Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

He wore a black brocade robe, embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns. He stood seven feet tall, looking awe-inspiring.

Just the golden bronze fan in his hand made everyone sure who was coming.

"It's the Regent!" someone shouted.

Amid the uproar, everyone turned their eyes to Yan Xiuchen.

Jiang Qingwu was the same, his mind was blank and he stood there frozen.

She had also guessed that Yan Xiuchen's leg injury had improved, and even suspected that Yan Xiuchen was Jiang Jiu.

But it was just a fleeting guess. When it really came to this moment, it felt like a blow to my heart.

"Girl..." Wanyue rushed over to support Jiang Qingwu. Jiang Qingwu's thoughts were also pulled back, and he stood up with difficulty, holding his chest.

When I raised my eyes to look at Yan Xiuchen, my gaze happened to meet Yan Xiuchen's.

Yan Xiuchen said nothing, but looked at Jiang Qingwu's pale face and the serious injuries he showed, and his face suddenly darkened.

The look he gave Yan Lin was also filled with murderous intent.

"Sure enough, Uncle Wang's leg injury has healed long ago." Yan Lin's eyes were sharp, filled with shock and anger.

"Do you think you have won over this king?"

"How can we know if we don't fight? Uncle Wang doesn't think he has a sure win, does he?" Yan Lin smiled coldly and shouted to his men, "Sword..."

As he spoke, Yan Lin changed his sword.

Jiang Qingwu looked at Yan Lin's shuriken and couldn't help but think of the fight just now.

I was just about to remind Yan Xiuchen that there was a problem with the sword.

But before he could open his mouth, Yan Xiuchen subdued the approaching Yan Lin with one move.

First he disarmed his sword, then he slashed his neck with the golden bronze fan.

As Yan Lin dodged in fear, he struck him on the chest with a palm.

The powerful palm force directly knocked the man away.

Yan Lin failed to block a single move and fell heavily to the stage in a moment, fainting.

"Just like that, we won?" someone suddenly shouted from the audience, and the onlookers finally reacted.

Yan Xiuchen looked at the defeated Shen family members, then turned to look at the etiquette officer.

The etiquette officer suddenly reacted and hurriedly shouted, "The winner has been decided. The regent has won. The winner of the martial arts competition is the second son of the Shunqing Marquis, Jiang Qingyu."

The voice of the etiquette official was as loud as a bell, and the Shen family could only accept it reluctantly.

But at this moment, everyone is not concerned about who wins or loses.

There were discussions one after another, and everyone was whispering about Yan Xiuchen.

"Girl, you just won like that?" Wan Yue suddenly came to her senses when she saw people cheering.

Jiang Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Yan Xiuchen approaching, he suddenly realized, "Wanyue, let's go."

Having said that, Jiang Qingwu turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Yan Xiuchen hurriedly took a few quick steps, caught up with Jiang Qingwu from behind, and picked him up.

"You...you let me go, you...you liar..."

Jiang Qingwu's voice was not loud, but it attracted more attention, and she was frightened so much that she immediately fell silent.

"Look, look, the Regent is holding her."

"In front of so many people, oh my... I didn't expect that the regent would actually recover."

"Yes, this graceful figure is really extraordinary and even more handsome than before."

"Jiang Qingwu really got a great bargain. Look at how clingy he is."

Great bargain? Clingy?

Jiang Qingwu couldn't hold back her smile when she heard the tiny sounds, so she pulled Yan Xiuchen's outer robe and covered her face with it.

"Put me down, there are so many people watching."

"If you don't shut up, more and more people will watch."

Yan Xiuchen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Qingwu in his arms, raising the corners of his lips in triumph.

I thought Yan Xiuchen was going to meet the Queen Mother and the Emperor, and was just sending them to the carriage, but I didn't expect that he would go straight out of the palace with her.

Jiang Qingwu leaned on the soft pillow of the carriage. Maybe it was because of the injury or the medicine on Yan Lin's sword, but he felt weaker than before.

Yan Xiuchen held Jiang Qingwu's hand and felt his pulse, but Jiang Qingwu's eyes were fixed on the person in front of him.

When she was dying in her previous life, she saw Yan Xiuchen, whom she had not seen for a long time.

She only knew that his leg had healed at that time.

But now that I think about it, her leg injury has probably never been that serious.

"You liar...where is my mother?" Jiang Qingwu leaned weakly against the soft pillow, his voice low.

"Don't worry, your mother has been sent back to the Marquis' Mansion."

Yan Xiuchen agreed in a low voice, and took out a small medicine bottle from the medicine box, took out a pill and stuffed it into Jiang Qingwu's mouth.

Then the tea was brought to my mouth.

"When did you recover?" Jiang Qingwu stared at Yan Xiuchen intently.

Yan Xiuchen paused for a moment, then blurted out, "I have never been disabled."

As he spoke, Yan Xiuchen quietly moved his position and sat next to Jiang Qingwu, "Come, I'll hold you."

Jiang Qingwu was stunned at first, and before she could come to her senses, Yan Xiuchen reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her gently.

"It's just a superficial wound on the leg. It will heal in three to five days."

"It's just that someone was watching me along the way and wanted to see how serious my injury was, so I deliberately said that my leg injury was serious."

Jiang Qingwu recalled the battlefield in Xiling, where she saw with her own eyes Yan Xiuchen being stabbed on the leg and falling off his horse.

To say it was just a superficial injury would probably be an understatement.

"You deliberately spread the news that he was seriously injured and disabled? Why did you do this?"

"Don't you know that if you get hurt, many people in the court will turn against you?"

Yan Xiuchen chuckled and said disapprovingly, "The loyal ones will naturally be loyal, and the disloyal ones will be useless if they stay."

As he spoke, Yan Xiuchen looked down at Jiang Qingwu, raised his head and smiled bitterly, "In fact, the reason why the injury was described as so serious was to deceive Yan Lin and the court officials."

"Second, I want to deceive you."

Jiang Qingwu heard the voice, his face darkened, he raised his eyes and frowned, "You are going out of your way to lie to me?"

Yan Xiuchen nodded solemnly, then sighed, "I saved you and was seriously injured."

"Even if you don't abandon Yan Lin and choose me, you should at least visit the palace more often."

"But you are such a cruel and cold woman that you have never been there once."

Yan Xiuchen spoke in a relaxed manner, with a smile on his face, looking as if he had sailed through thousands of mountains.

But to Jiang Qingwu, it was like an open wound and a foolish past.

She also wanted to visit Yan Xiuchen after returning to Beijing, but she was stupid at that time.

Yan Lin told her that he did not come to rescue her because Yan Xiuchen deliberately took away his military power and did not allow him to go to the battlefield.

Then he went to take the credit and saved her by the way.

In addition, she and Yan Lin began to get busy with their engagement.

It is true that I have never visited Yan Xiuchen once.

It was only today that she found out that Yan Xiuchen's injuries were serious and it was actually a self-torture trick he used just to see her.

Just to allow her to visit the patient.

"It's a pity that I can't do it again. Otherwise, I would definitely follow you into the king's army tent on the battlefield."

"Go to the southwest, enter Wencheng, and go to the Xu family. In this way... Xu Qingran will have nothing to do."

Do it again? Maybe you don't need to go through that journey again.

No one could understand what Jiang Qingwu said, but for him, it was already a great joy.

"I am already very grateful to God."

Yan Xiuchen murmured softly, holding the person in his arms tightly.

Who said no.

Thinking of his past life, Jiang Qingwu raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiuchen.

Jiang Qingwu wanted to say something, but the moment their eyes met, Yan Xiuchen couldn't hold back and kissed her before she could open her mouth.