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

"Miss, I found it!"

In the image on the bronze mirror, Yun Jiao takes out an ancient mahogany box the size of a palm.

Jiang Ling took a deep breath. "Open it."

"Yes."

Yun Jiao opened the box, revealing a translucent, exquisite jade bracelet inside. Its surface appeared plain, but when infused with spiritual energy, lifelike celestial fox patterns would appear on the bracelet.

Yun Jiao recognized the item at a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in her serene and gentle green eyes. "Miss, isn't this the Heavenly Fox Bracelet that Aunt Mei gave you?"

"Mm." Jiang Ling nodded.

It's difficult to compare the differences between the two bracelets through the mirror.

Jiang Ling called out, "Yun Jiao, have Brother Diao bring me the Heavenly Fox Bracelet."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jiao thought of many things in an instant.

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror and saw a handsome and refined gentleman, exuding an extraordinary and otherworldly aura. He didn't seem like a demon; he was more like an immortal.

Yun Jiao nodded first, then asked Jiang Ling, "Miss, back then you used the altar to divine the moon and even used Aunt Mei's blood, but you still couldn't sense its whereabouts. Now that you want to retrieve the Heavenly Fox Bracelet, could it be that you've found it?"

“I’m not sure.” Jiang Ling shook her head.

She could still taste the flavor of Murong Yan's blood between her lips and teeth.

Pure, without any impurities.

Furthermore, because he possesses the destiny of an emperor, his blood contains a powerful energy that only those in the Xuanmen (Taoist school) can discern.

Jiang Ling sighed, "Aunt Mei has been incredibly kind to me, to Zai Zai, and to the baby! I swore to her that I would find her son in this lifetime. Now that there's a clue, I can't let it slip by! Yun Jiao, the sooner the Heavenly Fox Bracelet arrives, the better!"

"it is good."

Seeing that Jiang Ling intended to disconnect, Yun Jiao couldn't help but ask, "Miss, Miss Xue'er has been asleep for the past few days. Is her soul with you?"

Jiang Ling nodded.

Her eyes crinkled with a smile, and her tone was indulgent and doting: "Well, the baby has been controlling the puppet doll, so let the real one sleep. Children need to sleep more to grow taller."

Yun Jiao asked again, "Why haven't I seen the young master and Miss Xue'er?"

Jiang Ling was slightly taken aback, then turned around to look around the room.

In the afternoon, Zaizai said he wanted to take the baby to play in the garden of the General's Mansion.

Dinner was also eaten at the old Marquis's place.

Now that I think about it, I haven't seen the two children for most of the day. They're all so quiet; something's wrong!

Jiang Ling immediately started walking, intending to go find the child.

They had only taken two steps when Jiang Yuyan and Jiang Yuxue returned. "Mother!"

"Mother!"

One was cool and arrogant, the other was soft and cute; they both rushed forward to hug Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling looked surprised, patted the two adorable children on the head, and asked, "Where did you go? Why are you only coming back now?"

Jiang Yuyan and Jiang Yuxue exchanged a glance and replied in unison, "We're listening to our great-grandfather tell stories about his youth!"

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Ling's expression softened. "Mommy has been busy and hasn't been able to play with you. Are you bored? How about this, Mommy will take you out to play tomorrow, okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Okay! Baby loves Mommy the most!"

Jiang Ling smiled indulgently and bent down to kiss each of her children's cheeks.

Looking through the bronze mirror, from an angle unseen by Jiang Ling, Yun Jiao noticed the two babies' subtle movements. Yun Jiao was wise and perceptive; he was certain that many things were happening behind his back!

Silently putting away the bronze mirror, Yun Jiao clasped his hands together and gripped the wooden box tightly.

His serene, lake-like blue eyes rippled with emotion; he couldn't bear to stand by and watch...

……

the next day.

Early in the morning, Jiang Ling took Jiang Yuyan and Jiang Yuxue out to play.

