Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

In the dark room, only moonlight was shining in the room, and a faint glimmer of sword light could be seen in the darkness.

Following the sword, Yan Xiuchen saw Shen Zhuoran raising his hands and looking at the person in front of him with horror.

"Originally, I wanted to let the people of your Shen family live for two more days... but today, you brought it upon yourself!"

Jiang Qingwu held Shen Zhuoran's sword and approached step by step.

Shen Zhuoran was so scared that he swallowed his saliva repeatedly and forced a smile.

"You, don't do anything rash. I...I was just joking with you. How dare I...dare to touch you."

"Who are you? How dare you touch me!" Jiang Qingwu shouted angrily, and then suddenly remembered something, and murderous intent grew in his eyes.

"Do you know... what it means to give someone a taste of their own medicine?"

As he spoke, Jiang Qingwu swung his knife and slashed his neck.

"Don't..." A cry of surprise came to an abrupt end.

Shen Zhuoran covered his neck, vomited blood, and then fell to the ground and died.

Shen Wanrong, you killed my second brother and I killed your second brother. It's fair.

Jiang Qingwu murmured in his heart, looking at the dying Shen Zhuoran, his body softened and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Yan Xiuchen stepped forward, supported her, and then wrapped his cloak around her.

"I'm late!" Yan Xiuchen used his inner strength to change his voice, but he couldn't hide the tenderness in his heart.

Jiang Qingwu's heart tightened slightly, and he looked intently at the stranger in front of him.

Although the veil was replaced by a mask, Jiang Qingwu still recognized the voice.

It was the man in black who had snatched her box and rescued her from the palace.

"It's you again! Who... are you?" Jiang Qingwu looked at Yan Xiuchen with suspicion.

But Yan Xiuchen did not answer. He sheathed the two swords and stuffed them under the jade belt at the back of his waist, then bent over and searched Shen Zhuoran's body.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the people who were busy with their own things, took two unsteady steps back, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What are you looking for?"

"Antidote for cartilage powder." Yan Xiuchen agreed and took out a medicine bottle.

After smelling it, he poured out two small pills and handed them to Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu chuckled and shook his head, "The effect of the cartilage powder has almost dissipated. I... I'm not sick because of the cartilage powder."

It was definitely not because of the cartilage powder. He had just exchanged two moves with Shen Zhuoran and was hit by his palm.

Coupled with the previous injuries, I don’t know if it’s because I let down my guard, but I actually felt pain in my heart and wounds, and my whole body felt weak, as if I was about to fall apart.

It was only then that Yan Xiuchen discovered that she was injured.

In the dim room, with the help of moonlight, Yan Xiuchen carefully opened his cloak and vaguely saw the wet blood on his shoulder.

"You...how do you know that I was poisoned by cartilage powder?"

"The Shen family is good at using poison. If it weren't for the cartilage powder, you wouldn't have been caught with your skills."

Yan Xiuchen lowered his head to check the injury, agreed without raising his head, and then grabbed Jiang Qingwu's wrist to feel his pulse.

"I have some internal injuries, and the wounds have festered. I will go back first."

As soon as Yan Xiuchen finished speaking, Jiang Qingwu shrank back cautiously, "I won't go with you."

"It's none of your business." Yan Xiuchen growled, and then tried to hug her forcefully.

But as soon as he got close, Jiang Qingwu swung his sword and put it on his neck.

Yan Xiuchen suddenly stiffened and looked at Jiang Qingwu with some worry.

At this moment, there was a sharp look in her eyes, and her body was covered with blood and dirt.

His face looked as pale as paper in the moonlight, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

"In Yan Lin's mansion, you snatched the box from me. You can come and go freely in the palace, and you know that I am in danger..."

"who are you?"

Yan Xiuchen lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the bloody sword blade on his neck, and whispered, "Jiangjiu."

"…The one who saved you."

"If you want to know my identity, you must first survive."

Yan Xiuchen looked at Jiang Qingwu with sharp eyes, and slowly reached out to take the sword from her hand.

Jiang Qingwu really didn't have the strength to fight on any longer. As soon as the sword slipped out of his hand, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Xiuchen's pupils dilated slightly, and he quickly embraced the person in his arms and picked him up.

