The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 185 Kill her!

The carriage from Wenshan Pavilion led the way.

Such a scene was truly rare, and all the people's eyes were focused on it.

The murmurs among the crowd gradually subsided, replaced by solemn and serious expressions.

They gazed at the coffin carried by a sedan chair behind the carriage, their eyes slightly lowered, remaining silent.

Jiang Jinshuang lifted a corner of the carriage curtain.

A smile played on her lips as she observed the behavior of the people outside.

"It seems that I only receive such respectful looks when I'm with Uncle Wang."

She also once returned to Beijing with Uncle Wang for a parade through the streets.

At that time, the black-armored cavalry followed behind, with Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, walking in the lead in style. On the back of his Akhal-Teke horse, the man was dressed in black and silver armor, exuding royal nobility that no one could match.

That was the only time that Jiang Jinshuang was met with respect and reverence from the people, not with disgust and hatred.

—Although, in reality, that gaze wasn't meant for her at all.

Now, with the coffin of Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, following behind Jiang Jinshuang, she saw that same gaze again.

A lump formed in Jiang Jinshuang's throat, but a smile played on her lips as she lowered the carriage curtain.

She realized that she was far inferior to Uncle Wang in many things.

Someone in the crowd shouted first.

"Respectfully seeing off His Highness Prince Ruiyang—"

In an instant, countless people lined both sides of the road knelt down as the carriage arrived.

"Respectfully seeing off His Highness Prince Ruiyang—"

Kneeling together.

Jiang Jinshuang sat upright in the carriage, but turned her head away and looked towards the corner.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the knuckles hidden in her sleeves paused slightly, turning a cold white.

Suddenly, she remembered that every time her uncle returned in triumph, traveling thousands of miles from Baiyujing back to the capital, the people of the capital would shout.

They shouted, "Welcome, Your Highness Prince Ruiyang!"

Times have changed and things and people have changed.

The people of the capital on both sides knelt down and watched the carriage and palanquin slowly walk towards the imperial city.

Until it disappeared at the end of the Heavenly Street, until it could no longer be seen.

……

The coffin was placed in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Jiang Jinshuang stared at the memorial tablet that the master of ceremonies had carved, and for a moment she felt dizzy and disoriented.

When my fingertips brushed against the words on the memorial tablet, it felt as if I were about to get burned.

She stood before Uncle Wang's memorial tablet, knelt down, and solemnly kowtowed three times to him.

"Uncle Wang, Shuang'er is taking you home."

After a pause, Jiang Jinshuang smiled and looked up at the brand-new memorial tablet: "Don't worry, from now on, I will make sure you stand here with dignity and integrity."

She not only wanted to bring Uncle Wang back to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, but she also wanted him to be adorned with honors and have no blemishes.

She was determined to get to the bottom of the case involving Prince Ruiyang back then.

As Jiang Jinshuang stepped out of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, she saw Pei Du waiting outside.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gave him a slight smile: "Lord Pei, thank you for today."

You still have to put on an act when the time is right.

Moreover, Pei Du handled this matter thoroughly and appropriately, and she should indeed thank him both morally and logically.

Pei Du shook his head slightly: "As I have said, it is only natural for Your Highness to send your family home." There is no need to thank anyone.

Pei Du also knew that even without him, Jiang Jinshuang would be able to get Prince Ruiyang back to the Imperial Ancestral Temple sooner or later, given his own abilities.

—He just beat him to it.

Jiang Jinshuang was filled with mixed emotions today. She didn't talk much with Pei Du and returned to the princess's residence after leaving the ancestral hall.

On the way back to the princess's residence.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't walk very fast, taking it as a way to clear her head.

After passing through several deep alleys and avoiding the crowds on Chang'an Avenue, she finally stopped.

With a light laugh, Jiang Jinshuang raised her chin and spoke to the person behind her: "I had no idea that His Highness the First Prince of Beihuai had such a fondness for stalking people?"

The words have not yet fallen.

A cold light flashed across Jiang Jinshuang's eyes, but she didn't even look at it and turned her head away!

The next second, the gleaming blade swept horizontally, slashing towards her neck!

Jiang Jinshuang bent over backwards, then raised her leg, her long leg kicking directly into the shoulder of the man behind her.

The man grunted and took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

Jiang Jinshuang moved gracefully, turning around to look at the person behind her, and casually dusted off the hem of her skirt.

Wen Fengcang held a curved sword, one hand covering his shoulder, and frowned as he looked at her.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and tilted her head slightly: "The way Your Highness greets people is truly novel."

Wen Fengcang roared, "Enough with the nonsense! Jiang Jinshuang, how dare you harm me! You're courting death!"

Jiang Jinshuang casually smoothed her long hair that fell over her shoulders and chuckled, "Wen Fengcang, you need to provide evidence before you speak. When have I ever harmed you?"

"You still dare to say that!?" Wen Fengcang's beautiful face turned cold and gloomy. "You let me enter and leave the palace from time to time to talk with Jiang Huayan, isn't that just to make the Prince of Changping suspicious and doubt the alliance with Father Emperor!"

"Then you used me to have me assassinated in the capital, causing Father Emperor to begin to doubt the alliance with Prince Changping!"

He was caught between Jiang Jinshuang and the two, becoming the tool to break their alliance!

Now that the Prince of Changping is dead, and the Beihuai army has suffered a great blow due to the Black Armor Cavalry, his father is no fool. Now that he has come to his senses, he must be able to guess that it was he who mediated the alliance, causing it to break down and be defeated one by one!
So now, he, a prince of the Northern Huai, doesn't even dare to go home!
—If Father Emperor were truly enraged and stripped him of his right of succession…

It was fine before; he always thought he was the only successor in the entire Beihuai family.

So regardless of whether the Emperor's father is willing or not, he will definitely be the next King of Beihuai.

But things are different now. He now knows that, besides himself, there is another "prince" in the entire Beihuai royal family who has been living in exile.

If his father were to seize the throne in a fit of anger, Jiang Jinshuang could take advantage of the situation and help another prince ascend the throne...

Thinking of this, Wen Fengcang's expression became even more unpleasant.

He was coerced by Jiang Jinshuang with the right to inherit the throne, so he obeyed her orders, whether it was the assassination attempt or his entry and exit from Emperor Wan Jin's study.

He thought she was just at her last gasp and wanted to struggle one last time.

Now, stepping back from the overall situation, Wen Fengcang suddenly realized that Jiang Jinshuang had always treated him as a useful pawn.

How could Wen Fengcang not hate this!

"Jiang Jinshuang, you did a great job. Not only did you destroy their alliance, but you also alienated me from my father. You can even use this opportunity to help another prince ascend the throne. You killed three birds with one stone."

Jiang Jinshuang blinked and looked at Wen Fengcang with an innocent expression: "Your Highness, what are you saying? How can you think of such a weak woman as me as having such a bad heart?"

Wen Fengcang sneered, "Enough nonsense! If I don't kill you today, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

As he spoke, Wen Fengcang drew his scimitar again, looking at her coldly.

Jiang Jinshuang scoffed: "Wen Fengcang, there's a limit to madness. You don't actually think you can kill me all by yourself, do you?"

"If one person can't do it, then several more will."

As soon as she finished speaking, a dozen men dressed as Beihuai soldiers emerged from the shadows, each holding a knife, and walked towards Jiang Jinshuang.

Jiang Jinshuang glanced at the newcomer, narrowed her eyes slightly, and smiled nonchalantly.