The Mystic Princess is Too Invincible! The Abstinent and Cruel King Breaks His Rules and Pampers Her

In the end, Jiang Ling and her son boarded Murong Yan's carriage.

The carriage was specially designed for Murong Yan's wheelchair. The interior was spacious, allowing the wheelchair to turn freely. There was also a row of soft seats for guests. However, since the carriage was designed, Jiang Ling and her son were the first to ride in it.

Jiang Ling asked absentmindedly, "What illness does the Regent want me to cure?"

"Here." Murong Yan extended his long, slender fingers and gently tapped his head.

Jiang Yuyan stared at him wide-eyed, shocked and regretful, and asked in a childish voice, "Uncle Yan, is there something wrong with your head?"

"Cough cough cough!" Jiang Ling looked embarrassed and immediately covered Jiang Yuyan's mouth. "Little one, you can't talk like that. Children say the darndest things, please forgive me, Regent."

"It's alright, what the little one said is not wrong."

Murong Yan sighed softly, his hand, which had just touched his head, slid down and pressed against the side of the striking red mole at the corner of his eye. He looked melancholy and sorrowful, making one feel sorry for him and instinctively want to help him.

Murong Yan propped his cheek on his hand, his eyes vacant, as if he were looking at someone else through Jiang Ling. He parted his thin lips slightly: "Three years ago, I lost a very important memory, forgetting what I did and what I said."

Jiang Ling: "..."

Jiang Ling lowered her long, curved eyelashes, feeling a pang of guilt.

She did it!

Murong Yan's eyes gleamed as he smiled and promised her, "Second Miss, if you can help me regain this memory, not only will the cost of the medicine be waived, but I will also offer you ten thousand taels of gold as a reward!"

"Let me try, Your Highness, please don't move." Jiang Ling put on a calm and composed expression, raised her hand to form a hand seal, and brushed it across Murong Yan's face.

A golden light flashed.

Jiang Ling withdrew her hand with feigned regret, "I'm sorry, I can't cure your amnesia."

Huh? Jiang Yuyan looked confused. Weren't these two mothers supposed to be simple?

How could it not be cured?

Jiang Yuyan didn't understand, but he was on his mother's side and would never contradict her. Jiang Yuyan blinked and kept his little mouth tightly shut.

Murong Yan looked surprised, then suddenly laughed: "Second Miss, isn't it too hasty to draw a conclusion?"

"I really can't cure him! But I can heal your legs." Jiang Ling changed the subject, her gaze falling on Murong Yan's legs. This was a debt she owed Murong Yan, and she would take this opportunity to settle it, so they wouldn't have anything to do with each other again.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan's handsome face turned slightly cold, and he placed his hands on his lap. The wide, black, gold-embroidered sleeves were like a blanket draped over his legs, covering them completely.

A dark and uneasy glint flashed deep in his phoenix eyes, and Murong Yan's voice turned cold: "How to cure it?"

"The Regent's leg ailment is caused by a barbarian curse. I need to prepare some things, which will take three to five days, or up to seven days. I will then pay you a visit to treat your leg." Jiang Ling cleverly extended the time before their next meeting.

She needs to treat her grandfather's leg first; Murong Yan has to wait in line.

Murong Yan raised his eyes, looking at her with deep, dark eyes, it was unclear whether he could see through her thoughts.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

Nan Zhu announced from outside the carriage, "Your Highness, Second Miss, we have arrived at the Marquis of Zhongyi's residence."

"Thank you for seeing us off, Regent. We're off now, little one!"

Goodbye, Uncle Yan.

Jiang Ling got out of the car carrying the baby, and like a gust of wind, she ran into the gate and disappeared.

Murong Yan looked out the window, his handsome face as cold as frost, his expression unreadable. "Return to the Prince's residence."

Back to the Regent's Palace.

Nan Zhu suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Your Highness, Bei Yan is back!"

"Bei Yan greets Your Highness." The guard, Bei Yan, knelt on one knee and bowed his head to report, "Bei Yan has investigated the past of Jiang Ling and her son..."

