Her Highness is so terrifying

As her thoughts gradually returned, Jiang Jingyuan realized that she had just fallen asleep. Half asleep and half awake, she thought leisurely: "Rong Yejin... seems to be the prime minister of the current dynasty. And that national teacher, who is also quite famous in later generations, is called Yan Rugui..."

Um?

who? ? ?

Rong Yejin is Rong Hou's younger brother, so it barely makes sense that he came to see Jiang Jingyuan... uh, okay, it's still a bit far-fetched.

But this is Yan Rugui who was passed down as a legendary figure by later generations!

Could a princess who couldn't cultivate herself actually allow Yan Rugui to come out of seclusion?

Jiang Jingyuan was shocked inwardly, but his face remained calm without a ripple, and he still looked as if he had not yet woken up.

She could already imagine what would happen to her if her clues were discovered... Jiang Jingyuan couldn't help but sigh again. She, Jiang Yunshu, would not be able to experience the funeral services of the ancient royal family, but Jiang Jingyuan should be able to have a cenotaph.

Her mind was completely clear, and she calmed down very quickly.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Jingyuan had invited these two over simply because he was frightened? Perhaps they had other ulterior motives? Were they here to confirm the situation regarding the magical artifact at the bottom of the lake?

"Jing Yuandian fell into the water." Rong Yejin said softly.

"Tianshui Pond?" Yan Rugui asked.

"Well, I fell into the water unintentionally." Rong Yejin said.

Yan Rugui hummed softly, paused, and said, "Maybe he encountered something dirty in the water..."

He said this very calmly, but it sounded extremely meaningful to Jiang Jingyuan.

Bang, bang, bang—

Jiang Jingyuan's heart, already clenched tightly, began to beat wildly, and he nearly leaped to his feet upon hearing that. Luckily, he was only frightened to the core, and remained seated quietly on the couch with his eyes closed.

"National Master, what is this...?"

She heard Rong Yejin's voice, which was slightly hesitant and a little surprised.

"I have been ordered to come here and I will do my best."

Yan Rugui said coldly, almost indifferently.

"This...?" This was Jiang Jingjian's low question.

this……?

What is this?

Please explain clearly what you mean by going all out?

The more Jiang Jingyuan listened, the more panicked she became. She hadn't felt anything until now, so why were you going to use your ultimate move just like that?

It sounded like Yan Rugui was using a very powerful but seldom used magic. This surprised Rong Yejin, who had been living in turmoil for a long time, and made Jiang Jingjian, who was highly respected both inside and outside the palace, puzzled as he had never seen such a magic before.

Jiang Jingyuan subconsciously wanted to wake up quickly and refuse.

As soon as the thought flashed through her mind, she quickly controlled her movements.

I can't interrupt him, it's too obvious, it's totally self-incriminating!

Are we just going to leave it to fate?

Jiang Jingyuan was now only thankful that his outward reaction was always a beat slow, otherwise the people in front of him would have seen his panicked look with his eyes tightly closed and sweat dripping down his back - he had saved the Imperial Master a big move and could have arrested her directly without even thinking about it.

What to do, what to do...

By the way, the incense was lit by the Imperial Master. Doesn’t the Imperial Master know how long it will take for her to wake up?

There's no need to consider her condition when performing the spell, so why not just let her sleep until the end?

Also, if Yan Rugui only used the spells of detection and search, would even the Prime Minister lose his composure when he saw it?

Yeah, now that I think about it, Rong Yejin's tone just now was clearly a joke...

It's a test.

Jiang Jingyuan made up his mind, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pretended to have just woken up and slowly opened his dark eyes.

The light could not illuminate the depths of her eyes. Only the reflections from the furnishings in the hall were faintly reflected on her pupils, like a disguised harmless abyss quietly waiting for its prey to take the bait.

If they don't just fight for face, the Jiang family and those two liars wouldn't be able to do this much, right? ! ! Jiang Jingyuan thought expressionlessly.

Rong Yejin saw that she had woken up and smiled at her. His bright red official robe and fair face were like a spring breeze. "Don't be nervous, Your Highness. The Imperial Master is very capable."

Jiang Jingyuan… Jiang Jingyuan sneered inwardly, expressionless: Enough! She really knows how powerful the Imperial Master is. Stop talking!!!

Yan Rugui said nothing, his expression focused, and he touched her forehead with two fingers of his right hand dipped in cinnabar.

Watching the cinnabar getting closer and closer and getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, Jiang Jingyuan felt that the days were passing by like years and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

A slight chill touched his brows, and Jiang Jingyuan was distracted when he heard Yan Rugui say calmly, "Okay."

alright?

That’s it?!

