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

The main hall of the General of the North's Mansion.

"Ling'er, you're a miracle doctor! For over ten years, no one could cure Grandfather's leg, but you cured it in just a few days!" Wang Jingkang gave Jiang Ling a thumbs up, his eyes filled with admiration, and praised, "Ling'er, you're amazing!"

"Yes, Father can walk now, what a joyous occasion! It's worth celebrating!" The General's wife was also beaming from ear to ear.

"Ahem!" Wang Dewu cleared his throat and said, "We warmly welcome my niece and grand-nephew to the Zhenbei General's Mansion. The courtyard and belongings have been prepared long ago, and they can move in right now! But, Father, you..."

Wang Dewu looked troubled and cautiously observed the old lady's expression.

The festive atmosphere in the room instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at the old lady.

The old lady sat in the seat of honor, her face kind and serene, but she never once looked at the old marquis.

"Grandpa," Jiang Ling winked at the old Marquis, "Speak up!"

The old Marquis swallowed hard, then nervously apologized to the old lady, "Madam, I know I was wrong. It wasn't easy for me to get here, you can't send me back again, can you? The younger generation is watching, Madam?"

"Hmph!" The old lady turned her head away and ignored her.

"Great-Grandma." Jiang Yuyan ran up to the old lady, his chubby little face showing a pitiful and adorable expression. In his childish voice, Jiang Yuyan pleaded, "Great-Grandpa is so pitiful, Great-Grandma, please take him in!"

"Oh dear, my good boy, you've been wronged." The old lady touched Jiang Yuyan's face tenderly and asked deliberately, "Did someone threaten my good boy?"

The old marquis panicked and hurriedly explained, "Madam, I'm innocent! I'm too busy doting on my great-grandson to think about him!"

The old lady glared at him, her kind and gentle demeanor turning sarcastic as she said, "Hmph! Don't you care about your precious son anymore?"

"I don't feel bad about it!"

Even now, the old Marquis gets a chest pain from talking about it. He roared, "That unfilial son is driving me crazy! I've severed all ties with him! Madam, if you don't believe me, ask Ling'er and your great-grandson! Ling'er, you must testify for your grandfather!"

"Yes, Grandpa is telling the truth!" Jiang Ling said with a smile, vouching for him.

Upon hearing this, the old lady's expression improved considerably.

She sighed, "I've told you so many times, the eldest son is useless in both literature and martial arts, a good-for-nothing. Would I, his own mother, harm him? He could live a life of luxury as a wealthy young master, with no worries about food or clothing for the rest of his life. You insist on giving him the title, which is ruining him! Your eldest daughter-in-law is vain and competitive; the eldest branch of the family can't possibly maintain the wealth and status of the Marquis of Zhongyi!"

"You old fool, you're a master at fighting, but your steward is utterly incompetent! You always went against me, insisting on dividing the family property! Now look what happened, you deserve it!"

The old marquis, humiliated by the scolding, reluctantly admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, Madam is right. I was wrong!"

"Great-grandmother, great-grandfather knows he was wrong, please forgive him!" Jiang Yuyan said in a childish voice, holding the old lady's hand.

The old lady smiled and patted his head. "Alright, for the sake of our good great-grandson. Second son, go and prepare a room for your father."

Wang Dewu grinned and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mother!"

The old Marquis: "Madam, shall we not live together?"

"You think beautiful!"

The General of Zhenbei's mansion was bustling with joy as the entire family helped Jiang Ling and her son, along with the old Marquis, settle in. Wang Dewu and his three sons personally rode to the Marquis of Zhongyi's mansion to help with the moving and carrying of belongings. This act spread throughout the capital.

Everyone in the capital knows that the old Marquis has severed ties with the Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness and his son.

Wang Dewen paid no heed to the rumors and gossip outside. At this moment, he was at the Imperial Observatory with Duke Fang, Fang Rujun, and Wang Wanyue, seeking an audience with the Imperial Preceptor.

