Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

When Wan Yue and Zhuang Qing appeared at the Regent's Palace, Beiyuan was still empty.

The torches in the yard flickered in the moonlight and with the wind.

The sky is full of twinkling stars, as if everything is returning to peace like the twinkling stars.

From a distance, Wan Yue saw Jiang Qingwu sitting on the floor in the main hall drinking from a jar of wine, and she couldn't help but grab Zhuang Qing who was beside him.

"The girl's business has been completed. She asked me to ask you before taking you to Beiyuan..."

Zhuang Qing looked at Wanyue and nodded slightly.

"The girl said that the enemy who killed your eldest brother is in there. If you want to take revenge with your own hands and kill someone, your blood will be stained and you can't wash it clean."

"From now on, I will learn martial arts from you, the flashing of swords and sabers, there may not be a peaceful life."

"If you want to live a peaceful life, she will avenge you. From now on, you will live a peaceful and prosperous life without having to get involved..."

Before Wanyue finished her words, Zhuang Qing walked away briskly and went straight to the main hall.

Wanyue opened her mouth and wanted to call Zhuang Qing, but she didn't say anything.

He walked in a hurry, but when he saw Nan Xiu Ye, he was startled and paused.

"..."Zhuang Qing bowed to Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu also came back to his senses, looked at Zhuang Qing, pointed somewhere not far away, and leaned back on the wooden bed behind him.

"The man is there, and the knife is there too..."

Zhuang Qing raised her eyes slightly and looked at Yan Su in the distance, fear and hatred intertwined on her face.

Wanyue looked at Jiang Qingwu who was a little drunk and leaned towards him.

"Girl... stop drinking. You're injured. You can't drink like this..."

Jiang Qingwu looked at Wanyue, staggered to sit up straight, slowly reached out and hugged her.

"Wan Yue...promise me that nothing will happen to you, okay..."

Wan Yue nodded repeatedly, tears falling down her face, "Okay, girl, I won't leave you..."

"That's good. Be good and don't get into any trouble. Don't leave me..." Jiang Qingwu let go of Wanyue and gently stroked the tears on Wanyue's face, but his own tears fell uncontrollably like threads.

"Go, look after that girl..." Jiang Qingwu gently pushed Wanyue, and Wanyue came back to her senses.

Only then did he realize that Zhuang Qing was holding the knife that Jiang Qingwu had placed on the table and walking towards Yan Su.

"Gu Qing..." Yan Xiuchen's voice came from afar, getting closer and closer.

Wanyue and Zhuang Qing couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Xiuchen running towards him. He felt even more sad in his heart, like a child who had been wronged, but he also hid some resentment towards Yan Xiuchen in his heart.

Whether it was King Yan Su of the Purge or Emperor Yan Chong of Shun'an, Yan Xiuchen and them were ultimately inseparable relatives, and they had even been allies from the beginning.

Although she felt resentful and even thought that she had wronged Yan Xiuchen, she could not control herself.

Looking at Yan Chong who was tied to the pillar and was fine, Yan Xiuchen just paused for a moment and then quickly walked into the main hall.

"Gu Qing..." Jiang Qingwu was sitting in the main hall. Yan Xiuchen saw her at a glance, rushed over and hugged her in his arms.

"Gu Qing...I'm sorry, I'm late!"

"Are you okay? Where's Nan Xiuye?"

When Jiang Qingwu heard Nan Xiuye's name, her eyes went from blurred to clear, and then she couldn't help crying.

"I'm sorry for him..."

"I'm too late, Yan Xiuchen... I didn't have time to save him, I didn't even have time to see him for the last time..."

Jiang Qingwu's voice was sobbing, and Yan Xiuchen realized something in an instant.

Yan Xiuchen's head buzzed and his heart tightened. Only then did he vaguely notice the makeshift wooden bed in front of him.

Yan Xiuchen let go of Jiang Qingwu and slowly stood up.

Looking at Nan Xiu Ye lying on the wooden bed covered in blood, his eyes instantly turned red and he froze in place.

"No... Impossible..." Yan Xiuchen murmured and walked towards him in disbelief.

She was still wearing the same clothes she had worn when she left the palace. Except for the blood on her face, which was wiped off by Jiang Qingwu, the rest of her clothes had not been tidied or wiped clean by Jiang Qingwu.

The body was already cold, and the hands had lost their warmth and softness.

"Xiu Ye...you, you promised me, you said, you said you would be safe..."

Yan Xiuchen tightly grasped Nan Xiuye's cold hand, his body bent weakly, his head lowered, his heart filled with self-blame and regret.

Clearly, she was a fine person a few hours ago, but now when they meet again in front of him, they are separated forever.

"Did Yan Su kill him?" Yan Xiuchen murmured, looking up at Yan Su who was tied to a pillar in the distance.

When he entered the room, he caught a glimpse of him. Now, when he looked over, he was sure that the man with a broken arm, covered in blood and tied up was Yan Su.

He guessed what happened, but at this moment, he still couldn't believe that Yan Su could really do this to his own son.

Jiang Qingwu was awakened by Yan Xiuchen's words, and suddenly raised his eyes to look into the distance, "Why don't you do it?"

Zhuang Qing reacted, grasped Jiang Qingwu's knife tightly with both hands, and slowly approached Yan Su.

Seeing this, Yan Xiuchen subconsciously walked towards Zhuang Qing and the others, "Zhuang Qing..."

Yan Xiuchen blurted out, and just after he took a few steps, Jiang Qingwu suddenly stood up and stood in front of Yan Xiuchen.

He pulled out the soft sword from Wanyue's waist and pointed it at Yan Xiuchen, "You dare!"

With a roar, Yan Xiuchen immediately stopped.

But seeing Jiang Qingwu who couldn't even stand, he couldn't help but reach out to help her subconsciously.

But just as he grabbed her arm, Jiang Qingwu pushed him away.

"If you want to stop me because of your mentorship or uncle-nephew relationship, don't blame me for being rude to you..."

Yan Xiuchen's eyes were red as he looked at Jiang Qingwu in front of him. His heart was broken. Crystal clear tears flowed down his cheeks silently, hiding all the pain and sorrow.

Yan Xiuchen was a little dazed, and slowly reached out and held Jiang Qingwu's sword-holding hand.

"I'm not trying to stop it. The rebellion needs a culprit. It needs..."

Before Yan Xiuchen could finish his words, Jiang Qingwu staggered and sneered, then turned to look at Zhuang Qing and the others.

"I heard you, Zhuang Qing. Be careful. If you keep his head, he will be beheaded at the execution ground."

Jiang Qingwu staggered towards Nan Xiuye, and the knife in his hand fell out of his hand.

"He said that he avenged Brother Asheng..."

"Now... I have avenged him!"

Jiang Qingwu staggered and held onto the wooden bed as he spoke, "Yan Xiuchen, can we hold the funeral in the Prince Regent's Mansion?"

"He likes the time he spends in the palace, so let's hold it there, okay..."

Before Jiang Qingwu could finish his words, Yan Xiuchen stepped forward, supported him, and picked him up.

Looking at Jiang Qingwu who was gradually getting drunk in his arms, and looking at Nan Xiuye ​​who was covered in blood in front of him.

Yan Xiuchen felt as if something was pulling at his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Leave him with a whole body."

Yan Xiuchen said something to Wanyue, then carried Jiang Qingwu into the inner room.