In my past life, I was buried alive! Reborn, I'll overturn the capital.

Chapter 72 Clues

Looking at every familiar yet unfamiliar blade of grass and tree in the palace, Jiang Qingyue's heart remained unsettled for a long time.

Every step from here on out must be taken with extreme caution.

In his previous life, because he had been harmed by Jiang Chuchu at a young age, this whole thing never happened. They were unwilling to spend time on him and directly carried him into the Eastern Palace, fearing that his maternal grandfather's return would affect their plans.

In this life, their reputation is not ruined, and they have even been accepted as disciples by Master Xue. They must give an explanation to the world for their actions and can only wait for their maternal grandfather to return.

Therefore, the path to the palace is still unknown. What one will encounter and how one should deal with it all require careful consideration at every step.

Jiang Qingyue noticed the strange looks she received from the palace maids around her, but she didn't care. It seemed that the Empress was also trying to save face so that no one could say anything wrong. The governess she sent was conscientious and responsible and did not deliberately make things difficult for Jiang Qingyue. Jiang Qingyue also pretended that they had just started getting to know each other, and the two sides got along peacefully.

On the third night after Jiang Qingyue entered the palace, a slight noise came from the window, followed by a faint smell of blood. Jiang Qingyue immediately picked up the dagger under her pillow as a precaution.

The moment the figure flipped over and entered through the window, Jiang Qingyue raised her dagger and stabbed directly at the figure.

The newcomer dodged away, and before Jiang Qingyue could make a move, she heard a low voice say, "Miss, it's me, Wuming!"

Jiang Qingyue quickly withdrew her hand; the sharp edge of the dagger was only an inch away from Wuming's neck.

Jiang Qingyue knew that he was holding back because of her status; otherwise, she would never have been able to get close to him.

"Why are you here? This is the palace! Are you out of your mind?!" Jiang Qingyue glanced at the windowsill, then pulled Wuming to the corner. In the moonlight, she could finally see Wuming's appearance clearly.

"Are you injured?" Wuming's blue clothes were soaked in blood, and his face and neck were also covered in blood, as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood.

No, this shouldn't be his blood. Only after asking did Jiang Qingyue realize that with such a large amount of blood loss, he would have died long ago.

"I'm fine, it's not my blood." Wuming felt genuine concern on Jiang Qingyue's face, something he had never experienced before.

"They were all the blood of my people, I killed them!" Wuming's tone was flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Qingyue had already guessed that he would become a slave because someone close to him had framed him, but she never expected that person to be one of his own clansmen.

"Were you injured?" This was his family matter and his secret, and Jiang Qingyue wouldn't pry into it.

Wuming was taken aback. He had expected Jiang Qingyue to be filled with hatred upon learning that he didn't even spare his own family, but her reaction...

Wuming felt a lump in his throat; after all, he was still just a young boy!

He mumbled a reply, "No. Aren't you curious why I killed them?"

"It's good that you're alright." Jiang Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief. "That's your private matter, I won't interfere. You should find a chance to leave quickly. The palace is a sensitive place, don't come in easily. Your own safety is more important. If there's any news, I'll have someone contact you later."

Jiang Qingyue knew that some things were still inconvenient in the palace.

"Don't worry, as long as I don't want to, no one will find out. This palace and those patrol posts are useless to me," Wuming said confidently.

"So you came today?"

"Miss, I have the information you requested." Upon returning, he immediately dealt swiftly with those who had framed him. They never imagined that he, who should have been mentally impaired and enslaved, would return. He spared no one.

After dealing with that group of people, he reclaimed his power and, without even bothering to clean up the mess, immediately sent people to gather information that Jiang Qingyue needed.

As soon as he received the news, he rushed to the Prime Minister's residence, only to find out that Jiang Qingyue had been approached by the palace. So he had someone find out Jiang Qingyue's location and the layout of the palace, and sneaked in under the cover of night.

Jiang Qingyue was stunned, her sleepiness instantly vanishing. "What did you say?" she asked, thinking she had misheard.

"The midwife who delivered the Prime Minister's first wife is dead, but her daughter is still alive. She works as a physician in the palace, delivering babies for noble ladies. That is her name."

As he spoke, Wuming handed Jiang Qingyue a slip of paper.

Jiang Qingyue immediately took it, looked at the name on it, and gripped the slip of paper tightly in her hand.

Although the chances are slim, and it's uncertain whether her daughter knows about what happened back then, we should still give it a try.

Fortunately, she is now in the palace. It seems that even God is on her side!

"You've worked hard." Jiang Qingyue didn't expect Wuming to send the message so quickly. Indeed, this shows the importance of manpower.

"You're too kind, Miss. I'll have someone keep looking into other information, and I'll come back when I have more news."

"Then be careful!"

After seeing Wuming off, Jiang Qingyue's heart remained unsettled for a long time.

How much does her daughter actually know? Was there anything wrong with the midwife from back then? And how did her daughter become a physician in the palace? Are there other people in the palace involved?

Jiang Qingyue felt that one mystery had not been solved, and another one had arrived, making her extremely uneasy.

All we can do now is try to contact that female doctor and see how things go, taking it one step at a time.

Jiang Qingyue spent the night tossing and turning.

The next morning, Jiang Qingyue had no choice but to throw herself into another day of practicing the rules.

In the past few days, the Empress has not summoned her again, and Qin Jinghao has also disappeared without a trace. All she can see every day are the palace maids and governesses who serve her. Her days are quiet but also uneventful.

Jiang Qingyue had thought that today would pass by simply like this, but then an uninvited guest arrived.

The newcomer appeared to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed smartly without much extravagance, and her eyes and brows exuded a charming and delicate air.

"This servant greets Princess Jia'an!"

Jiang Qingyue also bowed. Princess Jia'an! She had never met her in her previous life, but she had heard of her; she and Jiang Chuchu had a very good relationship, and she especially trusted Jiang Chuchu.

However, that happened later. It seems that Jiang Chuchu helped Princess Jia'an at a palace banquet, and the two of them should not know each other now.

But given her hostile demeanor, could it be that the two already know each other?

Time passed slowly as Jiang Qingyue pondered, and just when both of their legs were starting to ache, she continued, "Get up!"

She sized Jiang Qingyue up and down. "Hmph, so you're Jiang Qingyue, the one my brother the Crown Prince is going to marry. You're not bad looking, but I've heard... you're incredibly vulgar. Is that true?"

Princess Jia'an's sudden, curious approach caught Jiang Qingyue off guard...