After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

As the Soul Tracing Mirror shattered, blood oozed from the corners of Xia Yurou's mouth. Xiaoxue, who had been supporting the princess, asked worriedly, "Miss, are you okay? Is everything serious?"

Regardless of her weak body, her tense nerves did not get relieved. She did not avoid the gazes of the crowd at all, and threw herself directly into the prince's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and said in a choked voice: "You...you scared me to death."

Ren Chenxi felt the warmth in his arms, lowered his head to look at the wife whom he regarded as a precious treasure, and rubbed the top of Xia Yurou's head lovingly, his movements extremely gentle.

"Rou'er, I came out safely."

Xia Yurou's eyes suddenly fell on the shocking wound on Ren Chenxi's left shoulder. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she touched the edge of the scar. She said angrily and distressedly: "Ren Chennan was so ruthless. You are brothers and sisters after all. How can you kill each other like this?"

In order not to make Rou'er worry, Ren Chenxi endured the pain and comforted her: "It's just some superficial injuries, it's nothing serious."

How could she not know what the prince was thinking? She broke free from his arms, turned to Xiaoxue and said, "Go get my medicine box."

"Yes, Miss, wait a moment, I will get it right away."

Xiaoxue ran anxiously towards the carriage outside the mansion without delay, fearing that the prince's injuries would worsen and so she did not dare to delay.

Afterwards, Xia Yurou whispered to Ren Chenxi, "Your wound is so deep that you can see the bone. How can you say you are fine?"

Looking at Rou'er's nervous expression, Ren Chenxi gently held her hand against his chest and said softly: "Rou'er, you just gave birth to Hanhan and your body is weak. How can you get angry again?"

She covered her chest, rolled her eyes, and scolded: "My Lord, as your wife, how can I watch my husband get so badly injured and do nothing? Next time, I will let Ren Chennan know that my Beiwang Mansion is not without people."

As he spoke, the white light faintly surrounded Xia Yurou, as if ready to transform into a protective blade at any time.

Ren Chenxi came to Er Niang's side, staring at Hanhan who was sleeping soundly in her arms, his eyes so gentle that tears could be dripped out.

The little guy's hands were half-clenched into fists, his cheeks were lightly flushed, his breathing was even, and there was a satisfied smile on the corners of his mouth, as if there was endless sweetness in his dream.

He picked up Hanhan carefully, his movements were clumsy, and he was afraid that he would accidentally break this fragile treasure.

The sunlight shines on the father and daughter, creating a particularly warm picture. Ren Chenxi gently kisses Hanhan on the forehead, as if all his love is condensed in this kiss.

In the eyes of everyone, Ren Chenxi is no longer the cold King of Beiling, but a father who is full of tenderness towards the little princess.

Xiaoxue ran over carrying a heavy medicine box, placed it on the table, and after opening the lid, a scent of medicine wafted out.

She took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from the medicine box. The bottle was filled with top-grade medicine for wounds. It was a medicine specially made by the princess when she came to Nandu to prevent any accidents.

Xia Yurou had fought for China for many years and had been injured countless times. When she had no other options, she basically treated her wounds herself, so she had some basic knowledge of medicine.

She sprinkled the powder evenly on the wound on the prince's left shoulder, being extremely careful with each stroke for fear of hurting him.

Ren Chenxi endured the pain from the wound, and looked at her gently with his deep eyes, which were full of love.

In a corner of the hall, the soft light was solemn; the grandfather and grandson stood facing each other, as if they were both silent.

Liu Qingyun's face was pale due to the serious overdraft of internal energy, and he couldn't hide the self-blame between his brows. His empty eyes only reflected the figure of Nightingale at this moment.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch his granddaughter, and his shaking hand finally fell on Nightingale's shoulder.

The usually cold and frosty Nightingale softened a little and called out in a small voice: "Grandpa."

Liu Qingyun looked at Nightingale with loving eyes, and his weathered hands gently stroked her cold cheek, as if dispelling her loneliness over the years.

The Nightingale stood there with his stiff body, not knowing how to respond, but his heart, which had long been sealed in dust, was slowly melting like a glacier.

"My dear granddaughter, Grandpa has been looking for you, but there has been no news of you. It was only when you came to Nandu that I knew you were my Liu Qingyun's biological granddaughter. It's Grandpa's fault that you suffered so much and became a killer."

This sincere emotion deeply touched Nightingale's heart. She felt as if she felt the love from her family, which was a warm harbor that she had never had in her career as a killer.

While the two were talking, Xia Yurou gently bandaged Ren Chenxi with the last layer of gauze, and she felt much more relieved.

She stood up and walked straight to Nightingale, with a gentle smile on her lips and sincere joy in her eyes.

"Yingzi, congratulations on finding your grandpa."

Nightingale's eyes flickered slightly in Xia Yurou's gentle smile. She pursed her lips gently, and her voice was cold but warm: "Nightingale has been buried in the Soul Tracing Mirror. From now on, call me Jiang Wan. I am Jiang Zi'ao's daughter."

Xia Yurou nodded quickly in agreement: "Okay, okay, Wanwan, this is the name a girl should have."

She still looked like an icy beauty, and said to Liu Qingyun calmly: "Grandpa, can you make an exception and change the rules? It is not appropriate for the princess to travel far back to Beiling after giving birth to the princess. Can you let the princess stay in the mansion to recuperate before leaving?"

Liu Qingyun's heart was filled with gratitude towards the princess. If she hadn't risked her life to help him, his precious granddaughter would probably have been trapped in the Soul-Tracing Mirror forever and would never have been able to get out.

He said solemnly to the servants standing by, "Clean up the East Garden immediately and make sure it is warm and comfortable. The princess and the princess need to rest here. Send the best chef to prepare nourishing meals. The princess is weak after giving birth, so don't neglect her at all."

The servants hurriedly bowed and accepted the order, then left in a hurry. The mansion suddenly became busy, but everyone worked in an orderly manner.

The once solemn and deserted City Lord's Mansion no longer has its former image, but now has a touch of warmth.

In the East Garden, maids were carefully wiping every piece of furniture and replacing the soft bedding. The air was filled with a light scent of incense, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Xia Yurou was supported by Xiaoxue and slowly walked into this temporary new home. Wherever she looked, she saw traces of the servants' careful arrangements, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Next to the bed was a crib with a carved fence, which was made by a sculptor using the finest rosewood at City Lord Liu's request.

In the crib, Hanhan's tiny body was gently wrapped in a soft silk quilt. She seemed to feel the love all around her, and her little face was filled with a happy smile.

The little hands and feet were waving restlessly, occasionally touching the fence, and then making clear and pleasant chirping sounds, as if having the purest conversation with the world.

Xia Yurou gently pushed aside the loose hair on Hanhan's forehead and touched her tender cheek with her fingertips, full of maternal glow.

There was a doting smile on Ren Chenxi's lips, and his eyes showed both love for his daughter and deep affection for Rouer.

He gently held Xia Yurou's hand, and they smiled at each other. No words were needed, and that deep affection was worth a thousand words.