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

Black hair, like a ghostly hand, entangled and bound, dragging the palace maid into the air.

Beneath thick, black hair, a pale, aged woman's face was visible. She wore magnificent palace attire, and a deep bruise, as if it could snap her neck, marked her long, slender neck, causing her head to tilt to one side.

Jiang Ling and Murong Yan exchanged a glance. The old eunuch was right; Empress Dowager Zhao had been hanged!

"I'm so hungry... My son has brought food for his mother again..."

Because Empress Dowager Zhao was hanged, her tongue protruded from her mouth, hanging long down to her chin. Her voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, unclear, and unpleasant to hear.

"...Such a young face."

Empress Dowager Zhao extended her long tongue and slowly licked the palace maid's face. Her eyes were filled with jealous and sinister rage, as if she wished she could tear the maid's skin off.

The palace maid was so frightened that her body stiffened, and she sobbed with tears streaming down her face.

"Woooooooo..."

Help!

Someone come and save her!

Seeing the palace maid's fear and despair, Empress Dowager Zhao grinned maliciously. As she laughed, her mouth split wider and wider until half her face was split open, revealing a gaping maw with a grotesque tongue, as if she wanted to devour the palace maid whole!

"Woooo!!"

As the fear of death loomed, the palace maid struggled frantically, but she could not break free from the dense strands of hair binding her.

Just as the palace maid was about to be eaten, the sword pierced through the void!

Empress Dowager Zhao was completely unprepared.

The lightning-struck wooden sword flew swiftly through Empress Zhao's gaping maw, severing her tongue.

"what--"

Empress Dowager Zhao roared in agony.

The talisman folded into a triangle, and then, the edges of the paper became as sharp as a knife honed to perfection. With a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," it severed Empress Dowager Zhao's hair, and the palace maid instantly fell from mid-air.

Jiang Ling flew over and caught the palace maid, landing steadily with her in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep." Jiang Ling raised her hand and gently touched the palace maid's eyes.

The palace maid's body went limp, her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep, tears streaming down her face. Jiang Ling moved the palace maid to a corner and set up a protective barrier to prevent her from being attacked by Empress Dowager Zhao.

Jiang Ling moved quickly, finishing in the blink of an eye, then turned around and looked back at the spot where she had been.

Empress Dowager Zhao's tongue grew back, and she frantically lunged at Murong Yan, screaming, "Ah—how dare you ruin my plans! I'll kill you all!!"

Murong Yan's face was as cold as frost, his posture upright, and he swung his sword.

Purple energy flowed into the sword, severing Empress Zhao's demonic claws with a single strike. Her menacing black hair was cut into pieces by the sword's edge, falling into the air and dissipating into black mist.

"what--"

Empress Dowager Zhao cried out in pain, her screams growing increasingly shrill and chilling.

She glared at Murong Yan with resentment and fear, knowing she was no match for him, and turned to crawl back into the well.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a talisman flew over and blocked the well opening.

Caught off guard, Empress Dowager Zhao bumped into the talisman. A flash of lightning struck her, and she screamed and rolled around in agony.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Having suffered repeated severe blows, Empress Dowager Zhao's soul had become dim and weak, and her severed hand and hair would not grow back for a while. She rolled to a large rock, curled up, her pale face twisted in fear, staring intently at Jiang Ling and Murong Yan.

Empress Dowager Zhao roared, "Who are you people? How dare you harm me! I will have my son exterminate your entire family!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan replied with a cold and sarcastic tone: "Execute my entire clan? Then Your Majesty would be the first to offer your neck and commit suicide."

"This king? Who are you?!"

Empress Dowager Zhao stared at Murong Yan with shock and suspicion.

When Empress Dowager Zhao noticed that Murong Yan's stunningly handsome face bore a resemblance to her nemesis, Consort Hu, her eyes widened in disbelief.

She shook her head in disbelief, "No! Impossible! That bastard is crippled, you can't be that bastard!"

"shut up!"

