The Mystic Sect Matriarch Is Wild, and the Sickly Crown Prince Is Obsessed with Her

My target: the true daughter of the Marquis of Ningyuan, who was murdered. I landed in the body of a cat held by the frail, sickly, useless Crown Prince. The old master of the mystic sect nearly got sealed in a coffin and buried. That wouldn't do. The cat rose up in fury, reclaimed her corpse, and came back from the dead, scaring those fools to death. One quick divination showed that her cheap father was being cuckolded, and both his son and daughter were impostors. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Of all the children, she was the only real one. Her stepmother was giving off black smoke. She was actually feeding herself to an evil spirit. What a death wish. Lin Yaoxi came back from the dead, and the Marquis of Ningyuan's household wailed all night. The family was destroyed, and all of the capital called her ill-omened. Then a Taoist priest came to exorcise the demon. Lin Yao gave a cold laugh. “Trying to show off your meager skills before a master? Know your place.” Later, the whole capital saw every Taoist priest bow at Lin Yao's feet. But why was that damn Crown Prince always holding her in his arms? That dog of a man was addicted to cuddling cats and really needed to be taught a lesson.