Jiang Jingyuan remained expressionless, but secretly complained in her heart. If this person's name was not Yan Rugui, she would have suspected that he was also a liar.

The White-robed Imperial Master didn't say much, but simply instructed: "Your Highness, just light the five-day incense."

"Your Highness, please have a good rest. We will take our leave." Upon hearing this, Rong Yejin decisively said goodbye and politely declined Jiang Jingjian's offer to see him off.

He just left some incense and left... As expected, Jiang Jingyuan being possessed by an evil spirit is not a big deal. The main thing is that it is strange that an eleven-year-old child could escape from the killing realm of magic weapons.

Only after seeing the grand group of more than a dozen people walking away did Jiang Jingyuan secretly breathe a sigh of relief and slide down weakly onto the soft couch.

"Are you tired? How did you feel just now?" Jiang Jingjian, who had been sitting upright for an hour, suddenly lost his composure, leaned lazily on the table, and asked curiously.

Jiang Jingyuan did not hide anything and said frankly: "I didn't feel anything. I took a nap first, and then I was distracted when I applied the cinnabar." As she spoke, she raised her hand and touched her eyebrows.

"Is that so? I just saw the Prime Minister looking so surprised that he was actually intimidated." Jiang Jingjian found it funny. After a pause, he straightened up and looked at her seriously, saying, "Don't wipe off the cinnabar yet. It looks good this way. You can also apply cinnabar in the future."

Jiang Jingyuan was stunned and stopped moving.

Jiang Jingjian looked around, became more and more satisfied, and nodded repeatedly.

Although eleven-year-old Jiang Jingyuan was wearing a goose yellow dress, she had a serious face all year round and did not look lively and cute like a child.

Now, this little bit of bright cinnabar adds a bit of agility to her and neutralizes her cold aura.

Jiang Jingyuan also looked at him with a burning gaze and nodded seriously.

Then the next second, she took out a handkerchief and wiped off the cinnabar, wiping it repeatedly, as if afraid of leaving any traces.

Jiang Jingjian: “???”

No, you wiped it off right after you said it. What do you mean?!

There was nothing wrong with applying cinnabar, but she didn't dare to keep using the cinnabar given by the Imperial Master. Jiang Jingyuan looked at the white-clothed youth's sorrowful and condemning gaze not far away and said calmly, "Next time."

The young man in white could only nod reluctantly with tears in his eyes.

All day long, Jiang Jingjian was worried that she would be affected by the spell, so he didn't allow her to do this or that. He was also worried that she would be bored, so he finally asked her to watch him do his homework.

Jiang Jingyuan: "..."

Perhaps because Jiang Jingyuan had always been cold, Jiang Jingjian's concern was not too enthusiastic, and he was very measured. But she had to admit that she didn't mind it, and even enjoyed it a little.

"Just watch and learn a little bit first. If you don't understand something, I'll explain it to you later." Jiang Jingjian said while turning the pen nonchalantly.

Jiang Jingyuan nodded, then blinked, and continued to think along the lines of what he said, what if Jiang Jingjian didn't know how to do it either?

"If I don't know how to do it, then I'll go find Jiang Jingsui." Jiang Jingjian said frankly.

Jiang Jingsui, the bright and noble elder brother of the emperor.

In Jiang Jingyuan's memory, Jiang Jinghui was a gentle and easygoing person, just like his mother. She heard Jiang Jingjian say that no one in the palace had ever seen them angry, and they were always gentle and kind.

He is not good at martial arts, but he can quote classics and make people run away in fear.

Jiang Jingyuan nodded.

She continued to watch Jiang Jingjian write, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She felt that she should be able to keep it up for half a day...

In less than half an hour, Jiang Jingyuan decisively said goodbye.

After being sent back to the hall, she stared at the book without turning a page, her thoughts racing as she thought about how she was going to get that thing.

As for her cultivation, Jiang Jingyuan had long been determined to have no chance of becoming an immortal, so even if she had traveled through time, there was nothing she could do.

Fate is truly marvelous. Jiang Yunshu was unable to cultivate it before.

From Jiang Yunshu to Jiang Jingyuan, it seemed that the only thing she could rely on was the "Teng Snake" mark...

After confirming this, she inevitably felt a little frustrated, but it was only a moment of depression - after so many years, she should have gotten used to it. After all, there was nothing she could do if she wasn't used to it.

She had dinner with Jiang Jingjian before dark and rested for an hour before being forced to rest.

The next day.

At daybreak, Jiang Jingyuan was awakened by the palace maids who came in one after another. She was hurriedly dressed and taken out of the palace.

As soon as she walked out of the palace gate, she saw the young man rushing over. Jiang Jingjian was not wearing those waist ornaments today, only a neat and simple white robe.

"Go, go, go, we're almost late!"

