Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

On March 3rd, the young miss of the Duke of Zhenguo Manor married the Prince Qin. With the sound of the gongs and drums, and the decorations of the lanterns and decorations, people in half of the capital could hear the liveliness.

Murong Ling woke up from the bridal sedan, the killing intent in her eyes had not faded when a new memory that did not belong to her appeared in her mind, leaving her stunned.

Compared to her colorful experience, the girl's life was not very good. After the birth of her mother, her stepmother entered the house and began her life as a bullied and abused Cinderella. She had finally fallen in love with a Prince Zhao and mustered up the courage to escape from the marriage, only to be accidentally killed by her cinnabar mole.

In the end, she was forced into a bridal sedan by a servant of the Prince Zhao Palace halfway. No one knew that she had died until the Murong Ling who came from another world woke up from her body and inherited her memories and hatred.

In his memory, that woman who had the same name as him lived in a pitiful state. Murong Ling felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, she was originally the eldest grandson of an ancient martial family in the twenty-first century, and was also a peerlessly talented scientist.

In the end, he was still too weak.

She closed her eyes and meditated, trying to circulate the inherited Mu Rong Family cultivation technique. A weak stream of air flowed through her meridians, slowly healing the wounds that were originally filled with scars.

With his meridians blocked and toxins mixed together, this body of his was simply too weak. Even if he could cultivate a family cultivation technique, he would still need to spend time to heal his body.

However, what she lacked right now was time.

Bang.

The door of the bridal sedan was violently kicked open, and the woman with the matchmaker's mole at the corner of her mouth roughly pulled her out, saying in an odd tone, "Oh, she's just a slut, a chaste and whatever. With a woman like you, you actually dare to turn your back on the Prince Qin and run away from the marriage?

The nanny shot him a cold glare filled with killing intent. She felt as if she had fallen into an icehouse, as if she was standing on a grave outside the city. Strangely, she felt a stream of warmth rapidly drain from her palms.

"Ah, Witch! Witch! "

She immediately flung Murong Ling's hands off and gently caressed his face as she felt a few wrinkles appear on her well-maintained face. Panicking in her heart, she pulled at the guards at the entrance of the Prince Qin Palace and shouted crazily, "Someone come quickly, quickly capture her.

No one believed her crazy words, the guards quickly forked her away, leaving behind Murong Ling who was dressed in fiery red bridal clothes, slightly frowning at the entrance of Prince Qin Palace.

Even the Special Ability had degenerated. In his previous life, he would have taken that nanny's life in the blink of an eye. Now, all he was doing was letting her age.

But, is Prince Qin a fool? Marrying a fool seemed like a good idea.

Patting the dust off her sleeves, Murong Ling walked into Prince Qin Palace under the watch of the guards. The hall was filled with guests, but there was no bridegroom.

"Where's the Prince Qin?"

The emcee, who was wiping away his sweat from anxiety, had a bitter face. "To reply Princess, the prince and his concubines have been hide-and-seek and have yet to be found."

Murong Ling gently snorted, what a huge greeting.

"Coincidentally, I'm the best at playing hide and seek."

At this moment, the guests in the hall looked at her as if they were looking at a fool.

The Prince Qin Palace covered more than 90 mu of land, the main courtyard could not even be counted with ten fingers, and there were even more rooms, corridors, and pavilions of various sizes. The Prince Qin was determined to hide, how could she, the new wangfei, be able to find them?

And she still thought that the Prince Qin Palace was her State Duke Mansion? He simply did not know his place.