Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Shen Wanrong didn't know where she got the strength from, she pushed away the bustling crowd and rushed directly towards Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu had a calm smile on his face.

As soon as she got there, the two guards behind her suddenly appeared and immediately blocked her way.

"Jiang Qingwu, you bitch, you hurt me..."

Jiang Qingwu did not refute, but silently took off his cloak and wrapped it around Shen Wanrong.

"This is not the place to talk. Don't worry, I will come to see you."

When Shen Wanrong heard this, she became even angrier.

All the previous grace, courage and steadiness are gone.

Like a mad woman, she threw her cloak to the ground and pounced on her again.

"I want your life!"

But this time, before the person arrived, she was interrupted by a loud shout from behind.

"The imperial edict has arrived. Shen Wanrong is here to receive it."

With a loud shout, everyone, including the common people, knelt down.

Eunuch Fu, the deputy chief steward of the emperor.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Lord Liu holding the imperial edict, followed by two young eunuchs and imperial guards.

"Long live my emperor."

The people on the long street shouted in unison, and Shen Wanrong suddenly came back to her senses.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu also bowed silently.

"Your servant... accepts the order."

"The Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims that Shen Wanrong, the daughter of Duke Shen, has a lack of moral integrity and a dishonorable reputation, which has damaged the reputation of the royal family."

"The marriage with the Third Prince is hereby annulled."

"At the request of Duke Shen of the Shen family, Shen Wanrong was removed from the family genealogy, expelled from the Duke's Mansion, and confined to Puling Temple. She is not allowed to leave without an imperial decree."

"I hereby give thanks."

"No, I don't believe it. My father will not abandon me..." Shen Wanrong shouted, and suddenly stood up and snatched the imperial edict.

But the next moment, Eunuch Fu waved his hand to the people from the Jingfu Division and said, "Why are you still standing there? Send him to Puling Temple."

Jiang Qingwu felt mixed emotions as he watched Shen Wanrong struggle with the people from the Jingfu Division.

Banned from Puling Temple? Just banned from Puling Temple?

Although she knew that this result was the best the Shen family could hope for.

This was also the best punishment Yan Xiuchen had ever gotten in front of the emperor.

But how can it be just like this?

Her cousin was humiliated to death, her second brother was killed by her own hands, and Xing'er was killed by their Shen family.

But Shen Wanrong can live well.

The Shen family expelled them from the family tree and that was it!

Jiang Qingwu was indignant. Looking at Shen Wanrong being dragged away, he wanted to rush over.

But the next moment, Jiuhan grabbed his wrist.

"Miss Jiang, please." Jiuhan said in a low voice, motioning towards Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu then discovered that Yan Xiuchen was in a carriage not far away.

Jiang Qingwu watched Yan Xiuchen lift the curtain and gesture to her, and her thoughts gradually calmed down.

"Is this the place you said to find her?" Jiang Qingwu said indignantly as soon as he got in the car.

Seeing this, Yan Xiuchen reached out to Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu looked at Yan Xiuchen in astonishment, puzzled for a long time, and slowly extended his hand.

Seeing the slender and tender hand falling into his palm, Yan Xiuchen held it gently and seriously.

"You want her to die, right? Then she must not live."

"Besides, you can let him die anytime you want."

Jiang Qingwu heard the voice and suddenly realized.

He has been abandoned by his family and the royal family, and confined to Puling Temple, a place where he is not allowed to leave for life.

Dead or alive, it doesn't matter, no one will care.

Jiang Qingwu thought for a moment and chuckled, "I understand."

Yan Xiuchen gently squeezed Jiang Qingwu's hand and lowered his voice.

"The token of love that I gave you is not just a thing for you to enjoy."

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood something and nodded seriously.

"Got it. I'll take it to Puling Temple tonight... to see the scenery."

……

Puling Temple is one of the royal temples.

Although it is a temple, except for a few nuns, there are only maids and eunuchs from the palace.

