The Bridal Sedan Rises, Carried by a Hundred Ghosts: The Mystic Sect Princess Consort Shakes the World

The bridal sedan rises, carried by a hundred ghosts! Black and white lead the way as yin and yang play wedding music!

Jiang Hua was abandoned at a Taoist temple and raised there for sixteen years. Then, without warning, she was brought back to the Marquis’s manor and made to take someone else’s place as a bride in the middle of the night.

Branded a “star of calamity,” she is despised by the Marquis’s manor and bullied by the Prince’s manor. Everyone in the capital laughs at her, and the commoners and nobles alike see her as a pitiful little thing.

Until the day a cavalry general travels a thousand miles to kneel at her door and plead:

“Master Jiang, please grant this old man another life-saving talisman!”

The princess who has shut herself away from the world in a Buddhist temple arrives with gifts:

“Thank you, Master Jiang, for clearing away my confusion all those years ago!”

The wealthiest merchant in Jiangnan presents her with ten thousand taels of gold:

“Master Jiang, please accept this token of my gratitude!”

The capital’s powerful families are thrown into an uproar. They line up to visit her, all hoping for a word of guidance from the Princess Consort of Jin.

Even her heartless father and cold mother show up with her scheming half-sister to sponge off her, while everyone in the Prince’s manor fawns over her.

Jiang Hua is getting a bit of a headache. No one told her that revealing her secret identity would cause such a commotion.

Ji Su, the Prince of Jin, is known as the “living dead.” He discovers that his new bride is like a pot of Biluochun tea that has just unfurled: delicate on the surface, ruthless in her methods.

When Jiang Hua finishes her business and tries to climb the wall to sneak back to the Taoist temple, he easily stops her. “Is my princess planning to have an affair and steal my heart without taking responsibility?”

Jiang Hua: “You flatter yourself, Your Highness. What feelings could there possibly be between us?”

Ji Su leans in close, pressing his lips to hers. “A few more times in the bedroom, and there will be.”