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

The General's Residence in Zhenbei.

"came back!"

"That's wonderful! Ling'er and Madam Song are both back!"

Everyone watched with excitement as Jiang Ling and Madam Song walked in.

"Mother!"

Jiang Yuyan rushed over and threw himself into Jiang Ling's arms. He asked, sensing something, "Mother, where is my sister... the mud doll?"

Jiang Ling picked up Jiang Yuyan, kissed his cheek, and whispered, "Baby's home."

"Oh."

Jiang Yuyan's bright eyes dimmed, and her cool and arrogant face turned dejected and reluctant.

Twins are the ones who are most reluctant to be separated.

Jiang Ling smiled and coaxed him, "Be good, baby. Maybe the baby will come again in a couple of days."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuyan's eyes immediately lit up again.

Very good!

"Madam!" Song Wenxian rushed over nervously and excitedly, wanting to hug Madam Song.

However, Madam Song avoided her, her face cold and distant.

Song Wenxian was shocked and uneasy. He looked at Madam Song, then at Jiang Ling: "Master Jiang Ling, has my wife not returned yet?"

Jiang Ling glanced at him, her expression cold and indifferent, and said, "Saving the fox cost one hundred taels, and the reward is one hundred taels, for a total of two hundred taels. No credit."

"Huh?" Song Wenxian didn't react.

Madam Song nodded and smiled, promising, "Don't worry, Celestial Master, I'll have someone send the silver over right away. You saved my life, two hundred taels is too little, it should be a thousand taels!"

"Madam! You are my madam! Madam, you are alright, that's wonderful!" Song Wenxian was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to hug her again, but she dodged him.

Madam Song, her face slightly pale, looked at him coldly and distantly: "I am not your wife, I am Liu Wan. Song Wenxian, let's get a divorce!"

"Madam, why? Are you blaming me..."

Liu Wan raised her hand to interrupt him.

Liu Wan laughed self-deprecatingly, "Song Wenxian, you can continue being your brilliant detective at the Dali Temple. I'm tired. I want to go back to the countryside and live a simple life of weaving and farming. This is the Zhenbei General's Mansion. Don't make a fool of yourself here. Let's go back and take stock of our assets. I only want my dowry in the divorce."

After speaking, Liu Wan bowed to everyone in the Zhenbei General's Mansion and thanked Jiang Ling. Then she turned and left without looking back.

Song Wenxian was heartbroken and filled with remorse as he chased after her.

No matter what he said, Liu Wan didn't give him another gentle look.

My heart is ashen; there's no way to salvage the situation.

They are destined to divorce!

Jiang Ling saw it. Three days later, Liu Wan divorced Song Wenxian and left the capital in a carriage. In her carriage was a sixteen-year-old girl who took Liu Wan's surname and was named Liu Yanyan.

"Sister, if we go back to the countryside, can I eat chicken every day?"

"Of course! We raise our own chickens, so Yan Yan can eat as many as she wants!"

"Yeah! Great!"

Liu Yanyan has forgotten all her memories of being a fox demon; she only knows that she is Liu Wan's younger sister.

Liu Wan, having lost her only child, will treat Liu Yanyan as her own.

They will forget and be unclear about what happened on the mountain! But they can live out the rest of their lives freely and peacefully in the countryside.

"Hey!"

The old marquis sighed with melancholy, "Lord Song was an upright and incorruptible official, what a pity."

"What's a pity? He didn't cherish it, he deserves it!" The old lady glared at him. "You're no better than him!"

"No! What did I say wrong? We're both getting on in years, we can't get a divorce! I was wrong!" The old Marquis panicked and apologized to the old lady repeatedly.

Wang Dewu and his family watched the spectacle with suppressed laughter.

It's all the old Marquis's fault for being blind back then, insisting on protecting the eldest son's family and driving away the old lady. Now that they're bringing up old grievances, we can only accept it.

"Jiang Ling."

The familiar sound of a wheelchair approached from behind her.

