Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, looking at Yan Xiuchen with his eyes slightly closed, full of confusion.

Why did he turn hostile so suddenly? Could it be that he didn't want me to see him in such a miserable state?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingwu placed the small box next to the pillow. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Well, let me ask you something. You said you wanted to marry me during the day. Does it still count?"

"Of course." Yan Xiuchen replied in a low voice without opening his eyes.

"Okay, I'll be leaving then." Jiang Qingwu stood up with a smile.

It was not until he heard a click on the rear window that Yan Xiuchen slowly opened his eyes and hurried to the window.

In the dim courtyard, Jiang Qingwu could be vaguely seen shrinking his body and running away evasively.

Yan Xiuchen looked at him as if he was a fool, his brows furrowed with his pupils slightly dilated.

"Godfather... Godfather, why is Miss Jiang climbing through the window again?" Jiuhan pushed the door open, walked towards Yan Xiuchen, and gently closed the window.

Yan Xiuchen turned away and said in a low voice, "Because she is stupid."

"Godfather, you said before that you pretended to have a leg injury to show weakness, get the antidote, and let Miss Jiang remember your life-saving grace."

"But now Miss Jiang has agreed to break off the engagement and remarry, and you've got the antidote, are you still pretending?"

Yan Xiuchen seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment of silence, he said, "Guess what? I have robbed his woman and his help, and he is still seriously injured. Will Yan Lin just sit there and wait for death?"

Jiuhan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to understand something, "Godfather, do you think the Third Prince will attack you again, so you can catch him?"

"Now that I'm seriously injured and disabled, I may be able to see some things more clearly." Yan Xiuchen murmured, looking at the pillow on the bed.

Jiuhan also reacted immediately. He took the box of antidote from the pillow and handed it to Yan Xiuchen.

"Godfather, how do you know that the antidote is in the Third Prince's study?"

Yan Xiuchen looked at the pills in the box and did not answer Jiuhan, but changed the subject, "How is Yan Lin's house?"

"The news that Miss Jiang got jealous and made a scene in the Third Prince's mansion has spread, but fortunately, the antidote is in hand."

Yan Xiuchen tightly grasped the box, his eyes darkened, and he murmured in a low voice, "Really?"

"Do you think...she is trustworthy?"

Jiuhan looked at Yan Xiuchen in surprise, hesitated for a moment and said, "My son dare not speak nonsense."

"explain."

"The incident between the Third Prince and Shen Wanrong must have been a huge blow to Miss Jiang. Xu Zhen was very sad and wanted to seek refuge with her godfather to avenge the Third Prince."

"If that's the case, even if Miss Jiang doesn't have true love for you, she is really coming to you, so it's believable."

Yan Xiuchen heard the voice and raised his eyes slightly, "Anything else?"

"There is another possibility..."

"Although the Third Prince's betrayal is true, Miss Jiang is just sad, not heartless."

"When she heard that you wanted her to get married, she thought of making plans for the Third Prince and acting as your accomplice... As for the incident at the Third Prince's Mansion, it was probably just an act."

"I'll use the antidote as a token of my loyalty to you and gain your trust."

Jiuhan lowered his voice when he saw Yan Xiuchen's gloomy and terrifying expression.

"Godfather, if it's the latter, will you still marry Miss Jiang?"

Yan Xiuchen seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Marry her. Even if she dies, she must die here with me."

The next day, people all over the city were talking about Jiang Qingwu, the third prince, and Shen Wanrong.

There are teahouses in the north of the city, theaters in the south of the city, overpasses in the west of the city, and the most lively Shangcheng Street.

Early in the morning, the storyteller at the corner was surrounded by crowds of people, and it was very lively.

"I heard that our daughter of a military family came to the door with a knife last night and smashed the Third Prince's mansion to pieces."

"I cannot bear the humiliation any more. I must break off the engagement with that heartless man."

The storyteller was sitting at the table, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his story was wonderful.