Jiang Qingwu in his arms couldn't open his eyes, but his thoughts were still clear.

"Help me... tell Yan Xiuchen, don't, don't let the Shen family... discover Shen Zhuoran so quickly.

"Okay." Yan Xiuchen agreed in a low voice, walking out quickly but steadily.

"Also, tell him that Shen Wanrong...is at the Liushan Hall in Xicheng. When she sees Wanyue, Luo Ming will obey your orders."

Yan Xiuchen hugged her, not daring to hold her too tightly, nor too lightly, as if he could feel her weakness and pain.

It was as if he had been stabbed, especially when he thought of his anger and suspicion towards her today.

"Okay, I'll send you... to the Regent's Palace, and you'll be able to see him soon."

Perhaps because he had explained everything, Jiang Qingwu's consciousness gradually became blurred and he began to mumble nonsense.

"I, I didn't mean to kill you just now...Jiang, Jiang Jiu!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiuchen looked at the person in his arms with eyes full of heartache, and murmured in a low voice, "I know... I know."

As soon as Yan Xiuchen and Jiang Qingwu arrived outside the city gate, they ran into Jiuhan.

Jiuhan drove a carriage with his personal guards, and after receiving the pigeon message from Yan Xiuchen, he hurried over to greet him.

"Oh..." Jiuhan saw Yan Xiuchen and quickly dismounted, "Godfather, Miss Jiang."

Yan Xiuchen didn't say anything, he got off the horse, carefully hugged Jiang Qingwu, and got on the carriage.

"Godfather, should we go back to...Shunqing Marquis' Mansion, or..."

Yan Xiuchen hesitated for a moment, looked at Jiang Qingwu in his arms, and whispered in agreement, "The palace."

"Yes."

The carriage hurried back to the palace, and Yan Xiuchen in the carriage slowly took off his silver mask.

At midnight, people were hurrying around in the palace, yet it was extremely quiet.

In the west wing, Tang Zhi and two maids were guarding Jiang Qingwu.

When Wanyue received the news and rushed over, the imperial physician had already examined the injury and prescribed medicine.

"Girl..." Wanyue shouted and rushed towards Jiang Qingwu who was beside the bed.

Seeing this, Yan Xiuchen, who was not far away, frowned slightly and said, "Wan Yue!"

Wan Yue's mind was entirely on Jiang Qingwu. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She turned around and saluted Yan Xiuchen, "Your Highness, thank you for saving my girl."

"Give this letter to Marquis Shunqing, and you go back to the mansion first."

"Your servant... Your servant will stay..."

"No need. If you stay here, you will attract too much attention." Yan Xiuchen said as he handed the letter to Wanyue and then gestured to Jiuhan.

Jiuhan nodded slightly and came over to pull Wanyue.

"Your Highness, I..." Before Wan Yue could finish her words, Jiuhan pulled her out of the door.

"Someone, send her out through the back door." Jiuhan ordered, lowering his voice and saying to Wanyue, "Godfather values ​​Miss Jiang more than his own life, don't worry."

Wan Yue stared at Jiu Han in a daze, nodded in a daze, and bowed slightly, "Then I'll leave."

Not long after Wanyue left, Jiuye hurried back from outside.

As soon as he entered the room, Yan Xiuchen realized something and sent away Tang Zhi and two maids, leaving only the father and his three sons in the room.

"Godfather..." Jiu Ye shouted, looking at the screen blocking the bed in the distance, and lowered his voice.

"Godfather, I followed your instructions and buried those men in black quietly."

"And Shen Zhuoran has been thrown into a mass grave. I'm afraid he will be eaten by wild dogs and wolves in a few days."

"By then, even if the Shen family finds him, his face will be unrecognizable and his body will be incomplete."

Yan Xiuchen listened to Jiu Ye's words with a cold and indifferent look in his eyes, as if he remembered something.

But when he turned around and looked at Jiang Qingwu in the distance, a hint of gentleness appeared in his eyes again.

"...Just think of it as revenge for your elder brother." Yan Xiuchen secretly clenched the golden bronze fan in his hand and murmured in a low voice.