Wang Dewen was both nervous and excited, and asked, "Duke Fang, is the Empress also here?"

Duke Fang looked him over speechlessly. “Her Majesty the Empress is of such high status that she cannot wait for us here. Her Majesty said that once Wanyue and Jiang Ling’s destinies are successfully swapped, she will summon you to the palace to set an auspicious date for your marriage.”

"Why are you in such a hurry, my lord? Yue'er's Crown Princess is not going anywhere!"

Fang Rujun was very proud of herself for raising such a precious daughter as Wang Wanyue. Wang Dewen's wealth and status still depended on her, so she had no choice but to accept being cuckolded.

Jiang Ling is an ugly monster. If you go against her, you'll die!

The old Marquis will definitely regret severing ties with them!

"Gentlemen, the Imperial Advisor requests your presence!"

The gate opened, and a group of people excitedly walked in.

Unbeknownst to them, a listening talisman was stuck to Fang Rujun's skirt and followed her into the house.

on the roof.

Ye Tianxing, with her hands tucked in her sleeves, humbly pleaded, "Second Miss, it's not that my master wants to harm you. It's just that I have to obey the Empress's orders."

Jiang Ling glanced at him and casually asked, "Why does the Empress insist on my destiny?"

"Because Master said that only by marrying you can the Crown Prince ascend the throne smoothly." Ye Tianxing's voice grew softer and softer, filled with guilt. Because the source was still his master.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling's eyes darkened.

She had consulted a fortune teller; the original owner of this body was destined for a short life. The Imperial Advisor was also a member of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), so he couldn't possibly not know this. Could the "Second Young Lady of the Loyal and Righteous Marquis's Mansion" he mentioned be referring to her, rather than the original owner?

A voice came from the eavesdropping talisman. Jiang Ling put aside her confusion and listened first.

Fang Rujun stepped forward excitedly and exclaimed, "Grand Preceptor, this is Jiang Ling's hair and birth date! Please quickly change Yue'er's fate!"

The Imperial Advisor took the item, did some calculations with his fingers, and his expression changed slightly.

Stroking his snow-white beard, the Imperial Advisor glanced at the family before him and asked, "Are you sure you want to change your fate?"

Wang Wanyue nodded repeatedly, "Confirmed! This is also Her Majesty the Empress's order, Grand Preceptor, what are you waiting for?"

The Imperial Advisor said, "No matter what happens or what consequences arise after changing your destiny, you won't regret it? You insist on changing your destiny? Have you thought it through? Once your destiny is changed, time cannot be reversed, and there is no turning back!"

"Yes, we want to change it!"

"We won't regret it. If anyone's going to regret it, it'll be that ugly freak Jiang Ling!"

"Your Excellency, please make a move!"

Their attitude was firm. The Grand Preceptor stroked his beard and nodded, "Wang Wanyue, sit in the formation."

The two formations were interlocked. Wang Wanyue sat in one of the formation's cores, while the Imperial Advisor placed Jiang Ling's hair and birth date in the other core. Once everything was ready, the Imperial Advisor formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

Ye Tianxing bit her finger in anxiety, "Jiang Ling, are you really not going to stop it?"

"There's no need," Jiang Ling said casually, not taking it to heart at all.

time flies.

After an incense stick had burned, the Imperial Advisor was covered in cold sweat and looked much older. He staggered back, sat down in a chair, and wearily waved his hand: "Alright, the fate has been changed."

"Moon, how are you feeling?" Fang Rujun asked excitedly.

Wang Wanyue opened her eyes, looking at herself in confusion. "It feels so cold, so painful! Waaah, it hurts so much! Mommy, Daddy, help me, it hurts so much! My face! Ah—help me—"

Wang Wanyue was writhing on the ground in pain; her face was ulcerated and oozing pus, and large patches of bruises appeared on her body.