Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

The wet clothes were not changed, and in the Beijing Criminal Department, only a black cloak was given to Yan Xiuchen.

Yan Xiuchen was holding a golden bronze fan in his hand, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and a chilling aura emanated from his whole body.

Wherever he went, everyone was too frightened to make a sound.

Jiuhan Jiuye looked at Yan Xiuchen's gloomy face and seemed a little cautious.

"Godfather..."

"Where are the people?" Yan Xiuchen said in a low voice.

"She's locked in the torture room. The young master said she's good at martial arts, so she's locked very tightly." Jiuhan said as he asked someone to open the door of the torture room.

"Your Majesty..." When the Chief of the Capital Criminal Department saw Yan Xiuchen coming in, he hurried over to greet him.

Yan Xiuchen looked at Huanyue, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was covered in blood, and waved his hand at Jiuhan, "Tear off her face... for me."

Jiuhan was stunned for a moment, then drew his sword and went to take it, but just as he took the sword, his hand stopped.

Not only Jiuhan, Jiuye and Nan Xiuye, but even Yan Xiuchen himself, seemed to be torn apart by something.

At this moment, Yan Xiuchen finally understood why Gu Yanbai failed by the Bilan Lake.

Why didn't Nan Xiuye, who was so skilled, catch Huanyue that day?

"Godfather..." Jiuhan turned and looked at Yan Xiuchen.

Seeing Yan Xiuchen staring at Huanyue with eyes as sharp as knives without saying a word, he turned around, raised his hand and stabbed the knife into Huanyue's shoulder.

"what……"

The intense pain suddenly woke Huanyue up, and her scream was deafening.

Huanyue, who had regained some consciousness, found herself tied to a cross with Nan Xiuye ​​and Yan Xiuchen standing in front of her.

"You're reluctant... to kill me, right?" Huanyue sneered, raising his head slightly with blood all over his face.

Yan Xiuchen looked at Huanyue and walked towards her, approaching her step by step.

He stopped very close to her and looked at her face carefully and seriously.

Huanyue was a little panicked. She swallowed her saliva secretly and tried to remain calm, "What do you want to do?"

"This face does not belong to you. I want to peel off this skin..."

Yan Xiuchen grabbed Huanyue's chin as he spoke, and then the golden bronze fan opened, revealing the tip of the knife at the fan bone.

Before Huanyue could come to her senses, the tip of the knife cut the skin near her ear.

The intense pain made Huanyue struggle desperately, and she shook off Yan Xiuchen's hand that was pinching her face.

"No, no, no, Yan Xiuchen..." Huanyue blurted out, but came back to her senses in an instant.

“No, Your Majesty, Your Majesty… I am, I am Jiang Qingwu, I am Gu Qing…”

When Yan Xiuchen heard her calling him Yan Xiuchen, his heart tightened slightly, but when he heard her calling him Your Majesty again, he calmed down instantly.

"I am... I am Jiang Qingwu. I am Gu Qing."

"I am the one you love the most...how can you bear to...bear to..."

"The person I love the most?" Yan Xiuchen shouted angrily, snorted coldly, and grabbed Huanyue's collar.

With a sudden tug, he tore off her clothes, revealing her fair skin on her chest.

"There is an arrow wound on her shoulder, which was caused in the dungeon of Shanshui City before."

"The injury lasted too long, and the arrow wound was too deep, leaving a scar..."

Yan Xiuchen murmured, feeling a surge of bitterness and intense pain in his heart, and then he sneered and suddenly let go of her.

"You are Jiang Qingwu? Humph, do you think that if you change your face, you will become Jiang Qingwu?"

Yan Xiuchen was angry and turned around and waved at Jiuhan.

"If you don't tell me Gu Qing's whereabouts within one stick of incense, I will peel off her skin..."

“Start with the face.”

Jiuhan heard the voice and bowed in agreement, "Yes, son, obey your command."

Seeing that Jiuhan was serious, Huanyue was so scared that she shrank back repeatedly.

Yan Xiuchen turned his back to Huanyue. Seeing this, Nan Xiuye ​​also turned around and walked towards Yan Xiuchen.

Hearing the tragic screams behind him, Yan Xiuchen's eyes turned cold and his face turned pale.

"I said... I said, I said, Jiang Qingwu is at Fengxiangpo."

