Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

With the door closed, the Buddhist hall became darker and colder. Only the sunlight coming through the window had a strong warmth.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the empress dowager, who was so quiet that it was unbelievable, and slowly walked towards her.

In the past, she was arrogant and looked down on others, but now she has become like this.

She didn't believe it and was full of surprise and confusion.

"It's all over. Those who deserved to die and those who didn't deserve to die are all dead..."

Jiang Qingwu looked at the expression on the empress dowager's face calmly, but there was no change at all.

It was as if all this had nothing to do with her.

"The one who deserves to die is Yan Su, the late emperor... The one who shouldn't die is Nan Xiu Ye..."

When Jiang Qingwu heard about Nan Xiuye, his eyes darkened and his expression became more stern, "It's not just Nan Xiuye."

"Actually, you are also a member of the Jiangnan party, right?"

"Ever since Yan Chong faked his death and left Beijing, he has planned everything for himself."

"Shen Wei, who faked his death on the border battlefield, Yan Su, who died loyally for him, Prince Pingqing, who was sent to Jiangnan to hide his identity, Yan Xiuchen, who openly monitored the government and state affairs, and you, who helped with the aftermath of the harem."

"Shen Wei is on guard, Prince Pingqing is protecting, Yan Su is secretly planning, Yan Xiuchen is acting openly, and you assist in the harem."

"What a perfect combination!"

"What is the purpose? To kill Gu Yanbai and monitor all those who know about it? To make Yan Xiuchen a puppet to continue to hold power?"

Jiang Qingwu paced beside the Queen Mother, and it was only at this moment that she completely understood the situation.

The Queen Mother sighed softly, raised her eyes slightly and said, "You are really, very smart, and everything you said is right."

"I had no choice but to fake my death and leave Beijing. All these arrangements have only two purposes."

"One is revenge, and the other is to make Yan Xiuchen his puppet so that he can continue to hold the imperial power of Great Yan."

"It's a pity that Gu Yanbai is not dead, and Yan Xiuchen has fallen in love with you again..."

"Maybe it's God's will..."

Jiang Qingwu sneered when he heard the voice, his face darkened and he said firmly, "It's not God's will, it's karma. There are causes ten years ago, which lead to the results today."

"How many innocent people have been killed by this cause and effect."

"What about you? How much blood is on your hands? Do you remember how many people you have killed?"

"I can't count them all..." The Queen Mother sighed softly, raised her eyes to the Buddha statue in front of her and murmured, "Perhaps, I have killed the most people..."

"What happened back then happened in the harem. The palace maids, eunuchs, and maids... almost all of those who knew about it and exposed their tracks died at my hands..."

"You're right. Nan Xiuye ​​is not the only one who shouldn't die."

"Nan Xiuye..."

The Queen Mother smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Nan Xiuye ​​is a poor child, and her mother is also a poor woman. They met the wrong man, and both mother and son suffered a lifetime of sorrow."

"I will pray for them..."

Pray for blessings? Humph!

Jiang Qingwu was furious and found it ridiculous. "No, he doesn't need you to pray for him, and you are not worthy of praying for him."

“You have killed so many people, and now you are kneeling in front of the Buddha, do you think you can become a Buddha right now?

"In my opinion, it's just an evil ghost in Buddhist clothes!"

The Queen Mother did not refute, but murmured silently, "Amitabha..."

A cry of "Amitabha" slowly calmed Jiang Qingwu's emotions. After calming down a little, Jiang Qingwu walked closer to the empress dowager.

"There is something I want to ask you. Please tell me the truth."

"Queen, please speak..."

"In the past, Queen Mengjia was forced to have an abortion and was imprisoned by Yan Chong because she avenged her late husband. Can you participate in this matter?"

"I asked someone to replace the abortion pills."

The Queen Mother blurted out without thinking, then clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.

"I lost two sons in a row and was already resentful. When I learned that Queen Mengjia was pregnant with someone else's child, I volunteered to help Yan Chong solve the problem."

"After losing his son, Yan Chong imprisoned Queen Mengjia on the pretext that she was heartbroken and mad. Later, she really went mad, and from then on, Langting Palace became a cold palace."

Jiang Qingwu stared at the Queen Mother and suppressed the turmoil in his heart. "Let me ask you again, is the death of Xifeng Palace Gu Xijia related to you..."

"After Gu Xijia gave birth to that girl, I realized something was wrong."

"At that time, Yan Chong was not good at sex. Before Gu Xijia became pregnant and gave birth to a child, there had been no children in the palace for many years."

"I was suspicious, so I investigated secretly... Later, when I found out that she had an affair with Lu Changqing, I informed Yan Chong."

Jiang Qingwu looked at the Queen Mother with dilated pupils, unable to believe it.

"So it's you! No wonder they were involved for so many years, how could they be discovered in one day."

Jiang Qingwu snorted coldly, looked at the empress dowager kneeling on the futon, turned around and paced slowly.

"If Gu Yanbai heard these words..."

"Of course I am willing to atone my sins," interrupted the Queen Mother.

Then, the Queen Mother suddenly changed the subject, "There is something I want to ask you..."

"You said."

"Yan Chong is dead, but he died at the hands of Gu Yanbai."

"What do you think?" Jiang Qingwu murmured, then turned and walked out.

"I want to ask you a favor..." The Queen Mother suddenly called Jiang Qingwu from behind.

Then he slowly stood up and walked closer to him, "If Gu Yanbai wants to seek revenge on me, I will wait for him to die."

"If not, please help me."

"I want to go to Puling Temple to practice, and never set foot in the palace again in this life. There will no longer be a queen mother like me in the harem."

Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, then his expression gradually turned cold and calm.

"In the past two days, some ministers in the court have proposed to bring Concubine Zhong back to the capital and make her the empress dowager..."

"Yan Xiuchen...has already agreed."

"That's great!" The Queen Mother whispered, walking closer to Jiang Qingwu, "If you can agree to my request, I will recite scriptures every day and pray for you."

Pray for her? Ridiculous!

"Pray for me, then there is no need."

"If he really agrees... from now on, you will kneel before the Buddha to atone your sins, recite scriptures every day, and pray for peace and prosperity for the country of Dayan, and for the good health of His Majesty!"

After saying this, Jiang Qingwu left the Buddhist temple directly.

Yuya, who was outside the Buddhist temple, wanted to go in again, but was stopped by Jiang Qingwu.

"You don't have to go. Be careful not to teach the baby in your belly bad things."

Yuya looked at the Buddhist hall hesitantly, then looked at Jiang Qingwu. Seeing Jiang Qingwu leaving on his own, she turned around and followed him.

……

Not long after coming out of Fenghe Palace, Yuya's pace slowed down.

"Where is my father?" Yuya blurted out in a low voice. She seemed to have guessed something but did not dare to speak out.

Jiang Qingwu said nothing, turned his back to Yuya, and slowly stopped.

Jiang Qingwu guessed that she was going to ask this, but he didn't know how to answer her.

That day in the Regent's Palace, she was held hostage by Cheng Xiang's wife and had met Yan Chong.

She knows nothing about the grudges, the right and wrong.

To her, she was a princess, the emperor's youngest and most beloved daughter.

That man was not a bad person, he was just the father she admired.

"Go...go to where he should go."

Yuya frowned and pulled Jiang Qingwu, "What do you mean by going to where he should go?"

"What happened? Why didn't my father die? Why didn't King Suqing die? Why did he become a traitor? And the rebels that day, and..."

"What are your identities in asking these questions about court affairs?" A voice suddenly suppressed Yuya's questioning.