Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Jiang Qingwu did not call Wanyue, nor did he notify anyone. After hurriedly leaving Shangyang Palace, he went straight out of the palace.

When Yan Xiujin chased after him, Jiang Qingwu had already jumped on his horse at the palace gate.

Seeing the man disappear in a flash, Yan Xiujin grabbed the guard at the palace gate.

"Report to His Majesty immediately and tell him that the Queen has left the palace in a hurry." As he said that, Yan Xiujin mounted his horse and chased after her.

Half an hour later, Yan Xiujin finally caught up with Jiang Qingwu, but found that he was in the western suburbs execution ground he had mentioned.

"Western Suburbs...execution ground?" Yan Xiujin rode his horse side by side, and suddenly froze as he looked into the distance.

The Western Suburbs Execution Ground is very close to the labor camp, halfway up the mountain.

After passing through the forest road, there is a large open space, which has been abandoned since the incident that year.

Now it is overgrown with weeds, with only a wooden pillar standing there.

"Is this the execution ground in the western suburbs that you mentioned..." Jiang Qingwu murmured in a trance.

Yan Xiujin also came back to his senses and nodded, "Yes, there is only one execution ground in the western suburbs of the capital, but..."

Before Yan Xiujin could finish his words, Jiang Qingwu dismounted from his horse and headed towards the execution ground.

"Sister-in-law... This place has been abandoned for a long time and is overgrown with weeds. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet, what are you doing here..."

Yan Xiu Jin kept shouting, dismounted and chased after him, but in Jiang Qingwu's ears, Yan Xiu Jin's voice became smaller and smaller.

My mind is full of images from the dream, even more than what I saw in the dream.

She had been injured in the valley before, with a head injury, and she had dreamed of a massacre scene with hundreds of people kneeling in front of her.

At the command, everyone's heads were chopped off.

And now, the bloody scene was right before her eyes.

Jiang Qingwu staggered and pushed aside the weeds around him, looking straight at the pillar in the distance.

I vaguely saw the person standing on the high platform in my dream.

"Everyone is guilty of death, beheaded immediately..."

The man was wearing military armor and holding a sword in his hand, and he was surrounded by soldiers dressed as royal guards.

"It's unfair, it's unfair, we are wronged..."

There is an eighty-year-old man above and a five or six-year-old child below.

Most of them were men, all of whom were tied up tightly and kneeling on the ground.

"The time has come, kill..." an order was given.

The soldiers and guards immediately stepped forward in unison, each raising their swords.

Although someone covered her eyes, she could still see the heads rolling down through her fingers.

"Imperial sister-in-law...Imperial sister-in-law, what's wrong, Jiang Qingwu..."

Yan Xiujin looked at Jiang Qingwu, who was standing there frozen in place with a dazed look on her face, and shook her repeatedly.

Jiang Qingwu suddenly woke up, but not completely.

His eyes were still fixed on the pillar in front of him, but he reached out and grabbed Yan Xiujing's clothes.

"Look, help me see who is on the stage? Is it Prince Suqing or your father?"

Jiang Qingwu asked, pointing at the empty pillar.

Yan Xiujin's face changed drastically when he heard this. He swallowed his saliva and looked into the distance.

Looking at the empty, even somewhat dilapidated pillars, he shook his head in a trance and said, "You, what's wrong with you? There, there's no one there."

"No, no, there's someone, there's someone..." Jiang Qingwu let go of Yan Xiujin, turned around and walked towards the pillar platform.

"I just can't see clearly. I can't see who it is. The people they executed should be the people from the Gu family you mentioned. I saw it with my own eyes."

"They are crying out for injustice. There are many of them, including the elderly and children."

"I was standing at the very back and I saw them being beheaded with my own eyes."

Jiang Qingwu was mumbling to himself in a loud voice, as if he was trying to figure out something, but his words were incoherent.

“Who are those people on the stage? Why can’t I see what they look like?”

Jiang Qingwu was almost in front of the pillar platform when his steps slowly froze.

Jiang Qingwu raised his eyes and looked at the pillar platform, as if the man was right in front of him, but no matter how he looked, the man's face was blurry.

When she glanced around, she realized that everything around her had turned into the scene of that day.

She was like a spectator, watching everything around her.

Everyone's face gradually became clear: old men, women and children kneeling on the ground, some looking unwilling, some with their heads lowered.

Some just stretched their necks to die, while others sobbed quietly.

Until she looked into the distance and saw herself hiding under a big tree behind the guard at the back.

She was wearing a green dress and had her hair in a simple bun. She must have been only eight or nine years old at that time.

The person who quietly appeared behind her and covered her mouth was Yan Xiuchen.

Yan Xiuchen, seventeen or eighteen years old.

Dressed in white, his young and tender face was filled with panic.

Jiang Qingwu looked into the distance and was about to rush over, but was blocked by the guards who rushed forward.

But they didn't come to stop her, they came to chop off her head.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the raised knife, then looked at himself and Yan Xiuchen in the distance.

When Yan Xiuchen raised his hand to cover her eyes, the head rolled down under the knife.

Jiang Qingwu was so frightened that he could not help but step back repeatedly, bumping into the pillar behind him. He turned around and looked up, but his eyes widened...

"Jiang Qingwu, don't scare me, Jiang Qingwu..." Yan Xiujin looked at Jiang Qingwu who was standing alone beside the pillar and staggering and fell, and rushed forward hurriedly.

Seeing Jiang Qingwu falling to the ground and looking at the stage in horror, Yan Xiujin couldn't help but look towards the stage.

But it's still empty.

"Sister-in-law, what are you looking at? What on earth did you see..."

"Impossible, impossible..." Jiang Qingwu pushed Yan Xiujing away, stood up and rushed to the stage.

"It's impossible, it's fake, it's all fake, it's a dream, it's just a dream, it can't be you..."

"Jiang Qingwu, calm down, be sober... Jiang Qingwu..." Yan Xiujin grabbed Jiang Qingwu's arms tightly and trapped him.

But Jiang Qingwu still struggled hard, crying and shouting, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, it's all fake..."

When Yan Xiuchen and Gu Yanbai arrived with a group of people, Yan Xiujin was grabbing Jiang Qingwu, who was flailing around and crying.

"Gu Qing..." Yan Xiuchen shouted, dismounted, and hurried over here.

Jiang Qingwu struggled but failed, and fell to the ground exhausted.

When Yan Xiuchen came over, Yan Xiujin was still hugging her tightly.

"So I'm in love..."

Hearing Yan Xiuchen's shout, Yan Xiujin subconsciously let go.

Only then did he realize that he was surrounded by the personal guards of Shangyang Palace, as well as Gu Yanbai and Jiuhan who were hurrying towards him from a distance.

"Brother Emperor..."

Yan Xiuchen took off his cloak, quickly held Jiang Qingwu, who was lying on the ground, in his arms, and comforted her again and again.

"Gu Qing...it's okay, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay...I'm here."

No matter whether you are awake or still trapped in a dream.

But after hearing Yan Xiuchen's voice, Jiang Qingwu gradually calmed down.

Yan Xiuchen looked around and his eyes instantly turned red. He buried the person in his arms a little deeper.

She used her hands to cover everything she could see, "Be good, don't be afraid, everything you see is fake, just a dream..."

"Don't worry... I'm here, everything will be fine..."