CHAPTER 538: CHAPTER 320: RETURN TO SWORDMASTER PEAK_2

With her intelligence, wit, and talent, if she wanted, it would be easy to rally a group of people within the country using her status. The key issue is that she is a daughter, so getting involved in politics is inappropriate, and the current King Liang would not allow it.

The vast majority of countries treat princesses as bargaining chips, either marrying them off to another country to strengthen relations between the two, or marrying them to promising young talents within the country to build a network and stabilize their base. Many national sects had considered this since a few years ago.

Many were eyeing this opportunity, which made King Liang quite troubled since both options were somewhat unacceptable to him. But one can’t just ignore it either, like rain falling from the sky or a mother marrying off her daughter.

Should he let his daughter realize the value of being a princess or completely set her free? About half a year ago, King Liang finally found the answer and thought of this perfect solution.

Send to Swordmaster Peak.

In this way, as a princess, she would fulfill her royal duty by using her status to secure an ally and a backing for Liang Country, while also gaining personal freedom, allowing her room for self-development.

Since they are a family of cultivators, they naturally understand that getting too entangled in secular affairs leads to anxiety and makes cultivating difficult. They certainly did not want their daughter to follow their old path.

"Master~ Where did you kidnap this young girl from again? It’s not even May yet, and you’ve already brought over twenty girls to the mountain. She’s the twenty-eighth girl, sob. If it weren’t for us sisters waiting day and night, my baby might be born without knowing what its father looks like."

A sarcastic voice came from not far away.

Expression stiffened.

Turning around, a wheelchair was slowly moving towards me!

No, I should say an ancestor.

The woman in a green dress sitting in the wheelchair was holding her belly with one hand and supporting her back with the other, looking like she was about to give birth. Her little face was full of grievance and confusion, and her resentful little eyes made people’s skin crawl.

The woman pushing the wheelchair was relatively more mature and steady, wrapped in a blue dress that accentuated her attractive figure. Her long hair was tied up high, revealing a snow-white neck. Her face bore a gentle smile full of amusement, as if nothing could ever anger her.

The wheelchair stopped before me.

"Master~ You’re quite the dashing gallant outside, bringing home one pretty young girl after another."

"Sob, sob sob~ I know master likes young girls. It’s just that after we’ve given birth to children for the master, he despises us for being old and faded."

"Fine, fine, this time I heard you’ve attracted quite a few girls from outside, some from the Southern Border, and even from the Joyful Sect. Master, doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

Covering her full chest with one hand, tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes as if she’d suffered a great grievance, especially combined with her bulging belly and restricted mobility, made one want to burst with anger on the spot.

They might just want to strike a certain heartless man dead on the spot.

"No, not only does it not hurt, but I feel quite pleased inside. Next time, I’ll bring a few more to share the bed, and you can stand at the door eavesdropping to satisfy your craving."

"..."

World-view shattered.

Jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Though the little princess had a mindset beyond her years, such a heavy statement nearly made her spit out right there. Before coming back, Jiang Feng had already warned her that there was a particularly improper senior sister in their sect.

But to such an extent!?

"Master, you have such a cruel heart. If you continue like this, I, I won’t live anymore!"

"Fine, then I’ll fulfill your wish!"

Savage light instantly erupted in the eyes.

As they say, a man without poison isn’t a real man. Enraged, Mr. Jiang finally exposed his morally bankrupt nature, unsparing and directly thrust a karate chop towards Lu Luo’s bulging belly.

Directly pierced through!

Even Liang Yu was terrified by the scene. She guessed that this senior sister was likely acting, but didn’t expect her senior brother to be so ruthless.

"Ah!"

With a scream, Lu Luo’s body cooperated by twitching a few times, and then...

Whoosh—

A broad hand thrust into the shirt, pulling out the pillow tied around the waist, tossed it a few times, icy cold to the touch, seemed it was just stuffed inside. After Jiang Feng saw the pattern on the pillow, he rolled his eyes.

"I say, why must you always swipe my pillow when acting?"

"Can’t you use your own pillow to deal with this? Also, how many times have I told you, use a warm pillow; even if you’re acting, at least put something warm on your belly or stuff a lining inside."

"Already injured, and a cold led to an imbalance in your cycle. Plus, you have too many shows lately; even sitting in a wheelchair won’t keep you quiet."

"At least as a new junior sister, can’t you help uphold my mighty image as a senior brother in front of her?"

The girl pretending to be dead on the chair finally raised her eyelids.

Pretended to look at the distance innocently, as if not hearing anything, this attitude made Jiang Feng want to lift Lu Luo up and smack her butt with a ruler.

Why is it that such a big person has nothing left in her mind but unseemly thoughts?

"Image?"

The ’dead’ Lu Luo seemed she had heard something hilarious, sat up in surprise, staring wide-eyed at Jiang Feng.

"My dear master, you wouldn’t think the Peak Master didn’t tell us you got beaten around like a dog in Liang Country by this little junior sister here, would you... ngh! ngh ngh ngh!"

Behind her, a pair of big hands covered her mouth directly.

Su Yi, pushing the wheelchair behind, chuckled softly, naturally covering Lu Luo’s entire mouth, taking care of Mr. Jiang’s face in front of others.

But Mr. Jiang had always been helpless against Lu Luo’s mischief, his expression somewhat darkened, but still turned aside and introduced voluntarily.

"Little junior sister, you arrived late yesterday and only met Sister Su Yi. Initially wanted to bring Sister Lu Luo out to introduce her, but she’s injured and needs rest, needing at least five to six hours of sleep daily."

"The Purple Cloud Palace disciples’ attendance system is related to the Immortal Pavilion’s system, which you may have encountered often during your years living in Yan Country. Usually when we need to train, she helps us with external tasks."

"Her surname is Su, but Sister Lu Luo doesn’t like being called by this name, so better call her by her moniker. Oh, and emphasize once again, everything just now was impromptu, don’t take it seriously."

The two exchanged polite words, then Su Yi led Liang Yu for a tour while Mr. Jiang eagerly pushed the wheelchair.

But after barely two seconds of peace, Lu Luo, in her usual provocatively irksome tone, started getting on someone’s nerves again.

"Hmm, young and handsome, fresh and not at all vulgar, and carrying an air of nobility like some fortune surrounds them, born extraordinary, mostly a royal offspring. Master, your taste is getting pickier."

Compared to the pale face from before, after several months of recuperation, her complexion was clearly more ruddy, energetic and it seemed she even gained a bit of weight.

Though she still couldn’t entirely leave the wheelchair, she could barely walk a few steps, her internal meridians were slowly recovering, and her shattered Dan Mansion was replenished. However, it would take at least a few more months to continue cultivating.

This reflects Lu Luo’s mindset shift. In the time right after she was injured and saved, she was silent, lying in bed all day with open eyes, like a walking corpse. But now...

Hmm, she’s full of energy.

"What, you can tell?"

"Of course, back then I was in the biggest brothel in Yan Country where I saw the defeated princesses with my own eyes, even saw an Empress Dowager in her forties forced to serve those lords... "