After I Transmigrated, a Throne Was Waiting for Me to Inherit

Mu Changlan’s hair turned white overnight. She spent her life and turned the tide.

The fatal trap set for Xuan Qing had been broken.

She left the prison at the first light of dawn.

The officials welcomed her, kneeling and kowtowing as they cried, “Long live Your Majesty! Long live, long live!”

Yet her Grand Preceptor, whose power held sway over the entire court, was nowhere to be seen.

She pushed away the attendants bringing her dragon robe and crown.

“Where is Mu Changlan?” she asked.

Not a soul present dared answer.

Grand Preceptor Mu had passed away. Her body was already in a coffin, inside Spiritwood Valley.

Before long, the Xuan Cang Kingdom welcomed its first princess.

Though Xuan Qing was utterly exhausted, she forced herself to walk, carrying her daughter to the ice coffin and struggling to lift the lid.

“Changlan, look. Our eldest daughter is here. Doesn’t she look just like you?”

Mu Changlan’s frozen body gave no response.

But in her heart, she cursed: You little brat! If the baby catches a chill, just wait till I’m back. I’ll settle the score with you!