Qiao Luochuan

Six years ago, the legitimate daughter of the Chu Family was schemed against by her half-sister and was forced to marry the Princely Heir, who was blind and not long for this world.
Fortunately, her medical skills were excellent, and she detoxified the Princely Heir.
Who would have thought after he came back to life, the emperor would actually want to bestow a concubine upon him—and this jerk didn't even refuse.
Furious, she left a divorce letter and then set the Prince Residence on fire, fleeing in haste.
Six years later, the same Princely Heir remained a lonely man, with all his old servants worrying their hearts out.
One day, upon encountering a Little Baozi on the street who looked strikingly like the Princely Heir, they instantly burst into tears.
"The Prince Residence has a successor! Princely Heir, please come back with us to the Prince Residence quickly."
Who knew, Little Baozi disdainfully said, "Not interested."
"Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is immensely wealthy..."
"My mother is the wealthiest person!"
"Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is extremely safe..."
"My mother is the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch!"
"Princely Heir, the Prince Residence has powerful armies..."
"My mother is the heir to the Nanduan Kingdom!"
Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind: "Then, does your mother need an Imperial Consort? I think myself quite suitable."

My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived

Breaking through acupoints and employing his inner strength and martial arts, Yan Lin was no match for the guards.


In just a moment, those men lay strewn across the ground.


Hearing the commotion here, Yan Lian hurried over, anxiously shouting.


The imperial concubine also rushed over and, seeing her own people injured by Yan Lin, felt a chill she couldn't dispel.


"Linlin, are you determined to make an enemy of me, your mother?"


"It's you who wishes to be enemies with me, so… I have obliged," Yan Lin said with a cold laugh.


The imperial concubine wanted to scold him, but before she knew it, Yan Lin had already drawn his sword, pointing it in her direction.


Was he really about to strike at Her Highness?


The people of Jiangxin Palace were frightened, immediately kneeling and pleading, "Prince, you must not, she is your mother, Prince."


"Are you going to kill me?" The imperial concubine was furious, her voice sharp as she questioned him.


Chapter 38: Putting the Sword to Princess Jiang's Neck