Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Gu Yanbai’s words made Nan Xiuye ​​and Yan Xiuchen stunned.

After looking at each other, they seemed to have reached the same answer.

"What are you two looking at? If you have something to say, just say it."

Yan Xiuchen silently picked up the teacup and said calmly, "This bead can prove Yan Xue's identity. That palm strike could only have been done by King Suqing."

"If they wanted to get rid of someone, it would not be Zhuang Youwen's turn. It could only be that Zhuang Youwen ran into them by accident."

Nan Xiuye ​​nodded upon hearing this, "That's right, it can only be that when Zhuang asked about leaving the palace, he happened to run into their meeting, and maybe he heard something."

"So, he must die."

Gu Yanbai looked at the two of them with half belief and half doubt, pacing back and forth.

"This is just speculation. Gu Qing has tested her before."

"And that time, Huanyue held her hostage and scratched her neck. Doesn't this prove that she has no relationship with King Purge?"

Nan Xiuye ​​raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yanbai, looking at him with a smile, then lowered his eyes and sighed.

Seeing this, Gu Yanbai frowned and looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. You just feel bad because she's crying."

Gu Yanbai opened his mouth and was about to explain, but Nan Xiuye ​​interrupted him again, "Besides, doesn't this move look familiar to you?"

Gu Yanbai looked at Nan Xiuye ​​in confusion, shaking his head in bewilderment, "Why don't I understand? Does he look familiar?"

"You forgot that when he was still Bai Ruosheng, he once performed the same drama with Shen Zhuowen in the Regent's Palace." Yan Xiuchen looked up at Gu Yanbai.

Gu Yanbai suddenly realized something and walked closer to Nan Xiuye.

"You are indeed taught by the same master. Is this a common tactic used by your organization?"

Nan Xiuye ​​shook his head slightly with a somewhat bitter smile on his face.

"No, but he once taught us how to strike at the neck. It looks like a serious injury, but it is only a flesh injury and not life-threatening."

Nan Xiuye ​​said, turning to look at Yan Xiuchen, "What should we do now, capture her?"

"We need to take a long-term view. It is still unknown whether Yan Xue is an enemy or a friend."

Yan Xiuchen murmured, and then fell into deep thought. After a long silence, he turned and called out to the door, "Zhong Quan."

"The slave is here."

"Pick two smart palace maids and send them to Yan Xue quietly. Tell them to keep an eye on her every move."

"Yes, slaves follow the order."

Gu Yanbai looked at Zhong Quan who was leaving, walked towards the Bilan Lake outside the palace, and sighed thoughtfully.

"Now that I think about it, it would be great if she was really the heartless, arrogant Fourth Princess..."

Nan Xiuye ​​looked at Gu Yanbai's back, then turned to look at Yan Xiuchen, "We still need to arrange for other people to take charge of the coronation and coronation ceremonies. This matter cannot be delayed."

Yan Xiuchen nodded slightly, but then he remembered something, "The Jiang family is preparing for Zhuang Youwen's funeral at the Zhuang Mansion. In two days, you can go there with Gu Qing."

Nan Xiuye ​​bowed his head and saluted upon hearing the words, "Yes, I will obey your command."

……

The lotus flowers at the end of June are in full bloom.

Even the continuous drizzle cannot stop the flamboyant colorfulness and warmth.

The manor house was not very big, but there was a large lotus pond in the side yard with pink lotus flowers in full bloom.

One lotus leaf after another presents the flowers that have bloomed to their fullest to everyone's eyes.

The sky was gloomy and the rain was drizzling, but most of the court officials and guests coming and going were not afraid and even felt a little cooler.

They gathered in groups of three or four, and the air was filled with the sound of conversation.

Until outside the main courtyard, a resounding announcement was heard, "The Queen has arrived, Prince Ling An has arrived..."

Upon hearing the sound, everyone hurriedly gathered towards the main courtyard and knelt down.

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Queen, and to Prince Ling'an..."

