Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Jiang Qingbai, who was holding a cup of tea, couldn't help but stand up and look over when he saw the two people's reactions.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu suddenly reacted and closed the lid with a snap.

"Brother...it's nothing."

Jiang Qingbai looked at Jiang Qingwu, then at Wanyue who hadn't come back to her senses yet, and sneered, "Forget it."

Jiang Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Qingbai was about to sit down, but he didn't expect Jiang Qingbai to suddenly come back and open the lid.

"Ah..." Jiang Qingbai really didn't expect this and threw the lid out directly, causing the servants in the yard to look over.

Jiang Qingbai widened his eyes, looked at the bloody head lying in the box, and swallowed involuntarily.

"Who...is she? What does Yan Xiuchen want to do?"

Jiang Qingbai was furious and questioned with a frown on his face.

Wanyue reacted quickly and quickly picked up the lid and put it back on.

"Brother, this woman is the one who sneaked into the dungeon last night and tried to assassinate me."

"Oh, so, the prince is avenging you?" Jiang Qingbai exhaled and sat back, sighing and shaking his head.

Thinking of the disheveled woman's head in the box, Jiang Qingbai couldn't help but push the box aside.

"What's the point of this regent? He wants to avenge you, but why does he send the head to me?"

"Didn't the people in the palace say it was a gift?" Jiang Qingwu drank his tea calmly, feeling so bitter in his heart that he couldn't express it.

Yan Xiuchen should be the kind of person who is not good at romance. In her previous life, she could not remember until her death which girl he had been close to. He was either fighting wars or handling state affairs.

Now, she has seen how Yan Xiuchen deals with women.

"You just killed the person who tried to assassinate you? You didn't want to keep him alive to investigate and serve as a witness?"

Jiang Qingbai gestured to Wanyue as he spoke. Wanyue bowed slightly, picked up the box and was about to leave when Jiang Qingwu hurriedly stopped her.

"Wait a moment."

"This woman must have no use for me, so she thought of sending it here, but it may not just be a gift for me."

Jiang Qingwu murmured thoughtfully, then said to Wanyue, "Go, send someone to deliver it to Shen Wanrong."

"Tell her that I am very happy today, and I thank her for stealing my love."

"Yes, girl."

Jiang Qingwu saw Wanyue leave, and turned to Jiang Qingbai and lowered his voice, "Brother, did you find the person I asked you to find yesterday?"

"No, I asked someone in the palace to inquire about it. There were only rumors of a fire in Fenghe Palace, nothing else."

"And that person, dressed in night clothes, came and went freely in the palace... I thought he must be a member of the royal family."

"Royal?" Jiang Qingwu chuckled and said thoughtfully, "Judging from his figure and voice, he is no more than thirty years old."

"At this age in the royal family, the only ones who can come and go freely in the palace are the three princes, Prince Pingqing and Prince Anle."

Jiang Qingbai heard the voice and hurriedly shook his head, "How can there be so many people? They are wearing night clothes, so they must be quite skilled."

"The eldest prince is sick and weak, the second prince is dissolute and has no friendship with us, Yan Lin...even if I save you, my martial arts skills are not good enough."

"Prince Anle loves poetry, calligraphy and painting the most. He is the most leisurely prince, rarely goes out and will not care about us rashly."

"Prince Pingqing...he is in Jiangnan."

"Miss... Sir..." Luo Qing came hurriedly outside the door and bowed, "Sir, the master and the mistress ask you to go to the front yard to welcome the guests."

"It is said that Concubine Zhang has already arrived at Fenghua Street with the ceremonial guards from the Prince Regent's Palace."

"What about me?" Jiang Qingwu heard the voice and hurriedly stood up and asked.

Jiang Qingbai sighed and poked Jiang Qingwu on the forehead with a finger, "Nonsense, today is the day for the matchmaker and the parents of both parties to meet and decide the marriage, you just stay in the yard obediently."

Jiang Qingwu watched Jiang Qingbai hurried away, then turned around and went back to the house.

But as soon as I entered the door, I caught sight of the ink-colored robe on the screen.

Thinking about last night, Jiang Qingwu suddenly remembered something and grabbed the outer robe.

"Top quality, Floating Cloud Brocade." Jiang Qingwu touched the robe, his brows slightly tightened.

"Miss, what are you looking at?" Wanyue brought in the tonic soup, and seeing Jiang Qingwu holding the outer robe, she hurried over to greet him.

"What's wrong with this robe?"

"It is top-grade floating cloud brocade, with densely woven dark embroidery. This piece of cloth is worth a hundred gold coins. It is a top-grade cloth with very limited production."

"Floating Cloud Brocade? I remember that last year, when the Madam celebrated her birthday, the Prince of Pingqing sent her a piece of floating cloud brocade as a gift."

"Madam made clothes for our two young masters."

Jiang Qingwu's mind buzzed, and he turned to look at Wanyue, "Prince Pingqing? That's right."

"Miss, are you saying that Prince Pingqing is the owner of this dress and the one who saved you?"

"But isn't he in Jiangnan?"

Yes, he is in Jiangnan.

But it is possible that among these people, only Prince Pingqing meets the requirements best.

Prince Pingqing is Yan Xiuchen's younger brother and the late emperor's youngest prince.

In his previous life, Yan Xiuchen had only Prince Pingqing by his side who was loyal to him and always stood by him through thick and thin.

He is the only one who would snatch the antidote from Yan Xiuchen and save himself because of Yan Xiuchen.

But he is indeed in Jiangnan, how could he appear in the capital?

When Jiang Qingwu was deep in thought, the sound of firecrackers suddenly came from outside.

Fenghua Street was crowded with people.

Concubine Zhang sat in the royal carriage, with the Imperial Guards leading the way in front and behind. Servants wore red belts around their waists and carried the betrothal gifts.

The red silk of the wedding curtains is dazzling and stretches all the way across Fenghua Street.

"What a big fuss! It's just a betrothal gift. People who don't know would think it's a marriage."

"Yes, the engagement banquet with the Third Prince a few days ago was not as grand as this. It turns out that the Regent is more powerful."

"Of course, the Regent is the master of our Great Yan State, second only to one person and above all others."

"This regent prince thinks highly of the daughter of the Jiang family, and he doesn't mind that she just broke off the engagement."

The people watching on both sides were whispering and talking.

No wonder, she has been a celebrity these days and has never been quiet for a moment.

The Shunqing Marquis Mansion was extremely lively, with red lanterns hanging high and a bustling crowd of people.

The elders of the Jiang family were also present, and the scene was grand as the rules were laid out one after another.

When Wanyue came back from watching the fun, Jiang Qingwu was sitting in the pavilion painting.

She was wearing a white fox fur cloak, and her maid Xing'er was standing beside her.

"Girl, girl..." Wanyue came back trotting, panting.

"Miss, the gift list is being read out in the front yard. It's been almost half an hour and they haven't finished yet."

"I listened for a while, and they were all great things I had never heard of before. Oh, and you would never have guessed that there are also Phoenix Feathers, there are 100 of them!"

“Phoenix Feather?” Jiang Qingwu stopped writing and looked up at Wanyue, who nodded excitedly, “You’ve always wanted Phoenix Feather to make feather arrows.”

"Are there really a hundred?" Jiang Qingwu's eyes lit up and he quickly put down his pen.

Wanyue opened her mouth but before she could answer, Yan Xiuchen's voice suddenly came from the direction of Wutong Garden's side door.

"Of course it's true."