But more often they were concubines who were not favored by the previous emperor, or nobles who had made mistakes.

They call it praying for the country and cultivating one's character.

However, the Puling Temple is high, bitterly cold, and sparsely populated, just like a prison.

Especially in winter, there is a shortage of supplies and people are short of food and clothing.

No one comes here on weekdays.

But today is very lively.

At night, at the hour of Hai.

The backyard of Duke Shen's mansion was filled with assassins who were heading to Puling Temple.

"Uncle, I will definitely rescue my little sister this time."

Shen Zhuoqi was dressed in black, wearing a mask and a cloak, and holding a sword.

Shen Chengshan nodded gently and patted Shen Zhuoqi's shoulder.

"Try not to hurt anyone, be quiet, save Wanrong, and go to the countryside first."

"Yes, uncle, don't worry."

Shen Zhuoqi's parents died early, and he has been growing up under the care of Shen Chengshan for many years.

Over the years, he has devoted himself to studying literature and practicing martial arts. Although he has not achieved as much as the eldest son of the Shen family, he is still a thousand times better than Shen Zhuoran.

This time when the Shen family got into trouble, he naturally would not stand idly by.

But they didn't know it was just such a coincidence.

At that time, Jiang Qingwu had already arrived outside Puling Temple.

Jiang Qingwu, dressed in dark casual clothes, went up the mountain quietly with Wanyue, Luo Ming, and two personal guards.

It was late at night, cold and windy, and the temple gates were closed.

The two guards knocked on the door for a long time before a little nun from the temple came running with a lantern to open the door.

Jiang Qingwu was wearing a black cloak, and the hood on the cloak covered him completely.

In the dim light, the little nun held up the lantern, trying to see clearly who was coming.

Jiang Qingwu didn't look up, but took out the jade token given to her by Yan Xiuchen and presented it to the other party.

"I want to see Shen Wanrong!"

The little nun looked at the jade token for a long time, then turned pale with fright.

He staggered back a few steps and opened the door, "Sir, please."

When the little nun saw Jiang Qingwu and the others come in, she hurried back to report to the abbot of the temple.

In less than a moment, the nanny in charge of temple affairs and the abbot came out from the house.

"Greetings to the noble man."

"No need to be polite. Since this is a worldly matter, I won't bother the host. Just let Madam take me there."

"Yes, please help yourself."

Shen Wanrong was locked up in the back yard, and the nanny walked in front of her carefully, holding a lantern.

"This Shen Wanrong was sent here today, and she kept yelling and refusing to stay still, so we locked her up in the backyard."

As soon as the nanny finished speaking, she could faintly hear Shen Wanrong's shrill cry.

"Let me out, I am the daughter of the Shen family, I am the daughter of Duke Shen..."

"You maggot-rotting bastards, when I get out, I'm going to make you pay."

Jiang Qingwu heard the shout, sneered, and then reached out to Wanyue.

Seeing this, Wanyue immediately handed over an ingot of gold.

"Mammy, it's very cold in the temple. This ingot of gold is to keep you away from the cold and suffering."

When the nanny holding the lantern saw this, her eyes suddenly lit up and she hurriedly picked it up with both hands.

"Hey, Mammy..."

"If you take my gold, you must know that there are some things you cannot mention, some words you cannot say, and some people... you have not met them either."

"...Yes, yes, I understand, my lord, please rest assured."

As she spoke, the maid handed over the key to the meditation room with both hands, "Please make yourself at your leisure, sir."

"it is good."

Seeing the nanny leave tactfully, Jiang Qingwu winked at Luo Ming and said, "Go meet the host and make some arrangements."

"Yes, girl."

"You two, stay here and don't come near."

After arranging everyone, Jiang Qingwu took Wanyue to open the door of the meditation room.

But Shen Wanrong seemed to have heard her voice and knew she was coming.

As soon as she opened the door, Shen Wanrong stabbed at her with a dagger.

"Bitch, go to hell."