Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

A year and a half later, in the capital city of Yan, it was February with lush grass and singing birds.

Inside Fenghe Palace, there were sounds of babies crying and buzzing sounds.

The empress dowager held her forehead with her hand, looked at the wet nurse and young child in the palace with a painful and helpless face, and sighed repeatedly towards Yan Xiujin.

"Where's your brother? Where's the queen? This queen really only cares about giving birth but not raising the children. My head is about to explode from all their noise."

Yan Xiujin joked with the two children and looked at the Queen Mother with a grin.

"Queen Mother, you have been urging my brother and his family to have children."

"Now that you have a prince and princess, you should be happy."

The Queen Mother opened her mouth, but was choked and speechless. "Okay, I'll take him, but why did Yuya's son come here..."

"You forgot that Jiang Qingbai's child was just born, and he and his wife have military duties to attend to, so the Jiang family's mistress has to take care of the little one."

The Queen Mother nodded helplessly, "Yes, that makes sense."

"But if I had known this earlier, I would have stayed in my fiefdom and never returned. I would have been so free."

"Their emperor and empress are so clean that they let go of everything. One is busy with state affairs all day long, and the other is running around in and out of the palace all day long."

"Today was even more excessive. They even took Yuya out of the palace. I don't know where they went to have fun."

"So good, give me a hug..." Yan Xiujin held the child and smiled at the Queen Mother, "Queen Mother, my brother is not happy. He has been busy with court affairs these days and has many things to deal with. He just left the palace."

"It seems that today, the most talented woman in Kyoto is going to hold a charity sale at Danqing Pavilion in the capital, and they are probably going to join in the fun."

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. My brother knows what's going on."

……

In the north city, Danqing Pavilion gathers famous paintings from all over the world for exhibition or sale.

But today, Miss Fu Qing, who enjoys the reputation of a painting saint, is going to hold a charity sale here, and many children of noble families and celebrities have gathered around.

Many paintings were hung up and various discussions arose one after another.

"Look, this scroll is as poetic as a poem. It is truly a stunning work. Even many famous artists may not be able to create such a masterpiece."

"Yes, she is indeed a talented lady famous in Kyoto. This lady is worthy of the title of the Painting Saint."

"Miss Zhuang is here..." someone shouted on the stage.

Jiang Qingwu and Yuya were sitting in a private room upstairs, facing the stage downstairs.

Hearing the shout, everyone looked over.

"Here I come, here I come, don't push, don't push, it's not like you can't see..."

"I heard that this girl is only seventeen years old. She is really amazing at such a young age."

She wore a white dress, light makeup, and a gauze scarf covering her face, looking elegant and graceful.

Everyone held their breath in silence as they watched the person slowly walk onto the stage.

"My daughter Zhuang Qing is fortunate to have your appreciation. All the money raised from today's painting will be donated to the people in Beijing and to the disaster victims."

"Here, my daughter is willing to paint a picture in public and give it to the first person to be sold at the charity sale."

"..."

"Good...good..." The people in the audience cheered and Zhuang Qing immediately sat down at the desk.

"Miss Qing is an amazing painter, with stunning works. Would you like to have a cup of tea with me?"

"Please step aside... Miss Qing, I have some famous paintings in my hand, can we share some of them..."

"Miss Qing, I wonder if you can get married, and which family is your daughter..."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately pulled him down and scolded him in a low voice.

"Are you crazy? How dare you ask this? Zhuang Qing is the adopted sister of the current queen and the adopted daughter of the Jiang family. How dare you ask whether she should get married..."

"Ah? The Queen's stepsister?"

Jiang Qingwu looked at Zhuang Qing who was concentrating on painting downstairs, his eyes full of satisfaction and joy, and he raised the corners of his lips as if he was looking at his own child.

Seeing this, Yuya chuckled and sighed, "For this girl, you brought Xu He back from Sang Country all the way. Now your hard work has finally paid off."

"Yes, Xu He said that day that her aphasia can be cured. Now it seems that there is no problem at all."

"This girl is really good. I didn't expect that she has such a talent in painting."

Yuya nodded, and when she was about to bring the teacup to her mouth, she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, my uncle and aunt said that they wanted to arrange a marriage for my cousin while my cousin from the Su family is back in Beijing."

"Grandson of the Zuo Xiang family, he topped the exam this time. His uncle and aunt are afraid that the marriage will run away."

Jiang Qingwu smiled when he heard that, raised his head slightly and said, "Yinyin and that boy love each other, so this marriage is inevitable."

"It's just that my cousin hasn't gotten married yet, and Yinyin is still young, so why are my uncle and the others so anxious?"

Yuya was stunned for a moment and leaned towards Jiang Qingwu.

"Have you become stupid from taking care of children in the palace? Who do you think planned and came up with this charity sale today?"

Jiang Qingwu was holding a sesame biscuit in his hand and looked at Yuya in surprise.

Yuya laughed secretly and pointed to the person in the corner downstairs towards Jiang Qingwu.

"Cousin?!" Jiang Qingwu suddenly stood up, looked at Su Wenli standing in the corner, and looked at Yuya with shock.

"He...they?"

Yuya nodded slightly, stood up and moved closer, "It rained heavily a few days ago, and many houses in the two villages near the moat were washed away."

"The victims have all entered the city and are staying at Liushan Hall. Zhuang Qing is weak and introverted, and she is devoted to Liushan Hall, but she doesn't know how to help."

"My cousin has been helping her since he returned to Beijing. Today's charity sale was planned by my cousin."

Jiang Qingwu nodded in sudden realization and chuckled, "No wonder Wanyue told me a few days ago that I didn't need to give money to Liushantang anymore. She also mentioned some divine soldiers from heaven. It turns out she was talking about my cousin."

"What are you talking about? Am I late?" Yan Xiuchen said as he sat down next to Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the dusty Yan Xiuchen and asked in confusion, "Why did you come just now? Are you busy in the palace?"

"Just in time for the Sang Kingdom's letter to arrive, I took it out specially..."

"Gu Yanbai's letter?" Jiang Qingwu's eyes lit up and he grabbed it.

Yan Xiuchen poured himself some tea and nodded, "Yes, I asked him to give the child a nickname before. He got a reply and also sent a gift."

"Gift? What?" Yuya came over and asked.

"A map. Gu Yanbai gave Yong'an and Licheng on the border to the two children as birthday gifts."

"Puff..." Yuya spat out a mouthful of water and looked at Yan Xiuchen in shock.

"Painting the city as a gift? This... is too expensive!"

"Fu Tang, Gui Yan... Yan Fu Tang, Yan Gui Yan... what great names!"

Jiang Qingwu muttered as he looked at the letter, then raised his eyes to look at Yan Xiuchen with a smile.

"Now he has given me two cities. If he gives me three thousand beauties and a hundred children in the future, how will you respond?"

Hearing the voice, Yan Xiuchen gently held Jiang Qingwu's hand and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"If that day really comes, we will have to cede land in return, but I think... that day may not come!"

……