Jiang Jingjian stepped forward and pulled the girl's hand, but failed.

He pulled a little harder, but it still didn't move. Then he turned around and looked at Jiang Jingyuan in confusion.

"I'll stay here." Jiang Jingyuan said concisely.

Jiang Jingjian turned around and looked at her, thinking that she was scared because of what happened the day before yesterday.

He could guess the reason why those people were dissatisfied with Jiang Jingyuan, and it was precisely because he could guess those sour thoughts that he became even more angry: "There are so many people coming and going on the sidelines every day, what right do they have to say that to you?!

"Just follow me, I'll see who dares to say anything!"

Jiang Jingyuan wanted to explain that he was not afraid to go, but just wanted to take a look around.

"You must go." Thinking of the news that Jiang Jingyuan fell into the water just after he hadn't seen her for a while the day before yesterday, Jiang Jingjian was furious. He stared at the girl in front of him and kept using the word "must".

Seeing that he seemed to be refusing to discuss the matter, Jiang Jingyuan had no choice but to nod and silently lit a candle in her heart for those who were involved in this incident the day before yesterday.

The sky gradually brightened at a speed clearly visible to the naked eye, but the wind was still chilly in the early morning. The young men in the martial arts training ground didn't care about the cold wind at all, and gathered in groups of three or five to chat.

Suddenly someone said "Hey", and everyone looked up in one direction.

Under the sky that was so pale blue that it was almost white, three figures with high morale were walking towards them from afar.

The two leading young men in white had cold eyes and stern expressions, and walked with a ruthless pace.

Step by step, step by step, stepping heavily on people's hearts.

The girl who followed also had a cold face, raised her chin, and walked towards them with big strides.

Everyone's pupils shrank, as if they remembered something, and they looked away one by one, scattering hurriedly like frightened birds.

In full view of everyone, the three of them walked straight to the empty space among the crowd.

Jiang Jingjian paused, glanced around with contempt, snorted coldly, and continued forward.

Jiang Jingzong also stopped, raised his hand to stroke the tassel on his sword, without even looking at the crowd, shook his head casually, humphed, and walked forward.

Jiang Jingyuan, however, remained calm, staring straight ahead with his chin held high, following the two without stopping.

Just now, Jiang Jingyuan and Jiang Jingjian met Jiang Jingzong on the road. When Jiang Jingzong heard this, he remembered this account and immediately came up with this great idea that was unrivaled among the others.

When Jiang Jingjian heard this, he agreed without thinking.

When their eyes turned to Jiang Jingyuan, they both thought for a while, and finally strongly requested Jiang Jingyuan to maintain his own style, but to keep his chin up all the way, saying that it looked like he was asking for a beating.

Jiang Jingyuan tried to influence them with silence, but they rejected him with their eyes. Then, Jiang Jingyuan, who was rejected, had no choice but to look down on them.

Along the way, whenever she thought about the fact that these two people were also trying to support her, she felt that she could tolerate it.

In the past, Jiang Jingyuan sat on a small stool under the shade of a tree and watched, but today Jiang Jingzong carelessly asked someone to bring in tables and chairs.

After Jiang Jingyuan was reluctantly helped by Jiang Jingzong to sit down on the chair under the tree, he could finally relax his stiff neck.

In accordance with the request agreed upon by the three of them, she glanced at everyone on the scene expressionlessly, then leaned lazily back in her chair, raised her hand to pick up the porcelain cup of tea that Jiang Jingjian had poured on the table, took a sip nonchalantly, and looked up at everyone.

Jiang Jingjian praised her madly in his heart for her excellent work, but on the surface he just smiled at everyone and said, "Keep going, everyone."

Jiang Jingzong excitedly added to the drama himself, pretending to be cold and said to the palace maid who had been waiting by the side: "Serve Her Highness the Emperor well."

The palace maids also responded in unison and loudly:

"yes!"

The sound resounded through the sky.

It was not until this moment that everyone in the martial arts training ground tremblingly remembered that no matter how useless Jiang Jingyuan was, she was still a legitimate princess, born to Queen Rong.

Empress Rong was in charge of the harem, Prime Minister Rong controlled the government, and the Rong family was spread all over the world.

In front of Jiang Jingyuan, these high-ranking students who were accompanying him to study were nothing. Even if he treated them like monkeys, what would it matter?

"Her Royal Highness is so terrifying!!" They trembled inwardly.

When they thought about how they had followed the trend and spoken rudely to Jiang Jingyuan the day before yesterday, they felt their hearts go cold.

And Jiang Jingyuan under the shade of the tree...

In this solemn atmosphere, Jiang Jingyuan... clasped his toes with an expressionless face.

Enough, she said enough, let her go!