Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

When Jiang Qingwu, Su Wenli and Wanyue arrived at the ghost market, it was already completely dark.

The ghost market is open and it is very lively.

Feng Qizi, dressed in coolie clothes and wearing a bamboo hat, quietly followed Jiang Qingwu.

"How is it, where did you find it?"

"Yes, girl, I found it. There are quite a few people."

Jiang Qingwu nodded disapprovingly, "It doesn't matter. Remember, you have to keep him alive."

"Yes."

The four of them walked all the way to the alley in the western part of the Ghost Market and stopped outside a yard.

Jiang Qingwu stood in the corner, listening to the Fuye words that he didn't understand. After confirming that it was a Fuye person inside, he winked at Wanyue.

Seeing this, Wanyue turned around and hurried out of the alley.

Soon, more than a dozen assassins came and joined together and broke into the yard.

"The Beijing Criminal Division is investigating the case. Everyone, come out."

The people from Wutong Garden pretended to be from the Beijing Criminal Department, brought the portraits of Shen Zhuowen and Yan Lin, and called everyone out in the name of investigating a case.

And searched the house thoroughly.

These people thought they were just looking for a wanted criminal, so they were quite cooperative.

Moreover, he was dressed like someone from Dayan, and he seemed calm and composed.

Jiang Qingwu, who was standing on the roof, looked at the group of people and confirmed something.

Several of them were Fuye people who had previously assassinated Gu Yanbai, and she recognized them.

"Are you from Fuye?" Su Wenli asked in a low voice beside Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, gestured to Su Wenli, and then the two of them jumped down from the roof.

The leader may have recognized Jiang Qingwu and was cooperating with the investigation, but when he saw it was Jiang Qingwu, he immediately drew his sword and became alert.

"She is the Regent Princess, and she is here to kill us." The leader shouted, and everyone took out their weapons.

The assassins who surrounded them also quickly rushed forward and a fight broke out between the two sides.

Su Wenli stood beside Jiang Qingwu, making it difficult for him to be captured, and left with his sword drawn.

Feng Qizi, Wanyue, Su Wenli, and other well-trained assassins, soon killed half of the Fuye people and the rest were subdued one after another.

"Miss..." Feng Qizi walked towards Jiang Qingwu, took out the token he had searched and handed it to Jiang Qingwu.

The token is made of pure gold and has only one word "Ling" on it, but it is exquisitely carved, and there is a lifelike nine-clawed golden dragon engraved on the back.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the person kneeling in the front with a frown on his face and walked towards him.

"There are only three questions. If you answer them well, I will let you leave Dayan."

"If you don't answer well, I will make you... live a life worse than death."

The others refused to speak, like dead people. Only the leader looked up at Jiang Qingwu with questioning eyes.

"You, are you really willing to let us go?"

Jiang Qingwu heard the voice and sneered, "A gentleman's word is as good as gold."

"Okay, you ask."

"No hurry..." Jiang Qingwu said lightly, motioning to Feng Qizi.

The eight surviving Fuye people were immediately taken away by the assassins.

The dilapidated temple deep in the ghost market has been abandoned for a long time. Because it is next to a cemetery, there are not many people here.

When Jiang Qingwu arrived, his men had already lit a bonfire in the yard and had hidden sentries around.

"What are you going to do with them?" Su Wenli asked in a low voice.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the group of people who were forced to kneel in the yard and sat quietly at a table nearby.

"Cousin, no matter what you heard today, don't tell anyone, can you promise?"

"of course."

Jiang Qingwu nodded and winked at Feng Qizi.

Feng Qizi nodded, then tore open the cloth from the leading man's mouth and brought the man forward.

"Tell me first, your identity and mission."

The leader hesitated for a moment and said, "My name is Luke, from the Fuye tribe of Sang State, and a former military captain."

"I was ordered to lead the assassins into Dayan to assassinate Zen."

Jiang Qingwu listened silently and glanced at the other person carefully.

"You know who Zayn is, right?"

"Yes, it was the Gu man who escaped from Fuye."

The man named Luke hesitated and didn't dare to look up at Jiang Qingwu.

"Did you see him when you were in Fuye? Do you know him?"

"I know, but I haven't seen him. He is one of the few Gu masters who survived, so the tribe values ​​him very much."

The answer was straightforward, without any hesitation.

Naturally, this is also what Jiang Qingwu expected.

"Okay, then tell me, what was his name when you were in Fuye? Was he also called Zeen? Or was he called Gu Yanbai?"

Luke was stunned for a moment, looked up at Jiang Qingwu, and shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know, I just heard that his name was something like Ze..."

"Later, I was tortured on the execution ground. Because I didn't die, I was chosen to be a Gu master..."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Qingwu suddenly interrupted, stood up and walked towards him, "What does it mean to be tortured in the execution ground?"

"He is from Dayan. All prisoners of Dayan will be punished by heaven."

"That is... being tied to the execution ground for seven days, being whipped at night, and exposed to the sun during the day."

"One bowl of water a day. Only those who survive can become Gu masters. Those who die... it's God's will."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingwu looked at Luke in disbelief.

Su Wenli behind him also secretly clenched his back teeth and kicked the opponent on the shoulder.

"How dare you treat our Dayan people like this, bastards!"

Jiang Qingwu fiercely suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes and secretly clenched the sword in his hand.

"Go on, there are so many of you in Fuye, but you don't even know his name?"

Luke got up and shook his head, "As a Gu master, you only have a number, no one cares what you are called."

"What happened next? How did he escape from Fuye?"

"Two years later, the Sang Kingdom sent troops to encircle Fuyeh. In a great battle, we were defeated, so the clan leader asked Number Nine to poison the battlefield."

"But who would have known that in the chaos of the war, he would actually surrender to the enemy..."

"I thought that without the feeding of our priests, he would be bitten to death by the poisonous insects in his body. Who knew that not only did he not die, but he also became a prince."

"Since then, he has become the biggest shame of our tribe. That's why our tribe leader and priests have been sending people to hunt him down."

Jiang Qingwu listened to Luke's words quietly, feeling puzzled.

There is nothing wrong with escaping from Fuyeh, so why are Yan Xiuchen and Gu Yanbai unwilling to say?

Thinking about it, Jiang Qingwu looked at Luke and said, "Now answer me three questions."

"First, whose gold medal is this?" Jiang Qingwu asked, holding the gold medal he had found earlier.

"Mr. Bai gave it to us. He said that with this, we can pass every checkpoint in Dayan and go directly to the capital."

Jiang Qingwu nodded, and remembered that last time, the man named Bai Ge also met Fu Ye in the ghost market.

Mr. Bai, it should be him.

"The second question is, how many bases and people do you have in Dayan?"

"As far as I know, there are no more. Many people died before, and we are the only ones left."

Jiang Qingwu sneered and said, "You mean, you sent someone else?"

Luke nodded, then shook his head, "I don't know, not sure."

"Okay, last question."

"Can the poison in Gu Yanbai be cured? I mean, can he be separated from the poison and become a normal person?"

Hearing this, Luke looked at Jiang Qingwu in surprise, shook his head and said, "It should not be allowed. I have never heard of it."

"However, you need to ask the priest about this matter. He did all this."

Priest?! He should be a person who is second only to the first person in the Fuye tribe.

"What's his name and where is he?"

"In Fuye, his name is Wu Ming."

Luke blurted out, then knelt down and moved closer to Jiang Qingwu, "I've told you everything I know. You promised to let us go."

Jiang Qingwu's thoughts were pulled back. He looked at Luke who was kneeling in front of him, smiled slightly, and leaned closer to him.

"I have one last question for you. How do you want to die?"