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

As for the conditions in Chapter 258, they're all negotiable.
Jiang Jinshuang felt that Uncle Wang was always somewhat self-righteous.

She even felt that the pride and arrogance she possessed were all learned from Uncle Wang.

"Uncle Wang, why do you still think I would marry Pei Du?"

Jiang Jinshuang spoke with a helpless yet gentle tone. She knelt before the main seat in the main hall, as if an elder were sitting there.

"Didn't Shuang'er already tell you? Her feelings for Pei Du are a long time ago."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled, her tone languid and casual: "Uncle Wang, Shuang'er didn't marry Pei Du."

"Sometimes I wonder if Shuang'er simply likes scholars and top-ranking men."

Jiang Jinshuang said, then laughed self-deprecatingly.

Back when Pei Du was just a scholar, she was so enamored with him that she wished she could cut her heart open and give it all to him.

Now that he holds a high position in the government, the two of them are like strangers, no longer the same as before.

Instead, she married another top scholar.

Jiang Jinshuang felt that she probably had an 80% chance of liking a poor but noble man.

With a light laugh, Jiang Jinshuang thought for a moment and then said, "Uncle Wang, the wedding dress you left me is really both tacky and ugly."

"It was all sewn with gold thread, and the bright red wedding dress was covered in gold patterns. She looked like a silly daughter from a rich family."

At this point, Jiang Jinshuang smiled, but there was no sign of annoyance in her eyes.

"However, upon closer reflection, Uncle Wang, your taste is rather ordinary, so it's quite reasonable that you could produce something like that."

After a pause, Jiang Jinshuang smiled and said, "So, I will wear it on our wedding day, Uncle Wang."

There was a long silence.

Jiang Jinshuang lowered her head to look at the hem of her skirt above her knees.

She said slowly, "Uncle Wang, you always say that you are small in stature and timid, and that you are worried that you will let down the people and the Black Armor Cavalry."

“But Uncle Wang, as you know, I don’t care about these things.”

“You always say that I have suffered a lot of grievances, but Uncle Wang, I have never felt that I have been wronged.”

Because she was the one who survived.

Therefore, she didn't need to complain.

With the wedding date fast approaching, Jiang Jinshuang will marry Lin Qingyan in just three days.

In truth, Jiang Jinshuang knew that even if she got married, her life would not change.

She will continue to investigate the case of Prince Ruiyang as before, remaining the hated Princess Zhaoming, just like always.

But perhaps because so many people had come to her about this recently, Jiang Jinshuang felt a little different.

It wasn't that I was nervous, but rather that something felt unusual.

She didn't know how to describe the strange feeling rising in her heart, or even who to talk to about it.

—That's all she could say to him.

She knelt before the main seat and talked on and on for a long time until night fell. Only then did Jiang Jinshuang slowly get up, pat the dust off her knees and skirt, bow respectfully, and then turn and leave.

The moonlight was as clear as water. The news of Princess Zhaoming's impending marriage spread throughout the capital, and the marriage became the subject of much discussion and became a topic of conversation among the common people.

Some say that Princess Zhaoming was simply attracted to Lin Qingyan, the newly appointed top scholar, and wanted to use this method to win his heart!

Some people say that Princess Zhaoming has impure thoughts. This is obviously because she couldn't get the Grand Secretary, so she chose to be with Lin Qingyan as a second choice!
Many people who have seen Lin Qingyan and Princess Zhaoming together say that this time it seems that Lord Lin Qingyan took the initiative to pursue Princess Zhaoming. The two are very affectionate and sweet!
Regardless of what others say, the wedding is proceeding in an orderly and methodical manner.

Pei Du seems to be very busy these days.

Jiang Jinshuang was so busy that she could hardly hear any news from him.

Even when passing by Wenshan Pavilion on his way out, the gate was always locked, and neither Jingmo nor Peidu were there.

It's very quiet.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't devote much energy to the marriage; she focused more on investigating Zhou Yuan's affairs.

Two days before the wedding, Shen Huaihe delivered the message to her.

—The cause of Zhou Yuan's death has been found: he was strangled from behind with a rope and then pushed into the water to drown.

Just as Jiang Jinshuang had guessed, the person who killed Zhou Yuan was either exceptionally skilled, with unparalleled martial arts prowess and an insidious ability to kill him, or someone who enjoyed Zhou Yuan's complete trust, enabling them to succeed when he was completely off guard.

In addition, Shen Huaihe found some other things.

Zhou Yuan has followed the Prince of Changping since childhood, and he is loyal and devoted. It is unlikely that such a person would betray Jiang Zeyi.

Therefore, Zhou Yuan's escape from Baiyujing after the death of the King of Changping was itself a very strange thing.

Moreover, Zhou Yuan should have been well aware that the capital was in a very dangerous period at the time, and that it was a very risky thing for him to go to great lengths to enter the capital and get under the emperor's nose.

What could possibly be so compelling as to risk returning to the enemy's doorstep after a loyal guard's defection?
Jiang Jinshuang narrowed her eyes, rubbed the note in her hand, lit a candle, and burned the note to ashes.

One day before the wedding.

Jiang Jinshuang finally agreed to meet with Wen Fengcang.

Wen Fengcang could no longer contain himself, and upon seeing Jiang Jinshuang, he went straight to the point.

“Your Highness, Bei Huai, you promised to give it to me.”

Jiang Jinshuang ate the grapes beside her, blinking innocently: "What is Your Highness saying? When did I ever agree to that?"

"Jiang Jinshuang! You broke your promise!?" Wen Fengcang's voice rose several decibels as he glared at her fiercely.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled obediently, revealing a pair of shallow dimples: "Your Highness, please calm down. As for the conditions, they are all negotiable."

Wen Fengcang's eyes widened in fury, his voice hoarse and low: "Jiang Jinshuang, I promised you I would apologize to Si Ning, and then I helped you out of your father's Northern Huai army. Now, are you trying to break your promise?!"

Jiang Jinshuang chuckled and tilted her head: "If I really wanted to break the contract, I wouldn't be seeing you today, Wen Fengcang."

As she spoke, the smile on her face vanished, and her gaze turned cold as she looked at him: "Now, shut up and listen to me, or I won't hesitate to kick you out."

Wen Fengcang's face was grim, but upon hearing this, he could only frown resentfully and remain silent.

Jiang Jinshuang nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "I will not hinder you, and may even help you ascend to the throne of Beihuai. Of course, there is no problem. However, Your Highness the First Prince must grant me one condition."

"What conditions?"

In an instant, Jiang Jinshuang's eyes turned cold, and killing intent suddenly appeared.

"I want you to kill your father with your own hands, cut off his head, and throw it at the border of Wan Jin for me to do with as I please."