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

Royal Palace, Jinluan Hall.

The sound of a wheelchair and footsteps approached outside the hall. The Second Prince, Murong Xian, bowed slightly and smiled slyly with his fox-like eyes, saying, "Uncle, Father is waiting for you inside. He only wants to see you, so we won't go in."

"Alright." Murong Yan's voice was cold and authoritative.

"Little Imperial Uncle!"

Not to be outdone, Murong Hai called out even more affectionately, his smile bright and innocent: "Father's health is getting worse and worse. Little Uncle, be careful when you see Father, don't be frightened."

"Third brother, don't be foolish. Your uncle is the God of War of Yan Kingdom, what kind of situation hasn't he seen?"

"Second brother, I meant well! Otherwise, if Father gets angry, Uncle will be scolded for no reason."

The two brothers were still exchanging sarcastic remarks when the sound of a wheelchair relentlessly entered the hall.

Murong Xian and Murong Hai remained silent.

They strained their ears and craned their necks, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation inside the hall...

……

Murong Yan stared directly at the man on the dragon throne.

At first glance, it looks like a mummified corpse that was just dug out of a tomb!

His face was gaunt, the angles of his bones were prominent, his cheeks were sunken, and his skin was sallow with black spots. His lips were black, and his beard was sparse with only a few strands. He was only forty-five years old, but his hair was completely white and as sparse as his beard, so much so that he couldn't even keep his golden dragon crown on.

It was the height of summer in May, yet he was wearing a thick winter coat. His chin was tucked into the fur collar, obscuring his neck.

Beneath his dark, sunken eye sockets, his eyes gleamed like those of a demon, staring intently at Murong Yan with a sinister and chilling gaze.

"Your subject greets Your Majesty!"

Murong Yan, sitting in his wheelchair, bowed slightly to Murong Ze.

Murong Ze stared intently at his legs, opened his dark, cracked lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, "I've heard that Brother Yan can stand up now."

"I can only do it occasionally, but I still can't do without a wheelchair."

Murong Yan rubbed his knees with both hands, his cold and handsome face revealing unconcealed resentment and dejection, even the light in his eyes dimmed.

He gave a bitter smile: "Your Majesty, I am ruined for life and can no longer fight on the battlefield for Your Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ze's lips curled up in a pleased smile.

But upon seeing Murong Yan's excessively handsome and devilish face, his expression instantly changed, and he gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly with both hands.

With a sinister glint in his eyes, Murong Ze opened his mouth and probed in a hoarse voice, "Brother Yan, tell me, between Xian'er and Hai'er, who should be made crown prince?"

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's remains have not yet been laid to rest. Discussing the selection of a new Crown Prince at this time would likely upset the Empress. It is more important to bury the Crown Prince first!"

“Brother Yan is right, I was a bit too hasty.”

Murong Ze raised his hand to his forehead, breathed heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I am tired, Brother Yan, you may leave."

"My dear brother, please retire."

"Wait!" Murong Ze remembered something and said with a sinister smile, "Bring Jiang Ling into the palace another day so I can see what kind of woman Father chose for you as your princess consort."

Murong Yan lowered his head, a flash of fierceness crossing his phoenix eyes. His tone was calm and cold: "Your subject obeys."

As Murong Yan turned his wheelchair to leave, he brushed past the Empress.

When the Empress saw him, her legs went weak and she trembled, supported by the palace maids and nannies behind her. She was terrified and trembling, and dared not meet Murong Yan's eyes. Only after Murong Yan left did she tidy herself up and enter the main hall with fear and unease.

"Your Majesty! My son died a terrible death!"

As soon as the Empress entered, she knelt down at Murong Ze's feet, weeping bitterly and pleading with him to avenge Murong Jingming!

"The Regent himself confessed that he killed our son! Your Majesty! Our son cannot die like this!"

"Your Majesty! Waaah! Please say something!"

Murong Ze moved his withered and stiff body slowly and laboriously. Every movement made his bones crack, like a machine about to break down.

