On the day of my tragic death, I was reborn and married to the Regent

Princess Anle and Jiang Nian mentioned the Queen's birthday again.

Jiang Nian had never heard King Yan mention this matter. When he mentioned it to him after returning to the palace, his expression was indifferent.

"The Queen's birthday is never a grand occasion. You don't need to worry. Everything has been prepared."

"But the Queen is your mother after all, we should pay more attention to her."

As Prince Yan changed his clothes, he said, "The Crown Princess is in the palace."

Come to think of it, even if the Queen wants to hold a birthday party, it is not her turn to worry about it.

"It's just a birthday. If you don't want to go, then don't go."

That being said, she could not attend other banquets in the palace, but as a daughter-in-law, she still had to show up at this time.

The weather was cold, so after dinner in the evening he just walked around the hall. After washing up, he started to pack the boxes in the hall.

Baozhu found a string of wind chimes carved from jade in the box. "Girl, this is really beautiful. Let's hang it up."

The jade carving was indeed exquisite, so the pearl was hung on the bed curtain.

He also found some jewelry and novelties in the box and gave them away as a reward.

They cleaned up until midnight, and only stopped when Prince Yan looked unhappy.

Then, the white jade wind chimes on the bed curtains kept ringing all night long...

......

After winter came, Jiang Nian became more and more lazy. He had no energy all day and didn't want to go out.

She used to attach great importance to the Queen’s birthday, but as the day was getting closer, she felt worried every time she thought about it, and she really didn’t want to move at all.

The Prince of Yan was worried, so he asked the imperial physician to take his pulse. The physician simply said that he was a little weak due to overwork and that he would be fine after taking some medicine.

Amber came in to help her dress, but she didn't see Baozhu, so she asked, "Is Baozhu still not feeling well today?"

Amber said worriedly, "The imperial physician prescribed a prescription and I've been drinking it for a few days, but it's not getting better. I'm dizzy and my body is so weak that I can't even stand up."

"The medicine I prescribed doesn't work?"

Amber shook her head: "I've been drinking the prescription the girl prescribed these days, but there's still no improvement."

Baozhu had been ill a few days ago. When the imperial physician came to take her pulse, he also checked her pulse and said it was caused by fatigue.

But can one become so sick just from overwork?

She just felt tired, and Baozhu couldn't get out of bed at all. If this continued, it would be bad.

"Go get some doctors from outside, get a few more, to see what's going on."

"Yes."

After dinner, Jiang Nian went to take a look. Baozhu looked very ugly. She looked like a fresh flower a few days ago, but now she looked like a withered flower.

The doctor invited from outside the mansion took the patient's pulse and gave the same conclusion, that it was caused by overwork. He prescribed a prescription and told the patient to have a good rest.

But it doesn't look normal no matter how you look at it.

Jiang Nian asked, "Baozhu, was there anything different about your body before you felt unwell? Or did you eat or use anything?"

Baozhu thought about it and shook her head, no.

"Think about it carefully. Is there anyone you don't normally come into contact with, but have come into contact with in the past two days?"

Baozhu couldn't recall, but Amber did. "Miss, everything has been the same as usual these days. The only difference is... those boxes sent from the palace."

Amber's words made Jiang Nian remember instantly that they had moved those boxes that day.

But Amber also moved the box that day, and nothing happened.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Has Baozhu been carrying the things I gave her these days?"

Amber suddenly thought of something, took out a box, searched inside the box, and found a hairpin.

"Baozhu has been wearing this lately."

Jiang Nian recognized it as the thing in the box. Seeing that Baozhu liked it, Jiang Nian gave the hairpin to her directly without looking at it carefully.

"Show it to me?"

He put the hairpin to his nose and smelled it, his heart sank. It was poison!

The dosage is not large and the smell is not strong, but if you wear it on your head for a long time, you will definitely be poisoned.

“Go, take out the things I gave you, and also collect those that belong to the others in the yard.”

"Yes."

Amber found the things in the house, placed them in front of Jiang Nian, and then went out.

The first stop is the white jade wind chime hanging in Jiang Nian’s bedroom.

After collecting all the things she had given away that day, Amber asked, "Miss, is there something wrong with these things?"

It's not just a problem, it's a big problem.

Jiang Nian smelled a few of them. Some were poisonous, some were not. He was probably afraid that they would all be contaminated by the poison and get into trouble.

"Did the people who delivered the gifts tell me which ones were from His Majesty and which ones were from the Imperial Concubine?"

Amber thought for a moment and replied, "No, the eunuch just said that these were gifts from His Majesty, the Empress Dowager, and the Imperial Concubine, and then had them carried in."

One of these three men wanted to kill her.

The most obvious example is Concubine Chen, who took advantage of the rewards from His Majesty and the Queen Mother to mix her own things in. Even though she knew it was poisonous, she did not dare to speak out because of His Majesty and the Queen Mother.

But why is Concubine Chen harming her now?

There is no possibility for her to be with Prince Jin anymore. What good will killing her bring to Concubine Chen?

But if it’s not Concubine Chen, who else could it be?

The Queen Mother? Or Your Majesty?

But she is often with Prince Yan. Isn’t she afraid of harming Prince Yan by doing this?

Or does this person simply not care about the life or death of King Yan?

Suddenly I remembered the tea in the East Palace that day. Could it be the same person?

How many people can be able to poison the Eastern Palace and tamper with the rewards in the palace?

Jiang Nian couldn't understand. If those people from the Jiang family wanted to poison her, she thought it was possible. But who in the palace hated her and Prince Yan so much?

She couldn't think of it.

Even if the Queen Mother dislikes Prince Yan, he is her own grandson after all. She can't hate him to this extent, right?

As for the emperor, the Prince of Yan is his son. Moreover, the reason why the northern border is still stable is because people are afraid of the Prince of Yan.

If the Prince of Yan were gone, there would probably be chaos in the north again.

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

Jiang Nian quickly asked Amber to take the small bottle from the box beside her bed, took the medicine and gave it to Baozhu, and took one himself.

He then slowly stood up, his vision went dark, and he was about to fall down.

Amber quickly supported the person and said, "Girl! Are you okay?"

Jiang Nian waved his hand and ordered, "Help me go back."

After returning to the hall, he asked Amber to grind ink and wrote a few lines on the paper.

"Prescribe the medicine according to this. Give her two doses today and report back on her condition in the evening."

"Miss, let me help you get on the bed and rest first."

Jiang Nian pointed to a low cottage not far away and said, "Let's go there."

Amber quickly helped the person over and covered him with a quilt and blanket.

"Don't make this matter public for now. Be careful when you prescribe medicine. Spread the word that I'm sick, seriously ill. We'll discuss the rest after His Highness returns."

"The servant understands."

Amber took the prescription downstairs and gave instructions. Jiang Nian lay down and fell asleep.

In the dream, she saw the Jiang family again, saw her mother die, and saw herself lying in a pool of blood.

I saw the King of Yan being shot by an arrow while wearing armor and died on the battlefield, but he did not die at the hands of the enemy.

Sensing a hint of coldness on his face, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that King Yan had returned.