"Ten miles outside the North City Gate, there is a cave deep in the forest at Fengxiangpo. Old Man Xu is there!"

Hearing Huanyue speak, Nan Xiuye ​​stepped forward quickly and asked, "Who is Old Man Xu? How many people are there? Why did he take Qingwu away?"

Jiuhan let go of Huanyue, who gradually calmed down and said hesitantly, "Old man Xu is Xu He, the witch doctor of Fuye..."

"I will be responsible for sending the person over, and he will be responsible for changing Jiang Qingwu's face."

Yan Xiuchen suddenly clenched the golden bronze fan, rushed over with pupils shaking, "What did you say?"

"Change the face. Change it to...Shen Wanrong's face...Shen Wanrong requested it."

"Shen Wanrong...you..." Before Nan Xiuye ​​could finish his words, Yan Xiuchen turned around and ran away.

Fengxiangpo is not a strange place. There are villages and villagers nearby.

It’s just that the hillside is large, and in some places the villagers plant trees, while in some places they chop wood. The roads in the deep forest are difficult to walk on, and there are not many people.

There are also several places close to valleys and deep pools, and the villagers dare not go there.

When Jiang Qingwu woke up drowsily, he heard the crackling sound of firewood. Half of his body felt warm, while the other half was icy cold.

A strong smell of alcohol came, and Jiang Qingwu was completely sober.

I was tied to a stone bed, with my hands and feet fixed tightly with iron chains.

On one side of the stone bed was a deep pool, and on the other side was a messy stone table, and various bottles and jars, medicinal herbs, spirits, skulls, and some things she couldn't see.

Just as Jiang Qingwu was struggling in panic, an old man with unsteady gaits walked towards her.

His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with pockmarks. He was extremely ugly, with a hunched back and a lame leg. He walked with a limp and was extremely slow.

After getting closer, Jiang Qingwu realized that the smell of alcohol came from him. He was holding a knife in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and was getting closer and closer to her.

"Don't come over here. Who are you? Let me go..."

"Calm down, little girl, don't be so excited... I won't kill you, I just like your face..."

The old man walked slowly, and then stopped, tilted his head back and poured the wine into his mouth.

Jiang Qingwu was suddenly startled and understood something in an instant.

"Witch doctor, are you a witch doctor from the Fuye tribe?"

When the other party heard Jiang Qingwu's words, his face suddenly changed and he suddenly quickened his pace and moved over.

Jiang Qingwu was so frightened that his body trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to hide, but he couldn't break free from the chains on his hands and feet.

"Who told you? Who? How do you know I'm a witch doctor from the Fuye tribe?"

Gu Yanbai brought him here, so he is one of ours after all.

Jiang Qingwu thought about it and blurted out, "Prince Zen, I am your best friend..."

"Gu Yanbai?!" Xu He's face darkened, and he cursed with gritted teeth, "Bah, that little jerk, what prince..."

"Back then in Fuye, if it weren't for me, he would have died from the poisonous insect."

"Later... later..." Xu He muttered, as if he had forgotten something, and then he went back to drinking.

Jiang Qingwu struggled with the chains on his hands and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "So you also hate that little jerk. I almost hate him to death."

Hearing this, Xu He suddenly came to his senses and came closer with a smile, "You don't like him either...Okay, okay, can you catch him for me, please?"

Jiang Qingwu nodded hurriedly upon hearing this, "Okay... He can't beat me, so let me go and I'll help you catch him."

"Haha, okay, okay..." Xu He smiled and agreed repeatedly, then took out the key from his arms and was about to open the chain.

But just as he was about to make his move, the knife in Xu He's hand fell to the ground.

With a "bang", Xu He seemed to be awakened by something. He suddenly withdrew his hand, stuffed the key into his arms, and bent down to pick up the knife.

"No, that's not right. Someone, someone said they would help me catch him."

"But...I have to change your face first."

Jiang Qingwu was shocked and looked at Xu He with a numb body, "You...what did you say? Change your face?"

The old man nodded repeatedly, smiled as if in a state of surprise and madness, and muttered in a daze.

"Yes, that's right, face-changing..."

"It's just cutting your face with a knife, grinding the bones where necessary, stuffing things where necessary, and finally sewing the face back together..."