Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

The eldest prince's palace is located in Anshun Lane, the most remote area of ​​Shangyang Street in the north city.

Although this place is also a gathering place for dignitaries, their location is much more remote than that of Yan Xiuchen and Jiang Qingwu.

When Jiang Qingwu and Wanyue were invited into the prince's mansion, they discovered that the mansion was not even as good as the residence of an ordinary minister.

Although the house is not small, with many layers of villas, there are almost no guards and not many servants.

After entering the inner courtyard, you can see many abandoned places.

The small bridge and flowing water are dry.

Pavilions and towers were also buried by weeds.

Jiang Qingwu followed a guard all the way, looked around, and was finally brought to Lianxin Garden.

It is quite lively here, with two guards guarding the door. There is a lake with running water inside, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom.

From far away, I could hear the sounds of laughter and playing.

"Here, here, little grandson, here, come here and catch me."

Little grandson?!

Jiang Qingwu just followed the sound and a boy rushed out from behind the rockery and bumped into her.

Jiang Qingwu looked at his grandson, who was about three or four years old, and tried hard to think of him in his memories of his previous life.

The eldest prince did have a child, but the child fell ill and died not long after she returned from the battlefield in Xiling.

now……

Jiang Qingwu stared at him, vaguely realizing something in his heart.

What did she change that allowed him to survive?

The little prince had a cloth covering his eyes. When he bumped into Jiang Qingwu, he felt something was wrong and pulled it off.

"You... who are you?" The little grandson looked up and asked, blinking at her.

Before Jiang Qingwu could come to his senses, the nanny and two maids behind him came hurriedly to greet him.

"Greetings, Miss Jiang. You are so polite..."

Jiang Qingwu looked at the three people kneeling not far away, and sized up the little emperor's grandson. "Who are you? What's your name?"

"My name is Yan Xu, and my father is a prince..."

Jiang Qingwu nodded gently, leaned over and squatted down, "My name is Jiang Qingwu, and I'm a guest in your house."

"Then..." Yan Xu looked at the nanny next to him, then looked at Jiang Qingwu, "Should you bow to me, or...should I bow to you?"

"How dare you." A light shout came from a distance.

When Jiang Qingwu looked up, he saw the eldest prince's wife Fu Li.

The eldest prince's wife is the legitimate daughter of a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. Three generations of her family have been scholars. Her two brothers have both entered officialdom, and one of them unfortunately died while working on flood control many years ago.

Another one died on the way while trying to negotiate with the State of Xichang.

The two legitimate sons of the Fu family died one after another, and the family power gradually declined.

The eldest prince had been ill for many years and was not taken seriously, so the two of them were naturally neglected.

But it’s okay. In their previous life, except for the loss of a son, the couple lived in peace.

In her memory, until Yan Lin ascended the throne, the couple lived peacefully in this courtyard.

"Hello, Miss Jiang." Fu Li's shout brought Jiang Qingwu back to his senses.

Jiang Qingwu reacted and bowed slightly to Fu Li, "You are polite, Princess of the Crown Prince."

"I dare not accept such a gift from the young lady. If it is the opinion of the Prince Regent, I should call the young lady aunt."

"If we look at it from the perspective of Dayan, the young lady should be the queen in the future."

Fu Li waved to the nanny as he spoke, "Take Ah Xu out to play."

"Yes."

Jiang Qingwu looked at the people walking away and walked closer to Fu Li. "Nothing has been determined yet."

"I am neither worthy of being called an aunt nor dare to dream of being the queen."

"So, she, the princess, can just call me Miss Jiang."

Fu Li lowered his eyes slightly, as if seeing through Jiang Qingwu's caution, and gestured to him, "Please..."

Jiang Qingwu followed Fu Li to the pavilion by the lake. As soon as they sat down, someone came over holding a box.

"The servant has gone to make tea. Miss Jiang, don't mind. The box contains the clothes that Ah Xu made in Tianyi Pavilion."

Jiang Qingwu looked at Fu Li in surprise. Seeing her open the box seriously and push it towards him, Jiang Qingwu also realized something was wrong.

It was so strange that they invited her here with such great fanfare, and then showed her the newly made clothes without even serving her tea.

Jiang Qingwu didn't say anything. He frowned slightly and looked into the wooden box.

On the neatly folded robe lay a letter and a bloody knife.

Jiang Qingwu was startled and looked up at Fu Li, "Is it like this when I received it?"

"There was no signature on the letter. I opened it without permission, but it was like this when I came."

"The eldest prince is in poor health. He was so frightened by this scene that he coughed up blood. He just took medicine, so I invited you here without permission."

While listening to Fu Li's words, Jiang Qingwu opened the letter.

[One month to force Yan Xiuchen to ascend the throne and become emperor, otherwise both father and son will die.]

Jiang Qingwu read the short sentence in the letter and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, then he picked up the dagger.

It is not an ordinary dagger. There is a dragon pattern engraved on the handle, the blade is sharp, and it is finely forged.

"Why did you invite me here? Why didn't you go directly to Yan Xiuchen..."

Hearing this, Fu Li smiled bitterly and said, "I dare not."

"Miss Jiang, how capable do you think I am?"

"Although the eldest prince is not a coward, he is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs. He will just let life take its course no matter what it is."

"But now that disaster has come and it is beyond our control, we naturally have to find a way out."

Jiang Qingwu looked at Fu Li and sighed secretly, "You don't think that this letter and this threatening knife were sent by Yan Xiuchen."

"Why should the Regent do this?"

"He's already sitting on the dragon throne."

"Although I don't know the exact reason, the lives of our family of three are in the hands of the girl and the regent."

Fu Li said this and then slowly stood up.

Jiang Qingwu saw Fu Li was about to kneel down and hurriedly stopped him, "Don't kneel down to me..."

"Girl... don't you want to help?"

"No, I will definitely help you, but you don't need to kneel." Jiang Qingwu agreed, turned around and put away the letter and dagger.

"I'll take the box with me. I know about this matter now."

"It'll only take a month, so don't be nervous."

Jiang Qingwu said this, then stood up and gestured to Wanyue behind him.

Wanyue nodded slightly and silently picked up the box.

Fu Li was a little surprised, and looked at Jiang Qingwu in confusion, "You... you just agreed to help?"

"Did you really agree to help me, or are you just trying to please me..."

Jiang Qingwu was startled, then smiled when he heard the voice, "Of course I really agreed to help."

Yes, of course it is true.

Not to mention the power of the eldest prince's family, I'm afraid they even live in poverty.

Be it in the past life or this life, I have never caused them any trouble. If I lose my life again because of them, it would be very unfair.

Fu Li still seemed a little unconvinced. Seeing Jiang Qingwu was about to leave, he followed him with some uneasiness.

"I have no relationship with the eldest prince, the Jiang family, or the regent..."

Before Fu Li finished speaking, Jiang Qingwu suddenly remembered something and stopped, "There is something I want to ask you..."

"You said."

"Last fall... that is, when Yan Lin and I broke off our engagement, Yan Xu... maybe he was seriously ill?"