Jiang Qingwu was wearing a plain satin brocade robe and a white flower hairpin on her head. There was not a single gaudy color on her body.

As if to cater to the foggy sky and rain.

Although the guards only reported the Queen and Prince Ling'an, Yan Xue and Gu Yanbai were following behind her.

The people welcoming the mourning hall at the front were Jiang Qingyu, and there was Zhuang Qing kneeling at the door, and her little nephew beside her.

Jiang Qingwu looked at Zhuang Qing who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. He couldn't help but slow down his steps towards Zhuang Qing.

Fear or uneasiness, it seems like both.

But in the end, she stopped in front of Zhuang Qing. When she leaned over to pull her, Zhuang Qing pulled her hand back while crying, took a few steps forward, and tightly grasped Jiang Qingwu's skirt.

Perhaps it was because the force was too great, or perhaps Jiang Qingwu was caught off guard for the moment, this pull almost pulled Jiang Qingwu down.

Nan Xiuye ​​subconsciously reached out to help, then silently let go and gestured to Wanyue who was standing beside him.

Wan Yue was about to pull Zhuang Qing away, but Jiang Qingwu stopped her, "Don't touch her."

Zhuang Qing knelt in front of Jiang Qingwu, crying silently and gesticulating with her hands.

"Girl, Zhuang Qing begs you to avenge my brother. My brother died so tragically...Girl, I don't want anything. I just want the murderer who killed my brother to pay for his life."

There was silence all around, the guests just watched this scene, no one dared to step forward and say more, and occasionally some small voices could be heard, but they could not suppress the waves in Jiang Qingwu's heart.

Seeing Zhuang Qing crying and talking, Jiang Qingwu's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"She...what is she talking about?" Yan Xue might be feeling guilty, so she came forward and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Qingwu's face suddenly turned cold, and he murmured in a low voice, "She said she doesn't want anything."

"She said that her brother died tragically... She wanted me to avenge her brother and make the murderer who killed her brother... pay for her brother's life."

Yan Xue's heart trembled slightly and she swallowed her saliva involuntarily. Looking at Zhuang Qing who was kneeling on the ground with swollen eyes, she clenched her fists involuntarily.

Jiang Qingwu didn't look back, but he could vaguely feel Yan Xue's uneasiness.

"Zhuang Qing is fifteen years old. She was born in May and just had her coming-of-age ceremony."

Jiang Qingwu murmured, and Yan Xue also came back to her senses, "May?"

"Yes, she is still dumb and cannot speak. She lost her parents, brother and sister-in-law before and almost ended up living in the market."

"Now, her only brother has reached the fifth rank, and she has finally become a daughter of an official family. But now... it's all just a dream."

Jiang Qingwu said this and turned to look at Yan Xue, his eyes cold as he stared at her quietly.

"Yanxue, I remember that you were born... in September."

"You are... about the same age as her."

Yan Xue was distracted by what she heard, and a hint of sadness gradually appeared on her uneasy face.

"My mother is gone, and my brother is wanted..."

"Your mother contacted the court officials, formed a clique, and deceived the emperor."

"Your brother colluded with the enemy, killed thousands of soldiers, executed court officials, and forced Emperor Xuanhe to abdicate."

"And your uncle and your cousin, each of them climbed up by stepping on the corpses of others."

Jiang Qingwu sneered when he saw this, "Of course, I am also a person who climbs up by stepping on the corpses of others...but..."

Jiang Qingwu turned around and looked at the mourning hall. He said with a firm tone and a choked voice, "But Zhuang asked again."

"He never hurt anybody, not even a cat or a dog."

Jiang Qingwu's voice was not loud, and only a few people nearby could vaguely hear it.

But Yan Xue heard it clearly and froze in place for a moment.

When I came to my senses, Jiang Qingwu had already pulled Zhuang Qing up, and Nan Xiuye ​​had already burned incense and paid tribute to Zhuang Youwen.

Just as Yan Xue was looking at the mourning hall and feeling a little scared and guilty, Jiang Qingwu suddenly spoke.

"Yanxue, go and light some incense."