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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 · História
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378 Chs

Chapter 293: This King Performs 'Filial Piety' on Behalf of Ah Jiu

"Prince, someone just charged into the carriage!"

The voice from outside furrowed Murong Jiu's brows, yet she found the wails eerily familiar.

Lying in front of the carriage was a disheveled old man, clothed in garments that seemed unwashed for ages, stiff as if frozen in snow for many days. The person rolled in agony, crying out in pain, yet there wasn't a single drop of blood on the ground.

The coachman also said, "Prince, I didn't touch her. I stopped in time before she rushed out."

"It turns out to be Old Madam Murong!"

Murong Jiu let out a low laugh, leaped down from the carriage nimbly, and walked toward the person on the ground.

Jun Yuyan stood by her side, limping, adopting a protective stance. The silver mask on his face would only come off inside the Prince Mansion.

After Murong Jiu's voice fell, the old woman's head jerked up; no longer pretending to wail in pain, she glared at Murong Jiu with a twisted expression,