The onlookers also listened with great interest and laughed.

"Haha... I want to break off the engagement with him."

"Alas, I'm afraid that the imperial power is greater than heaven, and even a female general like us with great military achievements may not be able to withstand... the oppression of the imperial power."

With a "bang", the storyteller's fan slammed onto the table, causing everyone to shout.

"What's wrong with the royal family? Can they force her to marry? The Jiang family is a hero who fought in the war to protect the country."

"Yes, if the imperial power forces marriage, what is the difference between it and a robber..."

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"Well done!" In a carriage not far away, Jiang Qingwu was staring into the distance and cheering secretly.

Wan Yue, who was standing by, sighed helplessly, "I've never seen anyone like you, spending money to have others plot against you."

"I think this will do you no good except ruin their reputation."

"Of course it's of no benefit to me, but I don't care about it, and he certainly... doesn't care either."

Jiang Qingwu murmured thoughtfully, secretly raising the corners of his lips.

"Him? Who?" Wanyue asked as she moved closer.

Jiang Qingwu came back to his senses, cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject, "Luo Ming, how is the matter I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, young lady. They are all our own people from Wutong Garden. If there is any mistake, not only outsiders, but even the master and his wife will not be able to find out anything."

Jiang Qingwu raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Okay, pick the best one. Tonight, I want to give Yan Lin a big gift."

"Enter the palace."

"Yes, girl."

People outside the city were talking about it, and rumors were also spreading in the palace. Jiang Qingwu was ordered to enter the palace, and he was met with strange looks along the way.

Although they didn't dare to say anything openly, they were not shy about whispering.

"Miss, it seems that the rumors outside the palace are also known to the people in the palace."

"It's best to know."

Jiang Qingwu had a gloomy face, as if he had already guessed that there would be a violent storm in Shangyang Palace soon.

"Announce... the daughter of the Shunqing Marquis's mansion, General Qingcheng, Jiang Qingwu, to see you!"

Loud shouts were heard outside Shangyang Palace, and Jiang Qingwu went up to the palace upon hearing the sound.

Only then did he realize that there were not only His Majesty, the Imperial Concubine and Shen Wanrong in the hall, but also Duke Shen and his wife.

This is like a lamb falling into a wolf's den.

Jiang Qingwu muttered to herself, folded her hands, and bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, I am Jiang Qingwu, your Highness, and I pay my respects to you, Your Highness."

"My dear minister, please stand up." The emperor raised his hand and gestured to him.

Jiang Qingwu stood up and stopped, then he heard faint sobbing sounds. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Shen Wanrong.

She wasn't really dragged out for a parade yesterday, but now she was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"I heard that you led people to smash Yan Lin's mansion last night. You must have calmed down a little."

The emperor, who was sitting at the very top, suddenly asked this question, but it didn't sound like a reproach.

Jiang Qingwu came back to his senses, bowed his head slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I am no longer angry."

"Okay, the Regent King stripped Shen Wanrong of her title as a princess of a different surname, and punished her to chant sutras at the Fo'an Temple for three days every month, and also punished Yan Lin to go to the imperial mausoleum..."

"As for you, don't feel wronged. I will talk to the Regent and ask him to release your parents."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Qingwu echoed.

After hearing Jiang Qingwu's words, everyone in the hall relaxed a little and couldn't help but smile.

"Since that's the case and you've calmed down, I'll make the decision on this matter and let it go."

"Wanrong and Yanlin have been childhood sweethearts. I have discussed this with the Imperial Concubine, and we will marry you to Yanlin as his equal."

"As for you, you are away at the battle field. Shen Wanrong will take care of the affairs of the mansion. How about that?"

Jiang Qingwu sneered inwardly and raised her hand to bow, "Your Majesty, I also think that the matter should be left alone."

"It's just that it's not about the second wife entering the house, it's about breaking off the engagement."

"Your servant...wants to cancel the engagement." Jiang Qingwu blurted out in a decisive tone.