Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Huanxiang Pavilion has a wonderful performance every week.

This day was also filled with guests and was bustling with excitement. Hua Niang had been worried that her identity would be exposed, so she hid her deep in the Huanxiang Pavilion and did not let her come out that day.

But today, she specifically suggested coming out to watch this grand performance, maybe she would have a different feeling.

Seeing this, Hua Niang no longer tried to stop her, but asked her to wear her veil, not get too close, and come back immediately after the performance.

Qing Yu, fully dressed, wandered inside the Huanxiang Pavilion. People were coming and going, the girls' laughter and chatter were accompanied by noisy male voices, and the air was filled with the smell of perfume and fermented rice wine, which was captivating and made people sink into it intentionally or unintentionally.

Qing Yu stood on a high place and looked down. There were relatively few people here, with only guests socializing and chatting in the private rooms.

At this moment, the inspiring drum beats seemed to remind the guests that the dance had officially begun.

Suddenly, bright lights illuminate the golden and brown stage, and the colorful and gorgeous scenery renders the entire hall. The light is even more beautiful with the echo of the color of rice paper.

As the musicians started playing, the noisy environment suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were looking forward to the dancers who were about to appear.

Qing Yu did the same, his eyes stayed on the dancers on the stage who were dressed in exquisite costumes, their dancing figures and light dance steps surrounding the entire stage.

"Which girl will be leading the dance today?" a male voice asked, echoing in my ear.

"It should be Miss Kuiyue." another man replied.

"No wonder there are so many people here. Miss Kuiyue's dancing skills are among the best in Huanxiang Pavilion."

"Yes."

"Quick! Look! Miss Kuiyue is coming out!"

A cheer resounded throughout the house. Qing Yu felt the same thing when he heard their words. He stared closely at the woman on the stage, admiring her fantastic performance.

Perhaps she also understood at this moment that it was almost impossible for her to master all these in just two months. Although she could acquire the skills quickly, she could not acquire the feeling, unless she was a natural artist.

But I have lived for more than 20 years and have never had any different understanding of art. How can someone who has just been exposed to these things be an artist?

After a while, the viewing ended and Qingyu prepared to go back as Hua Niang requested.

But she hadn't walked far when a familiar voice among the conversation attracted her attention. She stopped and looked towards the closed door.

This voice was very familiar. She had heard it before. No! To be more precise, Jiang Qingyu had heard it before.

She immediately searched for the voice in her mind, hoping to use the gap in the house to see who was inside.

Until I caught a glimpse of the figure inside, that person was... Jiang Mo!

She was startled, looked around vigilantly, and then stopped to listen to the conversation inside.

"Did Mr. Jiang find the murderer?"

"Oh, even the Ministry of Justice hasn't found out, what clues can I have?" Jiang Mo snorted coldly and put the wine glass on the table with a bang.

"Then call me over. Is there any solution?" A male voice of about the same age as Jiang Mo responded.

"Since it has nothing to do with him, then let's create one. Although His Majesty has not said anything, the murderer has not been identified, and he still has doubts about my father."

"How to create relationships?" the man asked quickly, seeming to be interested.

"Like them, set fire to the data warehouse." Jiang Mo deliberately lowered his voice.

"What?!" the man was shocked.

Qing Yu, who was eavesdropping outside, felt the same way. Setting fire was too bold.

"Mr. Jiang, you have to think it through. If you fail, the consequences of the two things combined will be huge."

"Of course not to burn all of it, just his part."

"This is my counterattack. Now all the signs point to him. If he creates more actual evidence, His Majesty will definitely punish him."

"This is indeed feasible, how long?"

"The day after tomorrow afternoon is the handover day, so there will be a lot of people and eyes."

"Okay." The two seemed to have reached an agreement here.

Qing Yu, who got the answer outside, also stood up and left. She lowered her head and thought deeply.

It seems that they are planning to put the blame on Xiao Yanqing and burn the information...

The problematic information about Xiao Yanqing should have been changed long ago, otherwise how could those who suspected him not check it? Even if it was burned and framed, what effect would it have?

They could neither bring him down nor frame him with any actual crime. All that did was to make him feel upset and create some doubts in the emperor's mind.

However, she did not understand the current situation and could only use fair logic. If there were other right and wrong issues, perhaps someone would interfere.

As it happens, Xiao Yanqing should send someone to pick her up tomorrow, and it won’t be too late to tell him then.

"Miss Qingyu."

Suddenly, a female voice as crisp as a silver bell interrupted her thoughts.

She turned around in shock. In the Huanxiang Pavilion, who else besides Hua Niang knew her? !

She looked at the strange woman, who was slender and graceful, with a fairy-like appearance, emitting a unique personal charm from the inside out, but she felt familiar.

"Surprised, right?" The woman slowly approached her until she was in front of her.

He looked down at me with disdain, not seeming friendly. "I know your purpose."

Purpose? Qing Yu was slightly confused, not knowing what she meant by this.

Until the woman leaned over to her ear and said, "You are His Highness's man, right?"

Qing Yu was shocked and his pupils shrank slightly. How did she know?

It was not until she met the woman's eyes that she suddenly remembered where this sense of familiarity came from.

She is the one people just called, Miss Kuiyue.

"You are Miss Kuiyue." She looked calm, not at all panicked by being exposed.

"It seems that you have seen my performance just now." Kuiyue didn't seem to care that she avoided her question, because she already had the answer in her mind.

"Well, it's very good." Qing Yu told him frankly.

"Oh, Miss Qingyu, I just want to tell you, don't dream of replacing me." Kuiyue's words were gentle but inspiring and powerful.

"I don't understand you."

Replace? Replace her? Why?

"I won't let you take him away." Kuiyue left after saying this.

Only Qing Yu was left standing there. He? Was he referring to Xiao Yanqing?

Suddenly, she seemed to understand the meaning of Xiao Yanqing's initial question to her.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

It seemed more interesting than she had imagined.

……

After the training, the carriage came to pick her up at the time Qingyu expected.

When she arrived at the Xiao Mansion, the light in the study was still on. She walked closer and saw Xiao Yanqing busy with work.

He seemed to be busy all the time, either working or reading or practicing sword-fighting. Apart from that, he never rested and would go to bed very late.

"How long are you going to stand there?" Xiao Yanqing's magnetic and cold voice suddenly sounded. Although he didn't see her, he knew she was back.

She stepped in and asked softly, "Your Highness, aren't you going to rest yet?"

"What do you want to say?"

She didn't answer, but just stood there, wondering what she was thinking.

"Since you have nothing to say, just go back to your room and get some rest," he gestured casually, as if he was used to her reaction.

However, she had no intention of returning to her room. She sat aside, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea.

He then raised his eyes to look at her, watching her every move.

"I overheard something that Your Highness might be interested in." She drank the slightly cold tea and slowly looked at him.

"Go ahead." He also slowly put down the pen in his hand.

"Yesterday, I saw a man, Jiang Mo."