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

Upon arriving in the study, Chu Baihan then learned that he hadn't lied to her.


Indeed, there were many official duties for her to handle.


These past few days, in dealing with the affairs of the Xiang Family, she had nearly forgotten that she was also the Princess of Nanduan Kingdom and the Great General.


There were many state affairs still waiting for her to write about.


Yan Lin walked behind the long table, opened the documents, and began grinding the ink.


Hearing Yan Lin's words, a flicker of emotion passed through Chu Baihan's eyes.


He had always been unwilling to admit that he was Yan Lin.


But one can't fake a person's handwriting.


Taking a deep breath, she quickly nodded, "Okay."


Soon, she recited a long section of text.


Yan Lin's movements were also quick; he fluidly wrote down her words on the documents.


Chapter 237 The General Has Arrived