Wang Jing'an followed them, a bright smile spreading across his handsome face. "There's no place in the capital I, Wang Jing'an, don't know about—the most fun and the best food! Come on! Today I'll show you around and let you eat to your heart's content!"

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Second Brother." Jiang Ling said, her face veiled and her eyes crinkling.

Led by Wang Jing'an, they had a great time. Finally, tired from playing and stuffed, they chose a teahouse to rest and digest.

The teahouse's private rooms are quiet and secluded.

With no outsiders around, Wang Jing'an couldn't resist looking at the clay doll with curiosity and asking, "Baby, can you taste it?"

Jiang Ling did not hide it from the General's Mansion. She told them early on that the mud doll's body contained Jiang Yuxue's soul.

The Zhenbei General's family respected Jiang Ling and her son's privacy and trusted them without hesitation, keeping their secret. For example, on the road, Wang Jing'an used his body to block passersby so that Jiang Yuxue could also enjoy the delicious food.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuxue nodded obediently, "Yes! It's delicious! Thank you, Second Uncle!"

"You're welcome. Baby, you're amazing! Where did all that food go?" Wang Jing'an was incredibly curious.

The mud doll was only the size of a palm, and after eating for a long time, its belly didn't swell up at all.

Seeing his curiosity, Jiang Ling smiled and explained, "Everything the baby eats will be digested into energy by spiritual energy. Second brother, don't worry, he won't get sick from overeating."

Wang Jing'an nodded in sudden realization.

He couldn't help but stroke his chin, smiling and exclaiming, "The mystical arts are truly amazing!"

"Knock knock." Someone knocked on the door.

Wang Jing'an immediately stood up, pushed open the door, and exclaimed, "Eh! Lord Song, is there something you need?"

The man outside said he was drinking tea upstairs when he saw them. His voice sounded particularly haggard and weary, and he pleaded bitterly, "Second Young Master, could you please introduce me? I, Song, have something to ask Master Jiang Lingtian!"

"Ling'er, my little sister?" Wang Jing'an turned around and looked at her, asking, "Shall I see her?"

Jiang Ling smiled and nodded.

She promoted it all, wasn't she just trying to get business to come to her door?

"Sister," Jiang Yuyan called softly.

Jiang Yuxue obediently jumped into his arms, turning into an ordinary clay doll.

Wang Jing'an led his men in and introduced them: "This is Lord Song, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, and this is my little sister Ling'er."

"Please have a seat, Lord Song."

Jiang Ling raised her hand in invitation, her bright eyes sweeping over Song Wenxian's face.

His face looked sorrowful and haggard, with downturned corners of his mouth and a one-inch-long new scar on his marital palace.

Jiang Ling understood immediately, and with a smile, she asked him, "Lord Song, you've come to see me because of your wife?"

"Yes! Master Jiang Ling is indeed amazing!"

Song Wenxian nodded repeatedly, his expression becoming agitated, and his voice trembling as he urgently said, "Master Jiang Ling, I suspect my wife is possessed by a ghost! Just like yesterday, when the Prime Minister's son was possessed! Please, please save my wife!"

Song Wenxian was so excited that he stood up to kneel down before Jiang Ling.

But there seemed to be an invisible force below his knees, preventing him from kneeling down.

Jiang Ling shook her head at him, "Lord Song, you have no ghostly or yin energy on you, and your wife is not possessed by a ghost."

"No! She must be possessed by a ghost, otherwise why would she suddenly change her personality and stop caring about me? Master Jiang Ling, please go to my house and save my wife!"

Song Wenxian stood up and hurriedly pulled out a silver ingot from his sleeve. "This is the deposit! How much do you want, Master Jiang Ling, to save this person?"

Jiang Ling looked at him calmly.

"Lord Song, was the scar on your face inflicted by your wife?"

“Yes.” Song Wenxian covered the scar with a bitter and helpless expression, and said embarrassedly, “She has changed, and she is no longer willing to be close to me.”

Jiang Ling seemed lost in thought; she sensed a faint...

She stood up. "Let's go, let's go see Lord Song first."