……

Jiang Ling held Jiang Yuyan's little hand as the mother and son entered the Zhongyi Courtyard. Inside, they saw a mountain of gifts, all delivered by messengers from the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

The old Marquis stared intently, his face full of worry, sighing repeatedly.

Jiang Ling smiled and walked over, "Grandpa, we're back."

"Ling'er! My good boy!" The old Marquis turned his head and stared wide-eyed, thinking he was dreaming. "You're back!"

Jiang Ling smiled and said, "Didn't I promise Grandpa that I would come back and live with him?"

The old marquis was too excited to speak. He only saw the gifts, not the person, and thought...

"Great-grandfather, why are you crying?" Jiang Yuyan asked, puzzled. He stepped forward and stood on tiptoe to wipe away the old marquis's tears.

The old Marquis laughed and cried at the same time, and quickly explained, "Great-grandfather is happy! My dear son, did you have fun at the General of the North's Mansion? Did anyone bully you and your mother?"

Jiang Yuyan shook his head and said in a cool, childlike voice that he liked the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

The old marquis's expression turned melancholy again.

Jiang Ling saw through the old Marquis's thoughts and asked him with a smile, "Grandpa, do you want to reconcile with Grandma? I don't think the Marquis of Zhongyi's mansion can be repaired anytime soon, and there are many empty rooms in the General of Zhenbei's mansion. Why don't we move there together?"

The old marquis turned his head away. "She doesn't want to see me. I'm a cripple, too lazy to move, I'm not going!"

Talking back!

Jiang Ling covered her mouth and chuckled, encouraging and tempting him, "Grandpa, I said I would heal your legs. Then, you can go to the Zhenbei General's Mansion to find Grandma yourself, how about that?"

The old marquis hesitated, then lowered his head and rubbed his legs repeatedly with both hands.

Can it really be cured?

"Grandpa, believe me!" Jiang Ling's eyes were bright, and she exuded pride and confidence, radiating a convincing power.

Not long after, the pharmacy delivered all the medicinal herbs in a package. Jiang Ling immediately began sorting and processing the necessary herbs, preparing to refine the pills…

I was so busy that I was working until midnight.

After Jiang Ling finished refining a batch of pills, she looked up to stretch her limbs and saw Jiang Yuyan asleep on the table. In front of him were some herbs that were only half-processed, and he was holding a piece of ginseng in his palm.

"Baby, go to bed." Jiang Ling had a soft heart, so she went over and gently picked up Jiang Yuyan and put him on the bed.

Jiang Yuyan, half asleep, mumbled in a childish voice, "I won't sleep, I'll help my mother, I want to help my mother."

"Thank you, my little one. Mommy's all done. Go to sleep now. Be good~" Jiang Ling patted Jiang Yuyan's back, coaxing the child into sleep.

But she couldn't sleep yet; she still had things to do.

Jiang Ling walked to the outer room, revealed a soundproof talisman, and then flipped her palm to reveal a Bagua bronze mirror. She infused it with spiritual energy, activating the carved long-distance transmission talisman. Ripples spread across the mirror, revealing a person's face.

With his flowing black hair and refined, elegant demeanor, the gentleman smiled, his eyes crinkling at Jiang Ling. His emerald eyes, like a tranquil lake, gazed at her gently as he called out, "Miss."

Jiang Ling smiled at him and asked, "Ah Jiao, how's the baby been lately? Is he being good? Has he cried?"

"Don't worry, Miss Xue'er is very well-behaved."

Yun Jiao held the Bagua bronze mirror in his hand, turned around and shone it on the bed, where the little girl was sleeping soundly while hugging a rag doll.

"Baby." Jiang Ling looked at her precious daughter with eyes as soft as spring water, and couldn't help but reach out to stroke the bronze mirror.

The next second, the face on the bronze mirror transformed back into a cloud dragon.

Jiang Ling was slightly taken aback and immediately stopped, otherwise it would look like she was touching the cloud dragon, which would be too presumptuous.

Yun Jiao pretended not to know and asked with a gentle smile, "Miss, was your trip to the capital smooth?"

"It's alright. Ah Jiao, I'm entrusting the baby to you. I'll resolve the karmic issues as soon as possible, and after finding the Divine Jade, I'll return to Hundred Demon Valley!"