Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

Dingyuan Hou's actions were as fast as lightning. Gu Qinlan's men did not expect Dingyuan Hou to do it himself, so they did not stop him. When everyone came to their senses, Gu Qinlan stared at Dingyuan Hou with a serious look, who had drawn out the dagger and staggered back.

"Qin Lan, father has avenged your mother! Sob! Please forgive father for being blinded by this woman for so many years."

Marquis Dingyuan collapsed to the ground, heartbroken, his face twisted with deep pain and despair.

Gu Qinlan pursed her lips slightly, glanced at Yao's body, and said calmly:

"I will move my mother's grave. This place is too dirty."

Gu Qinlan packed up Jiang Qingyu's remains personally without any hesitation, and left resolutely without looking back.

Marquis Dingyuan's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to stop it, but suddenly remembered something and remained silent.

After Gu Qinlan left the Gu family's ancestral tomb and boarded the carriage, he suddenly spoke:

"Marquis Dingyuan's behavior is unusual."

Gu Qinlan frowned, her intuition telling her that she had overlooked some details.

First of all, this operation should have been extremely secretive, but Marquis Dingyuan was able to appear at the scene at the right time. Was this a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement?

Secondly, Gu Qinlan never believed that Dingyuan Hou had any true feelings for her mother, not to mention that he would cruelly execute Yao for her mother.

Finally, she proposed to move her mother's remains. According to common sense, how could Marquis Dingyuan easily agree to such a request?

With so many suspicious points intertwined, Gu Qinlan deeply felt that there must be something fishy about this matter!

Thinking back to what happened just now, when she mentioned the Soul-Soothing Nail and other things, the confusion in Yao's eyes did not seem to be pretended. Gu Qinlan closed her eyes and sank her fingers deeply into her palms.

When he opened his eyes again, a cold light flashed in Gu Qinlan's eyes, and he asked coldly to Wocan:

"You said that the carriage was damaged the day before Jinlan was escorted back?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Go and check immediately how the carriage was damaged! Also... make sure to find out all of Marquis Dingyuan's whereabouts during these days!"

Now that the truth has been thoroughly clarified, I must personally avenge Qing Yu so that she can rest in peace and her soul can be at peace!"

After saying this, Marquis Dingyuan stabbed the sharp dagger into Yao's abdomen without hesitation, and cruelly stirred it a few times.

Yao's eyes were filled with deep hatred, but she was unable to utter a sound due to suffocation, and eventually died with hatred in her heart.

Dingyuan Hou's actions were as fast as lightning. Gu Qinlan's men did not expect Dingyuan Hou to do it himself, so they did not stop him. When everyone came to their senses, Gu Qinlan stared at Dingyuan Hou with a serious look, who had drawn out the dagger and staggered back.

"Qin Lan, father has avenged your mother! Sob! Please forgive father for being blinded by this woman for so many years."

Marquis Dingyuan collapsed to the ground, heartbroken, his face twisted with deep pain and despair.

Gu Qinlan pursed her lips slightly, glanced at Yao's body, and said calmly:

"I will move my mother's grave. This place is too dirty."

Gu Qinlan packed up Jiang Qingyu's remains personally without any hesitation, and left resolutely without looking back.

Marquis Dingyuan's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to stop it, but suddenly remembered something and remained silent.

After Gu Qinlan left the Gu family's ancestral tomb and boarded the carriage, he suddenly spoke:

"Marquis Dingyuan's behavior is unusual."

Gu Qinlan frowned, her intuition telling her that she had overlooked some details.

First of all, this operation should have been extremely secretive, but Marquis Dingyuan was able to appear at the scene at the right time. Was this a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement?

Secondly, Gu Qinlan never believed that Dingyuan Hou had any true feelings for her mother, not to mention that he would cruelly execute Yao for her mother.

Finally, she proposed to move her mother's remains. According to common sense, how could Marquis Dingyuan easily agree to such a request?

With so many suspicious points intertwined, Gu Qinlan deeply felt that there must be something fishy about this matter!

Thinking back to what happened just now, when she mentioned the Soul-Soothing Nail and other things, the confusion in Yao's eyes did not seem to be pretended. Gu Qinlan closed her eyes and sank her fingers deeply into her palms.

When he opened his eyes again, a cold light flashed in Gu Qinlan's eyes, and he asked coldly to Wocan:

"You said that the carriage was damaged the day before Jinlan was escorted back?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Go and check immediately how the carriage was damaged! Also... make sure to find out all of Marquis Dingyuan's whereabouts during these days!"

Gu Qinlan's instruction made her face look solemn instantly. She looked a little surprised and asked doubtfully:

"Miss, your words seem to imply... you are doubting something?"

Gu Qinlan pursed her lips slightly and did not continue her speech. She just leaned weakly on a corner of the carriage and closed her eyes, as if she was taking a nap.

If things were really as she speculated, then... her mother's life was really too miserable.

After returning to the palace, Gu Qinlan specially instructed his servants to find a more auspicious Feng Shui site, and made a special trip to the ancient temple on the mountain outside the city to invite eminent monks to hold a ceremony to pray for his mother's soul and bury her again.

If it were in her previous life, Gu Qinlan might have been skeptical about these superstitious things, but she is still confused about why she was able to be reborn again, which is enough to prove that the mysteries of the world are far beyond what ordinary people can understand.

With the mentality of believing it is better to believe it, she decided to pray for her mother's soul. The prayer ceremony naturally required her mother's birth date and time, so Gu Qinlan gave her mother's birth date and time to Master Yuantong, a senior monk at Luding Mountain.

After examining it, Master Yuantong handed the birth chart to his disciple Ta Yan behind him and gave him instructions on how to prepare. Gu Qinlan clearly saw that when Ta Yan took the birth chart, his face suddenly changed, and he seemed to be very surprised.

"Master Ta Yan, you look so surprised. Is there something unusual about your birth date and time?" Gu Qinlan asked curiously.

"Ta Yan?" Upon hearing this, Master Yuantong turned his gaze to Ta Yan, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Master Ta Yan was immediately panicked, and quickly clasped his hands together, shook his head slightly and explained:

"But this horoscope shows that this person should have been rich and noble, but died young. It's really a pity."

After hearing this, Master Yuantong frowned and said seriously: "All living beings are equal, and the distinction between rich and poor is not fixed. Isn't the death of the poor worthy of regret?"

"Master is right. I am short-sighted." Master Ta Yan bowed and admitted his mistake quickly.

Master Yuantong then waved his hand gently, signaling Ta Yan to leave, and then turned to Gu Qinlan and bowed to express his apology.

Gu Qinlan smiled slightly, seeming to be unconcerned. As he turned around, he whispered to Xiang Zhu, "Send someone to secretly monitor Ta Yan."

"As ordered."

With the help of Master Yuantong, Jiang Qingyu was soon buried again.

On the day of the burial, Zheng Dinglian, the old princess, and the three children also came. The little ones all looked serious and tense, standing beside Gu Qinlan in a serious manner.

Gu Qinlan looked at these children, then turned his gaze to Zheng Dinglian and the old princess, and said with a sigh:

"Mother, this matter is actually my private matter, you don't need to come in person."