..."

Jiang Qingwu pressed forward, pointing at his sternum.

Then he suddenly grabbed Shen Wanrong's collar and stabbed her hard in the same place with a knife.

With a "puff" sound, Shen Wanrong's eyes widened and she immediately collapsed.

But he was caught by Jiang Qingwu and did not fall down immediately.

The wound was not fatal, just like she was hit by an arrow and was still able to commit suicide.

"You shot that arrow right here, I'll return it to you today!"

As he spoke, Jiang Qingwu slowly loosened his hand, and Shen Wanrong fell heavily to the ground.

She thought, forget it, she couldn't survive in a place like this, with all the things she had arranged.

But just as Jiang Qingwu was thinking this, the sound of fighting suddenly came from outside the door.

It was the personal guards and Wanyue who had fought with others.

The two guards had already retreated to the door.

The yard was already filled with Shen family's assassins.

Holding a torch, he lit up the yard.

"Who was it I thought it was? Turns out it's you!"

Jiang Qingwu took off his cloak and wiped his hands as he walked out of the house.

Seeing the blood on Jiang Qingwu's hand, Shen Zhuoqi suddenly got angry and drew his sword.

"Jiang Qingwu, you are so cruel and you want to kill us all. I will kill you today."

As he spoke, Shen Zhuoqi waved behind him.

A large number of assassins rushed forward, and Wanyue immediately drew out his soft sword.

Hearing the noise, Luo Ming rushed back quickly and threw Jiang Qingwu's knife over through the air.

"Girl, knife."

As soon as Jiang Qingwu took the knife, Shen Zhuoqi's sword stabbed at him.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu flew to avoid the sword.

But when she turned around, she saw Shen Zhuoqi feinting a shot, forcing her to open the door and go straight into the house.

The knife she struck was not fatal at all. If he had been rescued in time, he probably would not have died.

Jiang Qingwu became annoyed and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the Shen family's assassins.

Including Luo Ming, they were surrounded by more than 20 death warriors. Although they could protect themselves, they could not break out.

At this time, Shen Zhuoqi was helping Shen Wanrong out of the house and quickly fled to the back mountain.

"Luo Ming..." Jiang Qingwu shouted, and Luo Ming immediately understood and flew in front of her to block the assassins for her.

By the time Jiang Qingwu caught up with the two, they had already reached the path behind the mountain.

There is a cliff on one side and a narrow mountain path on the other.

Although the mountain path is narrow, there is a towering dense forest on one side. Once you enter, it is difficult to find the trail.

In a moment of desperation, Jiang Qingwu swung his knife in the air and rushed towards Shen Zhuoqi.

"Cousin..." Shen Wanrong yelled, pushed Shen Zhuoqi away, and fell to the ground.

Shen Zhuoqi came back to his senses, turned around and looked at Jiang Qingwu with murderous eyes.

"Jiang Qingwu, she has already been ruined, why do you have to kill her?"

"Humph, ask her, if I were in this situation, would she spare my life?"

Jiang Qingwu's eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at his own knife stuck in the ground not far away.

Jiang Qingwu threw the handle of the knife towards Shen Zhuoqi, then took action and picked up his own knife when he was not prepared.

The two men had similar fighting skills, and for a moment they were stuck in a stalemate, unable to tell who was better.

Although Jiang Qingwu could not kill Shen Wanrong, Shen Wanrong could not escape either.

Just as the two of them were facing each other, neither willing to give in, a figure pounced towards her.

"Ah..." A shrill scream echoed in her ears.

It was Shen Wanrong, who rushed towards her and hugged her.

The violent collision left her no time to react or fight back, and she suddenly lost weight and fell off the cliff together.

But in a moment, a black figure seemed to fall from the sky and grabbed her hand.

A short knife suddenly stabbed into the mountain and stopped.

Jiang Qingwu's heart tightened when he saw a silver mask. He looked down and saw that Shen Wanrong had fallen to the bottom of the dark cliff.

"Don't look down... hold on tight." Jiang Jiu shouted with difficulty, and pulled Jiang Qingwu into his arms.

The two men swung to the edge of the cliff with a knife.

"You seem to have clairvoyance and clairaudience, and you know when I'm in danger."

"You are not the golden medal of immunity from death that God gave me after my rebirth."

Jiang Jiu looked up at the top of the cliff, sneered unrulyly, and breathed heavily with some effort.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Go up first and talk later."

Seeing Jiang Jiu's worried and nervous look, Jiang Qingwu chuckled nonchalantly.

"With your martial arts skills, it should be easy to get up there."

As he spoke, Jiang Qingwu's eyes showed a hint of amusement, and an idea immediately flashed through his mind.

"I want to see what you look like."

Having said that, Jiang Qingwu took advantage of Jiang Jiu's unpreparedness and tore off the mask on his face.