Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Returning to the Corridor Palace, it was still as quiet and messy as before.

It was quiet all around. Without the eeriness of last night, it was covered with a layer of coldness.

Jiang Qingwu was dressed in luxurious clothes, standing in the yard, looking around, like an outsider.

"Miss, I'll go take a look around." Wanyue came over with a low voice.

"Be careful." Jiang Qingwu nodded, echoed, turned around and saw Gu Yanbai.

He was wearing a moonlight-white brocade robe with wide sleeves and elegant ink embroidery, looking like a clean and pure young man from an aristocratic family.

For a moment, Jiang Qingwu was a little dazed.

How could such a fair and beautiful girl with a dignified figure be poisoned in childhood and hunted when she was young?

A person who was trapped in the Fuyeh tribe, wandered around for many years, and escaped death time and time again in the darkness.

"Don't think that just because I didn't look at you, I don't know you were looking at me." Gu Yanbai turned sideways and looked up at a ginkgo tree in the distance.

After leaving behind a few words, he leaped onto the treetop, took down half a piece of black cloth on the treetop, and then flew down and landed steadily.

Jiang Qingwu came back to his senses and hurried over to him, "What?"

"This material seems to be very valuable..." Gu Yanbai stared at the cloth.

Seeing that Gu Yanbai didn't quite understand, Jiang Qingwu took the cloth from Gu Yanbai's hand and asked, "Do you know how you were discovered when you pretended to be Jiang Jiu?"

Gu Yanbai was startled and looked at Jiang Qingwu in surprise, "Why are you bringing this up again?"

"Your biggest flaw in impersonating Jiang Jiu is the fabric of your cloak."

"This material is a tribute, called Yuejin. The embroidery on it is a unique embroidery technique in Jiangnan. This cloth is a tribute from Jiangnan. There are only a few dozen pieces of cloth every year. This year's cloth has not arrived yet. It should be last year's."

Gu Yanbai looked at Jiang Qingwu with doubt and pointed at the cloth in her hand, "You can't even hold a needle, but you know about embroidery and cloth?"

Jiang Qingwu chuckled and turned to look at Gu Yanbai, "Do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

"I am the daughter of the Marquis's family. Although I have been practicing martial arts since I was young, I also know a little about history, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

As he spoke, Jiang Qingwu threw the cloth in his hand back to Gu Yanbai, and then added another sentence.

"This material is not mine, and Fengxiang Palace doesn't have such good fabric."

Gu Yanbai's eyes tightened, and he looked up at the treetops, "This tree is not low, the treetops are even higher."

"Without the help of the roof and other things, you may not be able to climb up."

Jiang Qingwu opened his mouth, but had to admit it.

This ginkgo tree is in the middle of the yard. To climb over the roof and step only on the treetops, one needs to be extremely skilled in martial arts.

Not to mention, from the ground, out of thin air.

Gu Yanbai can do it, but she can't.

"Are you trying to say that this cloth was left by the person who attacked me last night?"

Gu Yanbai glanced at Jiang Qingwu, turned around and smiled, then sat down on the stone edge beside the pond in the yard.

"Interesting, really interesting. Nan Xiuye ​​said that it was a woman who led him to save you last night."

"And you said that it was Yan Xiuchen who attacked you last night."

"If it's A-Chen, this fabric and this lightness skill would be suitable."

"If it's a woman..."

Jiang Qingwu was thinking about something, then nodded and said, "You mean you've never seen a woman with such good Qinggong skills."

"Besides, the fabrics that Fengxiang Palace doesn't have are only available in Yan Xiuchen, right?"

Gu Yanbai nodded gently and looked at the cloth in his hand with a smile, "You speak so highly of this cloth, but you don't have it, so Yan Xiuchen must have it."

"Are you serious? Do you really suspect Yan Xiuchen?" Jiang Qingwu looked at Gu Yanbai in disbelief.

She accused Yan Xiuchen of being a joke.

If Gu Yanbai said it at this time, it might not be the case.

Gu Yanbai saw Jiang Qingwu looking at him seriously, and then he smiled, "Don't you also suspect that Yan Xiuchen did something to stop you from investigating the crazy woman and the dead child?"

"Yes, I do doubt it, but... Yan Xiuchen will not let me lie here for the whole night, nor will he go to such lengths to lure Nan Xiuye ​​to find me."

When Gu Yanbai heard Jiang Qingwu's words, he chuckled secretly, as if he had guessed in his heart that Jiang Qingwu was pretending to have amnesia.

"So, just because of this, you have given up your doubts?"

"I think it was Yan Xiuchen who did this. He didn't want you and me to investigate the past."

"This woman and child are obviously hiding a secret."

Jiang Qingwu sighed softly, turned around and walked towards Gu Yanbai, "It's useless even if he doesn't want to. He hides it and refuses to say anything. He also doesn't allow me to find it myself. Have I checked it myself?"

"If I didn't know anything, I would just pretend to be confused."

"But now that I have remembered it myself, I naturally don't want to give up and continue to be a confused person."

Jiang Qingwu thought of the scene in his dream when he lost his memory, as well as the images and memories that flashed by, and his words became more and more certain.

Gu Yanbai was smiling secretly at first, but as he listened, he vaguely realized something.

"You remembered? What did you remember?"

Jiang Qingwu was startled for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, "No, nothing..."

"I remembered...I remembered that I was the queen. The imperial physician said that my amnesia was only temporary...I just remembered a little bit."

Jiang Qingwu spoke haltingly and Gu Yanbai didn't believe it.

He had just concluded that Jiang Qingwu was pretending to have amnesia, and when he remembered now, he was certainly not remembering the Queen.

Although he vaguely realized something in his heart, he did not continue to ask, nor did he continue to think about it.

"Remembering something may not be a good thing. Sometimes, I envy you for being able to lose your memory..."

“Some painful memories will not be left behind, and people can live happier.”

Jiang Qingwu's thoughts turned, and he looked at Gu Yanbai playing the flute with sorrow in his eyes, and couldn't help asking, "Are you unhappy?"

Gu Yanbai looked at Jiang Qingwu not far away, stood up and looked around and said, "What can I be happy about in this place?"

“I almost died here.”

Jiang Qingwu suddenly remembered something and nodded slightly, "How did Queen Mengjia die that year?"

"I don't know. After that incident, Achen and I never heard any news about her again."

"He was probably executed in secret."

"Does she have a child?" Jiang Qingwu looked at Gu Yanbai puzzledly.

Gu Yanbai came back to his senses, turned around and sat towards Jiang Qingwu, "Didn't I tell you long ago that she went crazy because her child died."

Yes, if she wasn’t crazy, she wouldn’t have kidnapped Yan Xiuchen and Gu Yanbai and wanted to poison them to death.

Jiang Qingwu nodded in sudden realization, and then asked, "Who is the dead child?"

Gu Yanbai was also puzzled. Just as he was thinking about something, Wanyue shouted from a distance, "Girl... Sir, we found the child."

Hearing Wanyue's shout, the two immediately went to the backyard.

Wanyue had already dug the child out from the open space near the bamboo forest in the backyard.

It was the curtain she had torn off last night that was wrapped around the child.

Seeing Gu Yanbai leaning over, Jiang Qingwu didn't move closer, but just stood quietly behind him.

"How did you find out?"

"The girl said that the child had been dead for many years, so I thought it would be useless for her to take the child away."

"Seeing that the soil here is soft, I thought of giving it a try."

Gu Yanbai covered his nostrils with his fingers with one hand and gently opened the package with the other hand.

"This child... has been dead for at least ten years."