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

"Fire! Help! Put out the fire!"

"Quick, get some water! Hurry!!"

A raging fire engulfed the palace, its flames shooting into the sky and illuminating the night with a red glow.

The Queen rushed over in a panic, but when she saw the burning palace, her vision blurred, and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse to the ground. The Queen roared in terror, "Save them! No! Save them..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it under the watchful eyes of everyone.

In desperation, he slapped his thigh and cried out, "Put out the fire! This is Empress Dowager Zhao's former palace! When His Majesty returns, he won't let you off the hook!!"

However, even with all the palace guards mobilized, they were unable to extinguish the fire. They could only watch helplessly as the fire grew larger and larger. Finally, at dawn, the palace burned and collapsed, leaving behind only charred ash and black soot, a scene completely unrecognizable.

The queen asked, trembling, "How is the well?"

Imperial Guard: "Your Majesty, the well has collapsed."

The empress couldn't catch her breath, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Outside the palace, Jiang Ling watched the black smoke rising into the sky, a smirk playing on her lips as she said, "It's all burned to the ground. Nothing's left. Murong Yan, are you feeling any better now?"

"Jiang Ling, thank you."

Murong Yan raised his face, his eyes red-rimmed, dark and deep, the whites of his eyes bloodshot. His haggardness and sorrow did not diminish his beauty; instead, they added an indescribable vulnerability that alluringly stirred the softest parts of one's heart.

Jiang Ling's heart softened, and then softened even more.

She said, "I will escort you back to the Regent's Palace."

"Alright." Murong Yan nodded, glancing at the unconscious palace maid out of the corner of his eye. "Someone, send her out of the capital, give her a sum of money, and never let her come back."

"and many more!"

Jiang Ling knelt down, reached out and touched the palace maid's forehead, erasing the memory of that night. The palace maid forgot her terrifying experience, her brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on her face, as if she had just had a beautiful dream.

After she finished, Jiang Ling allowed the Blood Eagle Guards to take her away.

They went back by horse-drawn carriage.

Upon entering the Regent's Palace, Ye Tianxing was already waiting in the reception room for quite some time. Seeing them enter, Ye Tianxing stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Regent!"

Then he grinned at Jiang Ling and said, "Good morning, Jiang Ling."

"Humph!"

Murong Yan stared coldly at Ye Tianxing's smiling face, finding it an eyesore.

He was displeased, and his aura turned cold and menacing. His gaze towards Ye Tianxing was sharp as a dagger, piercing straight to her soul. Murong Yan coldly asked, "Ye Tianxing, did the Imperial Advisor tell you anything before he died?"

"Pfft!"

To everyone's surprise, Ye Tianxing knelt down!

He cowered, his face pale with fear, and cried out, "Your Highness, please don't kill me!"

Murong Yan was stunned.

Jiang Ling had just taken a sip of tea when she almost spat it out. She looked at Ye Tianxing speechlessly. What did he mean by "confessing without being asked"?

Ye Tianxing didn't want to, but when he learned that Empress Dowager Zhao's palace was on fire, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore! His master had said before his death that if he couldn't hide it, he should confess and be treated leniently! He absolutely couldn't go against Murong Yan!

With teary eyes, Ye Tianxing pleaded with Jiang Ling for help, "Boss, you have to save me!"

Jiang Ling raised her hand to her forehead.

She took in her own underlings; she couldn't possibly ignore them.

Jiang Ling lowered her hand and looked at Murong Yan first. Murong Yan received her look, tapped the table with his finger, and said coldly, "Ye Tianxing, tell me first what you know?"

Ye Tianxing carefully took a box out of her treasure bag.

The box was opened, revealing a transparent glass bead. Images flickered inside the bead, its surface shrouded in a hazy white light.

Jiang Ling exclaimed in surprise, "This is a memory bead!"

“Yes. Before my master passed away, he gave me this memory bead. He said that it should only be taken out at the right time.” Ye Tianxing carefully observed Murong Yan’s expression.

Murong Yan's handsome face was as cold as a snow-capped mountain, and his eyes were extremely dark, making it impossible to see through his emotions.

He said coldly, "Open it."

Ye Tianxing swallowed hard, clasped her hands together, and channeled her spiritual energy into the memory bead.

The next second, a white light shot out, enveloping everyone in the room.

……

In the dead of winter, the north wind howled.

The lake in the palace was frozen over, and the faint sound of someone splashing in the water and the crisp sound of water hitting the ice could be heard. Gradually, the sound disappeared, and after three seconds of silence, there was a loud "splash".

The eunuch's frozen corpse and his wandering soul merged into one and regained life.

"Thank...thank...kind..." The eunuch's teeth were stiff from the cold, and his words made a clicking sound.

The woman chuckled and patted his face, instantly warming him up and drying his frozen clothes. She smiled and said, "Little eunuch, I didn't save you for nothing. My name is Hu Mei, and you'll have to arrange an identity for me."

The eunuch kowtowed repeatedly to express his gratitude, then got up and went to carry out his duties.

Hu Mei, however, did not leave.

She stood by the lake, her pale white dress billowing in the cold wind, yet she felt no chill. Turning around, her beauty was breathtaking, otherworldly. Her skin was like ice and jade, every smile and frown captivating.

The Imperial Preceptor stepped forward. At this time, he was in his prime, dressed in a Taoist robe and exuding an aura of righteousness.

Hu Mei greeted him first: "Long time no see."

The Imperial Advisor frowned and stared at her: "The palace is not a place for you. Even a celestial fox is still a demon. You should leave now, and I'll pretend I've never seen you."

"That won't do." Hu Mei shook her head. "I need the protection of a true dragon to avert this calamity, and among mortals, only an emperor can be a true dragon. As long as I survive this final tribulation, I can become a fox spirit! Hey, I saved you when you accidentally entered the demon realm! Don't get in my way!"

The Imperial Advisor remained silent.

The scene fades, and the memory shifts to a magnificent and luxurious palace.

The Imperial Advisor's face was gloomy and unpleasant as he glared disapprovingly at the Imperial Concubine before him. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed in brocade and finery. Just sitting there gently stroking her belly, she was so beautiful that the world paled in comparison, and no one could take their eyes off her.

The Imperial Advisor's voice was suppressed: "You must abort this child! His destiny is too noble; you are a demon, you cannot bear it!"

"No! I love him, I must give birth to him!"

"You're insane! He is your final tribulation. Have you forgotten that you entered the palace to avert this calamity? Once he is born, this half-demon will unleash calamity upon the world!"

Hu Mei simply shook her head, her tone gentle yet firm, "I will not let him become a half-demon. Don't try to persuade me anymore, my mind is made up, this is my destiny."

After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born.

The imperial advisor picked up the baby, made a divination with his fingers, and after a while his pupils widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"Imperial Preceptor, what is my son's destiny?" the emperor asked with a majestic and expectant air, holding his beloved concubine.

The Imperial Advisor took a deep breath, turned around while holding the baby, and said, "Your Majesty, the prince was born with the protection of purple aura and possesses the Xuan Yang physique, which is rare even in ten thousand years. He is born with the destiny of an emperor! He will unify the world and the Yan Kingdom will last for thousands of generations!"

"Hahaha, good! Good, good, good!" The emperor laughed heartily.

The Imperial Advisor and Hu Mei locked eyes. Hu Mei's smile was proud and radiant; she had won!

The Imperial Advisor, however, could not manage a smile.

As a celestial master, Jiang Ling understood the Imperial Preceptor's feelings. An excessively noble destiny comes at a price!

Before his eyes, the Imperial Advisor's memory had reached the night he was given the poisoned wine...