Want to snatch the throne?
Her Highness the Princess isn’t so easy to become!
A marriage contract is no joke, and the Blood Contract doesn’t care whose skin you wear.
Once bonded as companions, your Dao Heart is bound and you can never do anything harmful to the other.
But then a new problem arises—what do you mean by “if it doesn’t work out, just break up later”?
Yun Liu was both amused and exasperated.
What kind of irresponsible father is this!
“Is this a once or twice thing? I’m not a professional marriage scammer, besides, that’s your daughter!”
Yun Liu understood the logic—Jing Yan wanted to force the imposter to reveal themselves and shatter the villain’s plans.
If that wasn’t enough to make them show, then they could obediently serve as an O slave alongside the True Princess to serve their husband.
“My mind is made up, no more words needed! Those who accomplish great deeds are not restricted by trifles. No one is more suitable for this mission than you. When Tan’er ascends the throne, consolidates power, and eliminates the traitors, the royal family will reward you generously!”
Jing Yan spoke sharply.
Commander Geng immediately entered the hall, gesturing to see the guest out.
“The king’s body is unwell. Mr. Yun, please.”
The Zhusheng monarch’s attitude was firm, leaving the young man no chance to refuse. This was only an advance notice.
Yun Liu’s lips moved as if to curse, but he had no choice but to withdraw for now.
After Yun Liu left, Jing Yan leaned on the throne, his aged face looking even more frail, the apparent absurdity of his decree hiding helplessness.
Who could understand his predicament?
In recent years, the four border vassals were restless, no one had confidence in the young Princess, and even close ones like his sister Jing Rui became more aggressive, just waiting for Jing Yan to die, with ambitious types eager to use the royal daughter to threaten the lords.
How could a pampered Princess, raised in luxury, handle this pack of wolves?
Jing Yan had no choice but to take desperate measures—”kidnap” the Shanhai Pavilion Lord to find Tan’er a heaven-sent protector. Even the Demon Sect would hesitate, and at worst, she could survive as a Princess-in-Exile.
Now Yun Liu was the last lifeline for Jing Tan’er. If he refused the imperial decree, then it was truly the Prophecy of Zhusheng’s End.
“Zhi’er, I have no son of my own, and I’ve always considered you family. Tan’er is like a sister to you. If the worst happens, her care will depend entirely on you.”
Jing Yan’s voice was bleak.
Looking across the court, loyal ministers and generals served their own lords, and the only one he could trust was the Commander of the Royal Guard who had been through life and death with him.
“Your Majesty, how can you say such a thing! What virtue or ability do I have!”
Geng Zhi trembled, startled and frightened, sensing that these “last words” were ominous.
“Promise me first.”
“This humble servant will not fail in my duty, I swear to protect the Princess to the death.”
After answering, Commander Geng was confused.
Then…which Princess should I obey?
“Your words put my mind at ease. If you cannot decide, ask the Prince Consort.…”
Geng Zhi wiped his sweat.
That’s a relief—thankfully there’s only one Mr. Yun.
Wait, is this official recognition of a relationship?
An official endorsement from the monarch!
Yun Liu stepped out of the great hall, nearly tripping over the threshold, his smile uglier than a cry.
The two Jing Tan’ers lifted their skirts, following behind and chattering.
“How was it? How was it? What did Father say?”
“Does he not like you?”
“N-nothing.”
Yun Liu looked deeply at them, covered his face, and sighed.
No way to deliver good news, right?
A royal marriage seems like a tremendous fortune—just stand there and idle to complete a side quest and receive rewards, plus you gain two identical twin wives for free.
But remembering that the Fake Princess’s cultivation was even higher than Jing Rui’s, possibly a murderous female demon, Yun Liu felt a lump in his throat.
No, the key issue isn’t the Fake Princess, but how to handle this nominal relationship.
The Shengyu Festival is less than a week away.
“Keh keh keh keh.”
A strange laugh came from Yun Liu’s chest, and a silly, adorable chicken head suddenly popped out.
“You little brat snuck in again!?”
Ao Tian blinked.
“How could I miss such delightful entertainment? The old king isn’t a pushover either—who knew I’d hear such explosive news?”
Since failing to bring his family to Yun Liu, Ao Tian had become a pure Queen of the Sky, spending his days mischievously.
“Marriage isn’t something to be trifled with.”
Yun Liu’s head hurt.
At this point, who still remembered he came to the palace as a home tutor? Unexpectedly, things had grown even more serious.
“You kid—taking advantage and still acting coy! Jing Yan was right, anyway, you’re a habitual engagement breaker, so what’s one more? If a Princess is handed to you for free, why not take her? If you leave her after playing around, that doesn’t count as a joke, right?”
“Can engagement breaking become a habit? Is it because no one wants me? It’s not like you’re being hunted by a skin-wearing person. Of course you can talk so lightly.”
Ao Tian jumped onto Yun Liu’s head, eyeing the two dazzling Princesses with a sly grin.
“A Fake Princess is still a Princess. Just take her down first. Want me to teach you a high-level dual cultivation technique? Guarantee she’ll cling to you and never leave.”
“Go to hell! If this play becomes real, who knows who will drain whom!”
As all veteran engagement breakers know, it’s easy to act cool, but hard to maintain a harem. Walking two boats at once only messes up your own backyard.
“Can you keep an eye on Ji Shiyu? Stop wandering the streets eating random stuff and following me around. What is this supposed to be?”
Mentioning his foolish daughter, Ao Tian grew worried, slumping on Yun Liu’s head, no longer able to laugh.
“Sigh, don’t mention it. Kids grow up and get more rebellious.”
The troublesome child had grown, and now the adolescent Xuan Girl seemed to have her own troubles.
Unlocking the second Fortune had brought both growth and new problems.
Back at Qunfang Courtyard, Qin Yao could tell from their faces that things were not looking good.
After breakfast, Yun Liu sternly supervised lessons in the courtyard.
Her Highness the Princesses, full of fighting spirit, finally had a chance to teach the imposter a lesson.
“Bring it on!”
“Who’s afraid of whom!”
Both sides grabbed wooden swords and clashed, the Sword Manual of Hidden Mist swirling with elegant movements.
After a hundred moves, it was still a stalemate.
Not only were their cultivation and souls alike, even their sword styles were identical—there was no way to break through.
The girls watched in amazement as Qin Xing sat nearby, peeling a sugar-coated tangerine and removing every thread, then feeding it to Yun Liu.
Yun Liu stared hard at the two Jing Tan’ers, still unwilling to give up, hoping to catch the imposter slipping.
If you don’t want to take the blame, the solution is simple—find the fake early.
Both were panting, unable to decide victory or defeat, and finally threw down their swords, shouting in frustration.
The longer everyone watched, the more shocked they became.
Who would’ve thought the fake could even use the Five Peaks Sword Canon?
No one thought it was funny anymore.
The substitute was like a turtle in its shell, determined to play everyone for fools.
Now, they wished the Fake Princess would do something bad just to break the tension.
“Just waiting around isn’t working. Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Qin Cha’s suggestion was immediately approved by the three heads.
The palace was suffocatingly dull.
Geng Zhi didn’t object either. Following the royal order, he allowed it, thinking if the fake dared to harm the True Princess, she’d be digging her own grave, and with a powerful master nearby, he chose to protect from the shadows.
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