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Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved

Murong Jiu, the Ninth Young Miss of the Marquis Mansion, was ugly and talentless, and her fate was to harm her relatives. She was raised in the countryside from a young age. Due to her exceptional medical skills, she was used by the Crown Prince, who drained her of all her value and then threw her into a deep well to drown. Only before her death did she realize she had been switched at birth. Others were rightfully enjoying everything that should have been hers; later, all her family died for her, becoming stepping stones for the Crown Prince! Reincarnated, she returned like a vengeful ghost from hell, making her enemies tremble with fear, ready to seek revenge for each grievance. Unexpectedly, she unintentionally became the darling of her biological family, which made her retract her sharp edges. As the substitute Princess Consort of Prince Ling, she and Prince Ling were a fake couple, intent only on finding the real father of the child in her womb, yet unaware that the man from that night was right in front of her…

Qing Shanshan · Histoire
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225 Chs

Chapter 26 Winning People's Hearts, The Shopkeeper and The Scholar

It was raining, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

The carriage from the Prince Mansion swayed gently, slowly heading towards the refugee shelter in Queer Alley.

Murong Jiu, having not rested well the previous night, felt drowsy upon entering the carriage.

Chun Tao moved closer "Miss, rest your head on my shoulder and sleep for a while, we still have some distance before reaching the refugee shelter."

"Alright."

She slept soundly this time, without the turmoil of chaotic dreams.

When Chun Tao gently woke her, the carriage had already been stopped at the entrance of the refugee shelter for quite some time.

As she opened her eyes, Chun Tao quickly wetted a handkerchief with water for her to press against her eyes to freshen up.

"Why are you cutting in line? It's our turn now! The steamed buns are ours!"

A middle-aged man's indignant voice rang out nearby as Murong Jiu removed the handkerchief and lifted the curtain of the carriage.