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

"Uncle Yan, my sister and I were born in March."

Jiang Yuyan happily took the jade whistle. He had heard from his uncles that Uncle Yan was the Regent, and incredibly powerful! His Blood Eagle Guard was also the most formidable imperial guard in the capital!

He wanted to protect his mother and sister!

but……

Jiang Yuyan looked up in confusion, staring at Murong Yan with burning, bright eyes, his breathing rapid, repeatedly murmuring, "Born in March, born in March..."

Look at his handsome face, he's trying to suppress a laugh but he's holding it in.

Jiang Yuyan looked confused and asked him in a cool, childlike voice, "Uncle Yan, why are you asking this?"

"Ahem! Because I wanted to give you a birthday gift." Murong Yan suppressed his trembling excitement and carefully reached out to gently pat Jiang Yuyan's head.

Her phoenix eyes lowered, glancing over Jiang Yuyan's small face before landing on the mud doll's face, silently asking a question.

what do you want?

The clay doll's ruby-like eyes flashed, but it didn't say anything.

Jiang Yuyan shook his head. "Uncle Yan, our birthdays have already passed this year, so you don't need to see us off. I'm going to call Mom for dinner!"

"Alright. Go ahead, little one."

"Goodbye, Uncle Yan!"

Murong Yan sat in his wheelchair, turning his head to follow Jiang Yuyan's small figure.

"Your Highness, isn't giving the jade whistle to the young master too..." Bei Yan hesitated for a long time before finally finding a word, "...too dangerous?"

Bei Yan didn't understand.

Even if Your Highness loves Jiang Yuyan because of his affection for her, you shouldn't have given him the authority to mobilize the Blood Eagle Guards! The child is only two years old!

“There’s no danger. She won’t accept it if I give it to her. Only if it’s given to the child can she use it.” Murong Yan gestured for him to push the wheelchair away from the Zhenbei General’s Mansion.

Murong Yan had never felt so excited.

It turns out that he and Jiang Ling had the most intimate relationship in the world that night!

It turns out that Zaizai and Baobao are his children!

Murong Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud with excitement; fate was still on his side!

Murong Yan squeezed his legs hard.

Her phoenix eyes, once icy and snowy, now seemed to melt away, like boiling magma, gushing forth in scorching heat.

Murong Yan vowed in his heart that he would train hard, stand up as soon as possible, and regain his former heroic spirit!

He still needs to study hard!

It's all his fault for being so incompetent that Jiang Ling refused to acknowledge their relationship that night. It's all his fault!

"Bei Yan, mobilize all the personnel and prepare the betrothal gifts quickly! Also, the Prince's mansion needs to be renovated... no, there won't be enough time for the wedding next month. Go to the Ministry of Rites to inspect and renovate it! It must be completed before the wedding, without any flaws!"

"Yes, Bei Yan obeys!"

Bei Yan paused for a moment, then cautiously inquired, "Your Highness, could you please bestow upon me a sacred medicine for healing? Nan Zhu is more proficient in this art than I am."

Murong Yan then remembered Nan Zhu, whose buttocks had been bruised and battered.

He condescended and nodded. "I agree. Tell him that if there is a next time, he will be exiled to the frontier."

"Yes!"

After getting into the carriage in his wheelchair, Murong Yan opened the window and glanced at the gate of the Zhenbei General's Mansion, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

Suddenly, a subtle feeling welled up inside him.

Murong Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at the back of his hand; the hairs on his hands stood on end, and small goosebumps appeared on his skin.

The temperature inside the carriage plummeted, and gusts of cold air seeped into my back.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and Murong Yan's voice was as authoritative as ice as he shouted, "Are you a demon or a ghost? Show yourself!"

The trouser leg suddenly felt heavy.

Murong Yan flipped his hand and engaged the mechanism on the wheelchair's armrest. At the same time, his phoenix eyes flashed with frost, and he looked down with a cold and terrifying gaze. At that glance, Murong Yan's body stiffened and he froze.

"Baby?"

His voice trembled slightly, filled with confusion and surprise.

Visibly, Murong Yan's aura instantly transformed, like spring flowers blooming, losing all its sharpness.

The mud doll grabbed his trouser leg and climbed up.

Jiang Yuxue stood on Murong Yan's lap, tilting her head and staring straight at him: "You gave us birthday gifts, are you trying to curry favor with us?"

Murong Yan coughed lightly, a smile curving his handsome face as he looked at Jiang Yuxue with tenderness and affection.

He explained, "It's not to flatter you, I just want you to be happy. Baby, why did you sneak out with me? Do your mother and brother know?"

"Brother knows, but Mother doesn't. You can't tell Mother!"

The clay doll's beady eyes blinked, and Jiang Yuxue asked him in a soft, clear voice, "Uncle, can I ask you for a present?"

"Okay! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"

“You take your baby somewhere, but the baby doesn’t know the way.”

The mud doll hopped lightly and landed on Murong Yan's shoulder. Jiang Yuxue whispered in Murong Yan's ear, "Baby wants to go..."

Murong Yan narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, his expression both surprised and profound.

But in the end, he nodded with a doting smile, "Okay."

……

Late at night.

A man staggered and staggered, dodging the palace guards, and climbed up the tall Star-Picking Tower.

"I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

"Only death can atone for sins! Hahaha—"

With a maniacal grin, he spread his arms wide and leaped off the Star-Picking Tower...

"Oh!"

The dull thud of a heavy object falling attracted the attention of passing eunuchs. A lantern shone forward, and a eunuch's terrified, piercing scream echoed through the night!

Outside the palace, a carriage quietly departed.

The clay doll had short, chubby, round little hands. She touched hands with Murong Yan, "Pinky promise, no one is allowed to tell!"

"Okay, I swear I'll keep it a secret." Murong Yan looked at his youngest daughter with doting eyes.

Even the mud doll's body was incredibly cute to him!

She couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her head with affection. "Baby, you did a great job!"

Jiang Yuxue was in a great mood and didn't mind Murong Yan's intimate gestures.

Hearing Murong Yan praise her, Jiang Yuxue happily rubbed her hand against his palm and shouted in a domineering yet fierce voice, "Those bad guys who bully Mother deserve to die!"

Murong Yan nodded in agreement, "Yes, anyone who bullies Jiang Ling deserves to die."

Jiang Yuxue stared at him with wide eyes.

The little voice became soft and adorable, calling out affectionately and joyfully, "Uncle, baby likes you a little bit."

"Really? Then Uncle, you have to work hard to make the baby your favorite."

"No!"

Jiang Yuxue shook her head, counted on her fingers, and said in a childish voice, "Baby likes Mommy and Brother the most! Second, Uncle Jiao! Third, Grandma Hu! Fourth..."

Jiang Yuxue stopped counting and sighed in a mature and sophisticated manner.

She muttered, "Baby has so many aunties, uncles, grandpas, and grandmas he likes. Uncle, you'll barely make the top twenty-ninth."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan's smile froze, and intense hostility surged in his eyes.

Who exactly is that Uncle Jiao?

He's only ranked 29th?

A man's intuition made Murong Yan wary. He softened his voice and coaxed Jiang Yuxue, asking, "Baby, do you really like Uncle Jiao? What's so good about him?"

"Uncle Jiao is a great beauty! He's the person Mother trusts most!"

Jiang Yuxue's eyes sparkled, and she patted her chest happily: "Baby and brother were raised by Uncle Jiao!"

Murong Yan: "..."

Click!

He accidentally broke the armrest of the wheelchair.