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

Her black eyes seemed to be washed with blood, with a faint red glow that spread out, enough to attract anyone who looked at her.

"What a lunatic!" He let go of her hand, not caring at all about her staggering body.

She leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and rubbed her aching neck.

"madman…"

"You should know that living in such a harsh environment, how healthy do you think a person would be?"

"Jiang Qingyu is very courageous."

"Then what good ideas does Your Highness have?" she asked. Since she wanted to survive here, she had no choice but to obey his wishes. However, this did not mean that she did not have a purpose.

There was a hint of teasing in the corners of his eyes, and a barely perceptible cruelty appeared.

"Jiang Qingyu, if you want to work for me, it's impossible for you to do it now. You must hide your identity and train for more than half a year before you are qualified to discuss the deal you mentioned with me."

"Training? Where?" Her eyes lit up.

"The military camp, of course."

She lowered her eyes and thought, paying attention to her injured hand. In this world, apart from power, the most important thing is martial arts.

"Are you scared?" Seeing her embarrassed expression, even if she was smart, she was still a woman after all.

"Okay, when?" She knew that this was another test from Xiao Yanqing, but she would not give in.

Unexpectedly, she agreed so readily. He kept an eye on her injured hand.

"When your hand is healed, someone will come to pick you up."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me this opportunity." She expressed her gratitude frankly.

His eyes moved slightly, and he took steady steps, ready to leave the room, but he stopped after taking only two steps.

"That man's hand, why?"

"Hand?" Qing Yu blinked, thinking about the answer.

"His hand touched me and it made me feel sick." Although she didn't understand why he asked, she answered truthfully.

He said nothing more and turned and left.

She looked at his back as he left. His indifference seemed to hide endless pain, swallowing up the light, and finally leaving only the lonely night.

"Xiao Yanqing." She pronounced his name. She couldn't see what was in his mind, but she was sure that they were the same kind of people.

Xiao Yanqing returned to the room, the woman's words circling in his mind. He had to rule out whether she was a spy sent by Jiang Zhuo.

"Brother, are you looking for me?" Xiao Wenshu walked into the room.

"Arrange for Jiang Qingyu to enter the military training in seven days."

"Training?!" Xiao Wenshu was shocked.

"Brother wants to use her? But we haven't ruled out her intentions yet..." He was worried that if Jiang Qingyu had bad intentions, they would have fallen into a trap.

"I just want to take advantage of this opportunity." He was waiting for Jiang Qingyu to show his hand.

"But... Brother, there are only men in the military camp, and Jiang Qingyu is a woman. Isn't it too..." Xiao Wenshu was about to question when he gave him a gloomy look.

Xiao Wenshu immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, brother. I will arrange it."

"Go."

Not long after Xiao Wenshu left, a figure walked out from the darkness and knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness."

"Go and tell them that Jiang Qingyu died in the mansion. Also, secretly monitor Jiang Qingyu's actions and report back at all times."

"It's Your Highness."

"Don't let Wen Shu know."

"Yes." As soon as the words fell, the shadow disappeared into the darkness.

In a blink of an eye, Qing Yu's hand injury was almost healed. She lived a relatively leisurely life these few days. Xiao Yanqing did not make things difficult for her. Apart from the guards following her and not allowing her to go too far away from the house, there were no other restrictions.

Xiao Wenshu came to see her twice and chatted with her briefly. She knew that Xiao Yanqing asked him to sound her out. To them, she was still the same as always.

At the agreed time, Xiao Wenshu brought her to the military camp where they were stationed. It was not far from the mansion and could be reached in no time by horse or carriage.

She held the packed things in her hands and looked at the tens of thousands of troops stationed there. The tents were arranged in neat rows. The further inland she went, the more she could hear the soldiers' outstanding shouts of practice.

"Miss Jiang..." Xiao Wenshu was about to speak.

"Just call me Qingyu."

"Okay, Qingyu, this place is different from the mansion, life will be very hard..." He didn't know where Jiang Qingyu got such great perseverance, she was such a weak woman.

"Okay, I'm ready." Qing Yu looked around. It seemed to be very similar to the scenes in the TV series, even more bitter.

Xiao Wenshu brought her to a small tent that had been built. "Qingyu, this is where you sleep. I come here almost every day. If you need anything, you can tell me."

"Thank you." She thanked him politely. It seemed that the soldiers were living together in a group.

"I can only do the best I can." Xiao Wenshu didn't know why he wanted to help her. Perhaps he felt that she was just a miserable person.

She entered the tent, which only had simple things, but it was still relatively hidden. This meant that she would be living here for the next six months.

"Prince." At this time, the general who was about to lead her came over.

"General Li, she will be handed over to you from now on. You only need to train her according to His Highness' wishes."

"It's the prince, I understand."

Xiao Wenshu gestured to her, and Qing Yu bowed her head slightly and gestured, "General Li."

"Miss Qingyu."

"General Li, just call me Qingyu." It seems that people here don't know her identity.

"it is good."

After Xiao Wenshu left, she officially began to learn and train with the soldiers. However, the soldiers' eager eyes made her realize that her life would not be so easy.

Jiang family mansion.

A middle-aged man is pruning and arranging plants in the courtyard. His black brocade coat is elegant and decent, with dull embroidery, low-key and steady.

He has a sturdy figure and a broad chest. Although his face is covered with wrinkles, he still retains the youthful bearing.

He was the most authoritative prime minister of the Bei'anshi Dynasty, Jiang Zhuo.

At this time, his son Jiang Mo leaned over to Jiang Zhuo and bowed.

"Dad, I went to check, and Jiang Qingyu should have..." Jiang Mo didn't finish his sentence.

"Really?" Jiang Zhuo continued to prune the branches indifferently.

"But, no body has been found." Jiang Mo lowered his head and looked a little nervous.

"Prince Xiao has always been very careful in what he does. How could he leave any evidence behind?" Jiang Zhuo admired him for this.

"Yes, then, Father, do we need to continue investigating?" Jiang Mo asked.

"Have someone monitor his movements."

"It's Dad."

"Jiang Qingyu's sacrifice brought a brief peace, we should be grateful." Facing the death of her daughter, there was no trace of regret in Jiang Zhuo's words. Instead, she was grateful that it was the only thing she could do.

"Prince Xiao is no match for my father."

"Haha, don't underestimate him. If you had the brains of King Xiao, I wouldn't have to worry about it."

Jiang Mo frowned and pursed his lips. These simple words were a piercing blow to him.