He reached out, seemingly to stroke the Empress's face, but actually slapped her!

Powerful!

The slap turned the empress's face to one side, leaving a bright red five-finger mark, and her crying stopped.

Murong Ze stared at the Empress with cold, resentful eyes, his voice hoarse as he growled, "You can't even protect my destiny, you worthless piece of trash, you deserve to die!"

"His Majesty!"

The Empress, shocked and grief-stricken, cried out, "My son is your eldest son!!"

"Once dead, he's useless." Murong Ze coldly ordered, "Guards! Convey my decree: the Crown Prince will be buried tomorrow, with all ceremonies kept simple. The Empress has failed in her management of the harem; she is to be immediately imprisoned and not to leave her post without my order!"

"Your Majesty! No! Your Majesty, sob sob..." The Empress was dragged out by the guards with their mouths covered.

Murong Ze immediately gave the order and went to Empress Dowager Zhao's palace.

The palace has been burned down, and everything has vanished.

Murong Ze stared at the collapsed ancient well with a sinister look in his eyes, his withered and sallow face twitching.

"Ye Tianxing, the head of the Imperial Observatory, greets Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

"Night Star".

Murong Ze slowly turned around, his sinister and venomous eyes looking down at Ye Tianxing with disdain. "Eat it! Swear allegiance to me! And I will appoint you as the Imperial Advisor! Otherwise, die!"

Ye Tianxing swallowed hard, looked up and saw a tray brought over by a eunuch, on which was a pill the size of a fingernail, with a talisman engraved on it.

He has no choice!

If you don't eat, you'll die right now!

Ye Tianxing could only take a deep breath, close his eyes, and stuff the medicine into his mouth. The medicine dissolved instantly upon contact with his saliva, and a soft, live worm wriggled and burrowed into his throat…

vomit!

Ye Tianxing felt nauseous.

But under Murong Ze's sinister and ruthless gaze, he could only swallow it down with a pale and twisted expression.

Murong Ze nodded in satisfaction and said in a hoarse voice, "Very good! I want you to do something..."

At the same time, a chill crept into Murong Yan's back.

An ominous sign!

Murong Yan turned to look at the palace. The clouds in the sky were inexplicably tinged with red, like blood.

“Uncle, I brought some fine tea from the Lushan Palace. Please do me the honor of coming to my residence to taste it! I also have some questions I would like to ask you for guidance!” Murong Xian smiled and looked at him with a humble and ingratiating attitude.

Murong Yan glanced at him coldly, "Fine."

"Please, Imperial Uncle!"

Murong Xian's smile widened, and he deliberately smiled at Murong Hai as he left.

Murong Hai clenched his fists in anger, his teeth grinding together!

He beat me to it again!

snort!

Did you think he had no other options?

Murong Hai rolled his eyes and walked out of the palace with a bright smile.

It was just dark.

Two men in black grabbed Murong Hai by the arms and scaled the wall into the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

One of the men in black pointed to the courtyard in front of them and whispered, "Your Highness, we have found out that Jiang Ling lives here!"

"Alright, you may all step back!"

Murong Hai tidied his appearance, looked up, and walked through the gate with an innocent and friendly smile.

As soon as he entered, Murong Hai's eyes met those of a cute, innocent-looking little face perched on the windowsill. Murong Hai panicked for a moment, quickly putting a finger to his lips: "Shh! Kid, don't shout! I'm not a bad guy!"

Jiang Yuyan tilted her head, her bright and sparkling eyes scrutinizing him.

Murong Hai leaned closer, trying to ingratiate himself, "Little one, brother is offering you candy, don't call out to anyone!"

"Kneel down."

Jiang Yuyan used the power of words, and his words became prophecies.

Murong Hai's body went out of control, and he knelt down with a thud, his eyes wide with shock.

How did you do it?

Is this child a little monster?!

"Your Highness!" The man in black saw this and rushed to the rescue...