The emperor almost choked on his own saliva.

Little bald donkey?!

Turning his head, he saw his son’s shiny bald head.

The emperor immediately gave up the idea of defending his son.

Fine, let him be a little bald donkey.

Saving his life was more important.

On the bed, Jun Molin slowly opened his eyes.

[Huh? Why isn’t Bald Brother speaking?]

Jun Molin’s eyes widened in shock.

Who… Who was talking?

Was it the little girl in front of him?

But she hadn’t opened her mouth.

Consort Xian shot her son a look, signaling him to stay quiet.

Her son had been in the temple for a long time and then unconscious in a bandit’s den, so naturally, he didn’t know that everyone could hear Yuanxi’s thoughts.

Jun Molin was curious.

He stared at Jiang Yuanxi without blinking.

[That’s strange, I already drove the evil spirit away. Why is Brother still sitting there, dumbfounded?]

Jiang Yuanxi couldn’t figure it out.

[Could it be that Bald Brother has been possessed by another ghost?]

[Ah, that would be troublesome.]

Jiang Yuanxi huffed and climbed onto the bed, placing her hand on Jun Molin’s forehead.

A warm little hand landed on his forehead, and Jun Molin felt warmth spread throughout his entire body.

A gentle stream of warmth seeped in from his forehead, flowing to his limbs and even reaching his heart, enveloping him in warmth.

Just as he was sinking into the sensation, the little hand was lifted, and the familiar coldness returned, sweeping through his body once again.

[No ghost.]

Jiang Yuanxi scratched her head and stared at Jun Molin for a long time before coming to a conclusion.

[Could it be… that he’s just dumb?]

Consort Xiao’s beautiful eyes filled with tears, her hands trembling.

“Yuanxi, please, save Lin’er.” Consort Xian knelt on the ground.

She had seen it—the golden light from Yuanxi’s hands entering her son’s body.

She had lost all hope, but now, a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes once more.

A voice in her heart told her that only Yuanxi could save her son.

The emperor was stunned by the sight.

He had thought Yuanxi might be able to save Lin’er, but he had never expected that a once-proud consort of the palace would kneel before a mere toddler.

He couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

Consort Xian’s love for their son far exceeded his own.

Just then, outside the door, the Third Prince, Jun Mocheng, entered, pushing his wheelchair.

Upon seeing the scene inside, his pupils shrank.

His mother was kneeling before a wild princess, and the little girl showed no sign of rejecting it.

He was furious. “Mother, she’s just a baby! Why are you kneeling to her?”

He had returned late and hadn’t witnessed Jiang Yuanxi being conferred as a princess.

Had he been there, he would have never allowed it.

Consort Xian’s eyes reddened.

Her son was strict about palace rules, but at this moment, she didn’t know how to explain.

On the bed, Jun Molin’s gaze flickered as he looked at his third brother’s legs.

His pupils gradually lost focus.

His mother worried about him to the point of nearly losing her sight.

His third brother had personally ventured into the Miao territory to search for a cure for him, only to be ambushed, falling into the snowy plains and suffering severe injuries.

His legs were now broken and still hadn’t healed.

The wild ghost was right—someone like him shouldn’t exist in this world.

If he died, everything would be fine.

His mother wouldn’t have to worry about him.

His father wouldn’t have to bear the court officials’ criticisms alone.

His brother wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

Dark clouds gradually gathered above the palace, forming thick, rolling thunderclouds over Baochen Palace.

The Imperial Astronomer, Pei Jian, saw this and cursed internally: This is bad.

He rushed out, grabbing a palace servant.

“Where is the Fourth Prince?”

The servant immediately replied, “His Highness is in Baochen Palace.”

Pei Jian didn’t even have time to put on his shoes before dashing toward the palace.

Inside the hall, ominous black energy spread from Jun Molin’s head, swirling like a vortex, as if absorbing all the dark clouds from outside.

The air in the room turned icy cold.

Everyone could feel that something was terribly wrong.

Many palace servants trembled in fear.

Consort Xian immediately pulled Jun Molin into her embrace.

The emperor waved his hand. “Guards! Bring out the prepared talismans and paste them on the walls—now!”

Seeing Jun Molin’s eyes turn completely black, Jun Mocheng clenched his fists and pounded his wheelchair.

It was all his fault.

He hadn’t brought back the cure.

Outside, the dark clouds rumbled with thunder but refused to release rain.

The emperor’s gaze was heavy.

This time, the situation was far worse than before.

The last time this happened, all of Baochen Palace had been drenched in blood.

No one survived—not a single soul.

Even Consort Xian had nearly lost her life.

The emperor didn’t dare imagine how many would die this time.

The moment the palace servants pasted the talismans, a strong wind ripped them off, shredding them to pieces.

The emperor took a step forward, shielding Consort Xiao and the Fourth Prince in his arms.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”

Only Jiang Yuanxi stood there, cheeks puffed in anger as she watched.

Damn it!

A bunch of filthy demons and rotten little ghosts dared to act up in front of her?

They must be tired of living.

She glanced around.

Then walked up to Jun Mocheng.

With a loud rip, Jun Molin’s yellow robe was torn apart.

“What are you doing?!” Jun Mocheng snapped.

Jiang Yuanxi’s expression darkened. “Shut up. Open the door!”

Jun Mocheng was stunned by the sheer presence of this tiny girl.

“You reckless brat! Do you have any idea what’s going on? If those things get inside, we’re all doomed!”

He had arrived late last time but had seen the aftermath of Baochen Palace’s massacre with his own eyes.

He knew how terrifying these creatures were.

Jiang Yuanxi ignored him completely.

She picked up the bowl of medicine the maid had brought earlier and dipped her fingers in it.

A mystical talisman appeared.

She then started drawing a second one.

When her fingers ran dry, she instinctively put them in her mouth to moisten them.

“Ugh! Pah, pah, pah!”

[So bitter! Bleh!]

Jiang Yuanxi’s face scrunched up.

It was so bitter that she accidentally smashed a stone table with a punch.

Jun Mocheng swallowed hard, holding back his words.

She quickly finished the second talisman, placing one on Jun Molin’s forehead and the other on the palace doors.

Then, the tiny girl stormed outside, grabbed a stool, set it down, and stood on it.

Pointing at the dark clouds above, she started cursing.

“You little brats! Back in the day, I ruled over the five realms of immortals, demons, ghosts, spirits, and humans—”

“You sons of—mumble mumble—”

In an instant, the thunder stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed.

Sunlight shone down on Baochen Palace.

“I spit on you!”

“You dare come back? I’ll fight you for three hundred rounds!”

Jun Mocheng, who had witnessed it all, swallowed hard.

He couldn’t understand a word of her curses, but judging by her tone, they must have been filthy.

The emperor looked up at the sky.

Just like that… it was over?!