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

Reminded by Jian Yun, only then did Yan Lian remember...


After he arrived at the Princess Residence, Nan Xing had told him about the incident of the great fire where the Eighth Princess Consort's hand was injured.


Her hand would often ache and tremble, and the pain would worsen if she became too exhausted.


Thus, he quietly calmed down and stopped interrupting.


It was also at this time that he finally realized that something was amiss.


Why was the palm of his hand feeling so soft?


When he stiffly raised his head, he discovered that Jian Yun was holding his hand.


Noticing his gaze, Jian Yun quickly looked down as well.


Only then did she realize that in her haste, she had inadvertently grasped his hand.


"I apologize, Ninth Prince," Jian Yun said with an awkward tone.


Yan Lian's expression was also somewhat unnatural as he whispered softly, "It's, it's fine."


Could it be that the Ninth Prince was embarrassed?


Chapter 217: Yan Lian Distraught