Jiang Ling turned around and met Murong Yan's alluring, narrow phoenix eyes, which held a deep and tender affection. His voice was deep and magnetic, sending shivers down one's spine.

He said, "I will not fail to cherish it."

Jiang Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"Ahem!" Jiang Ling put Jiang Yuyan down, pursed her lips, and said in a feigned calm tone, "Little one, give me the whistle. Murong Yan, come with me, I have something to ask you!"

"Oh." Jiang Yuyan obediently handed over the jade whistle.

Jiang Ling took Murong Yan to a deserted lakeside.

She turned around, holding the jade whistle, and questioned, "Murong Yan, is this what you gave to Zai Zai?"

"Yes."

“The Blood Eagle Guards are your private army. You shouldn’t have given such a valuable thing to the little one to play with.” Jiang Ling handed him the jade whistle, asking him to take it back.

But Murong Yan chuckled softly, his voice lazy and indulgent as he said, "Zai Zai is my son, I have no problem giving him to him."

hiss!

Jiang Ling panicked and stared at Murong Yan's face in surprise. "What did you say?"

"Jiang Ling, you are my queen, my wife. Zaizai is my son, and Baobao is my daughter. What's wrong with that?"

"So that's what it means." Jiang Ling muttered to herself, secretly relieved.

"Take it! There will be times when neither of us will be by our son's side. If we encounter danger, our son can mobilize the Blood Eagle Guards to protect him. Isn't that right?"

Murong Yan's words were both forceful and gentle.

Finally, the friendly inquiry miraculously calmed Jiang Ling's anxious heart.

He has a point.

Jiang Ling eventually accepted the jade whistle, then turned to ask Murong Yan another question: "Why did the Crown Prince jump off the building?"

"I made it." Murong Yan casually took the blame for it.

Even if the baby doesn't do anything, he will still kill Murong Jingming!

Keeping your baby's secret can earn you their favor and affection, so why not?

Murong Yan continued, "The Crown Prince has passed away, and His Majesty is about to return from the Lushan Palace. Jiang Ling, I would like to ask you to help me check if His Majesty has anything of mine on him!"

His phoenix eyes were cold and fierce, every word he spoke carried a murderous aura, and his body was chillingly cold.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling smiled and readily agreed, "Sure! No problem!"

She disrespects imperial authority!

He wasn't a great philanthropist either.

She secretly hoped that the Emperor of Yan would die sooner so that the imperial tomb could be opened and she could retrieve the divine jade!

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ling took the initiative to ask Murong Yan, "Who else do you suspect? When the Crown Prince fell into the pit, the royal family would come to pay their respects, right? I'll help you investigate then! I'll help you find all the destinies as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan's breath hitched, and his heart pounded wildly.

He looked at Jiang Ling with intense eyes; she cared about him too!

I care about him!

He's in her heart!

When can they be honest with each other?

They announced to the whole world that Zaizai and Baobao are their children!

"Murong Yan, don't look at me." Jiang Ling cautiously took a half step back.

His gaze was so intense that Jiang Ling felt inexplicably burning.

Murong Yan couldn't help but chase after her, his thin lips slightly parted, calling out, "Jiang Ling, I..."

"Ling'er, my little sister!"

When Wang Jingkang came over and saw that their expressions were all wrong, he immediately scratched his head awkwardly and embarrassedly: "Did I come at the wrong time?"

Jiang Ling immediately walked towards him, "No! Big brother, you've come at the perfect time! Did you need something?"

"Oh, Mrs. Luo sent you an invitation."

Jiang Ling took it and saw that it was an invitation to the black market, with an address and a code on it.

Time flies! It's already time for the black market event!

As Jiang Ling's fingertips traced the black background of the invitation, she suddenly felt a pang of unease, as if she had a premonition.

She immediately did some quick calculations.

A murderous glint flashed in his honey-amber eyes!

Murong Yan's subtly possessive gaze moved from her eyes to the invitation.

Black market invitation?

He has too.