Murong Yan, exuding a fierce and murderous aura, pointed his sword at Empress Dowager Zhao and demanded, "Speak! Did you reveal my mother's identity to the late Emperor and cause her death?"

Empress Dowager Zhao's pale, grotesque face was twisted beyond recognition.

She stretched out her newly healed demonic claws, gripped the stones, and scrambled to her feet, her eyes bloodshot with resentment and hatred as she glared at Murong Yan. "It's you! Murong Yan!"

Empress Dowager Zhao could not accept that Murong Yan was no longer crippled.

They were also terrified of Murong Yan's strength.

She shrank behind the rock, her resentful and venomous eyes darting around before landing on Jiang Ling. "Are you a Celestial Master?"

"You killed him! He was the witch's son!"

"As long as you kill him, when my son returns, I will have him reward you handsomely! I will appoint you as the Imperial Advisor!"

Jiang Ling wanted to laugh when she heard about Empress Dowager Zhao's enticing words.

She walked to Murong Yan's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. "Empress Dowager Zhao, your attempts to sow discord are useless. I am Murong Yan's betrothed, and I will only help him!"

Upon hearing her words, a glimmer of light appeared in Murong Yan's fierce and cold eyes, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the cold aura around him warmed slightly.

He felt a little calmer.

In comparison, Empress Dowager Zhao was incredulous, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Jiang Ling gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword in one hand and held a talisman in the other. Her eyes were cold and sharp as she stared at Empress Dowager Zhao: "You devoured living people, which is unforgivable! As a Celestial Master, I will send you to the underworld tonight to taste the flavors of the eighteen levels of hell!"

"you dare!!"

Empress Dowager Zhao screamed and roared, "My son is the Emperor of Yan! When he returns, he will not let you off the hook!!"

"Murong Yan, it seems she doesn't realize her situation. Shall we teach her a lesson?"

"it is good!"

When Murong Yan and Jiang Ling attacked together, Empress Dowager Zhao was like a punching bag under their hands, only able to take a beating.

You can't even run away!

quickly!

Empress Dowager Zhao was covered in wounds and utterly terrified! She curled up on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

Jiang Ling saw that her soul was so weak and thin, like a layer of white mist, that if she continued to fight, her soul would be scattered. Only then did Jiang Ling grab Murong Yan's arm, "That's enough."

"Okay." Murong Yan obediently stopped.

He was in a great mood right now.

But when he looked at the spirit of Empress Dowager Zhao, Murong Yan's eyes instantly turned fierce, and he questioned her with a dangerous and sharp gaze: "Speak! Did you kill my mother?"

"not me!"

Empress Dowager Zhao curled up in pain, her face filled with fear and resentment. She recalled, "I only told His Majesty that Consort Hu was a demon! It was His Majesty who issued the decree to poison Consort Hu to death, not me!"

"You are the one who truly killed Consort Hu!!"

Empress Dowager Zhao seemed to remember something, and laughed maniacally and ferociously, pointing at Murong Yan and shouting incoherently, "You killed her! She's a monster! Poison couldn't kill her! Hahaha, she dug out her demon core, she made you live like a human, hahaha, how stupid she is!"

Empress Dowager Zhao laughed even more wildly, "How could His Majesty possibly want a son born to a monster! Hahaha! She's so stupid!"

As she laughed, Empress Dowager Zhao clutched her neck, and two lines of bloody tears streamed down her face.

She was completely lost in her memories, consumed by madness, resentment, anger, and fear, unable to distinguish between reality and the past. Suddenly, she cried out, "Your Majesty, how cruel you are! I bore you a son, why did you kill me? Waaaaah!"

"It hurts so much! My neck hurts so much, my son, help me!"

"Waaaaah, my son, your mother did all this for you—"

The information revealed in Empress Dowager Zhao's frantic cries shocked Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling turned around worriedly, grasped Murong Yan's arm, and asked him softly, "Murong Yan, are you alright?"

A tear fell onto the back of Jiang Ling's hand.

next second!

With red eyes, Murong Yan swung his sword, unleashing a sweeping purple aura that tore apart Empress Dowager Zhao's soul.