The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

"Young Master, I am late." Mo Yun knelt on one knee and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Although the living conditions here were very harsh, and the food the kitchen provided to the master every day was not only lacking in nutrition but also insufficient, he had to work even harder in order to gain the trust of certain people. He would finish his work only after everyone else had fallen asleep.

Only by trying to please others can his and his master's lives improve. Recently, it was the emperor's birthday, and he was so busy that he didn't have much time to stay and protect his master.

No one else in the organization has infiltrated yet. He is the only one in the palace with his master. Although his master has instructed him not to come back when he has time, how can he be completely at ease with his master who is unable to walk? Today, he feels inexplicably uneasy. If he hadn't risked knocking out a junior official, he wouldn't be back now.

Although it's impossible for one person to do everything perfectly, dereliction of duty is dereliction of duty, and there is no excuse. His master was seriously injured, and he was willing to die for him and accept punishment. If he hadn't seen his master still sitting in a wheelchair, he would have lost control and wanted to kill him.

Wang Xijie, standing behind the wheelchair, didn't rush out immediately. Instead, his younger sister, standing in front, beat him to it. Fearing he wouldn't be able to stop the servant from harming her, before he could even begin to regret his actions, the servant had already floated from several feet away to his sister's feet, standing firmly in front of her. Then, he swiftly and decisively knelt down before Dongfang Yu. The entire sequence of movements was fluid and seamless, completed in the blink of an eye. He had always admired those with exceptional martial arts skills; this was practically his lifelong goal!

Seeing that Mo Yun wasn't the one who would harm them, Wang Xiyue immediately relaxed her arms and stood back next to the wheelchair, ready to urge her brother to leave quickly. But when she turned her head, she saw her brother's starry eyes and the way he looked at Mo Yun with such lust that she could only sigh helplessly.

Dongfang Yu did not punish Mo Yun, which was due to his own miscalculation. He thought that the Emperor of Xiyue Kingdom would not go too far, and that although life was difficult, he should not be in danger of death for the time being. In the end, he still miscalculated. There was someone in the Xiyue royal family who was so eager for quick success and instant benefits.

Mo Yun was assigned by the organization to protect him personally. The condition for him to stay was to work as a kitchen handyman, responsible for doing rough, chores, and hard work. He was the lowest-ranking servant.

Even returning occasionally to check on things required bribing the person in charge with a large sum of money. Since they had just arrived in Xiyue Kingdom, they had already given away most of their valuables that could be brought to light. In order to avoid making Mo Yun too tired, he ordered him not to come back every day as much as possible, since that would be a waste of money and would also delay his work.

"Get up. We'll discuss this later. Be mindful of your status!" Dongfang Yu saw that Mo Yun was so flustered that he forgot to conceal his martial arts skills, and Mo Yun's murderous aura was almost impossible to hide. He had no choice but to give the order.

"Yes." Upon receiving the order, Mo Yun immediately stood up and retreated to the other side of the wheelchair without any hesitation. He had panicked earlier and had displayed his martial arts skills in front of so many people. Now that his master had reminded him of his identity, how could a servant have such exquisite lightness skills? He had made a mistake again.

"Brother, it's time to go," Wang Xiyue reminded him seriously.

She was certain that if she hadn't spoken, her brother would still be dreaming about how to become Mo Yun's disciple; he probably had already forgotten about Dongfang Yu's injured legs.

"Okay. Huh? What did you just say?" Wang Xijie always obeyed his sister, so he instantly snapped out of his daze as soon as she spoke. Although he didn't quite hear what she said, he readily agreed.

"Oh... let's go then!" Wang Xijie finally realized that he should push Dongfang Yu to find his father and ask him to help introduce him to the imperial physician to treat his legs.

"Mo Yun..." Master

"Take that with you, I'll push Dongfang Yu." Wang Xijie quickly pointed to Ling Shuguang, whose hands were tied and who was lying on the ground groaning, and pleaded with Mo Yun, after all, his master was capable and would do more work.

Wang Xijie didn't forget to find the bundle he had thrown away during the fight. He slung the bundle over his shoulder and squeezed next to Mo Yun, trying to get close to him and build a good relationship. Then, becoming Mo Yun's apprentice would be a natural and inevitable thing, since Dongfang Yu cared so much about his sister, so this master would be his sooner or later.

Wang Xijie wasn't the only one stunned by Mo Yun; everyone else present who was still conscious was also taken aback. A lowly servant was actually hiding his true abilities. Although he only showed his lightness skill for a moment, it still made them tremble with fear. They estimated that fighting this servant would only result in a life-or-death situation. Compared to this, their fight with Wang Xijie just now was nothing more than a child's punch and kick.

Whether you're a novice or an expert, everyone knows that speed is the ultimate weapon in martial arts. With such incredible lightness skills, taking someone's head is as easy as picking something out of a bag.

Seeing this, Ximen Haiqing began to feel a little scared. He had already taken in many talented people in his mansion, but he couldn't find anyone whose lightness skill was stronger than that of the servant Dongfang Yu. He originally thought that this crippled prince would be easy to deal with, but now it seemed that he was deliberately hiding his strength. He would have to think of another way to deal with him. He had no advantage in a fight.

He had the Ling family mansion, while the other had the Prime Minister's mansion supporting him. They were evenly matched. Moreover, his subordinates were at a disadvantage in terms of martial prowess. If he were allowed to continue developing, he would have no chance of winning the supreme position.

At first, Ximen Haiqing only wanted to gain his father's approval by humiliating Dongfang Yu. Now, with Wang Xijie and Mo Yun's interference, his ideas have changed. He not only wants to destroy the Prime Minister's Mansion, but Dongfang Yu is definitely a formidable enemy, and he must also plan to eliminate him as soon as possible.

Wang Xiyue's cold eyes met Ling Hong and Ximen Haiqing's venomous gazes without the slightest fear. From this day forward, she would not let anyone who had humiliated Dongfang Yu and her brother get away with it. A gentleman's revenge is never too late, and besides, she was no gentleman; it would only be sooner, not later.

What about the prince? The outcome is still uncertain.

Wang Xiyue glanced at everyone in the Ling family and then took the lead in leaving. Wang Xijie pushed the wheelchair steadily behind his sister, while Mo Yun carried Ling Shuguang's belt with one hand and walked side by side with Wang Xijie.

After witnessing Mo Yun's martial arts prowess, Ling Hong and the others could only curse inwardly. From beginning to end, they remained expressionless, silently watching the four people leave quickly. Only after their figures disappeared at the end of the path did they instruct their servants to begin cleaning up the mess.

It seems that Ximen Haiqing and Ling Hong have forgotten about Ling Shuguang, who was taken away. No one spoke up or came forward to help him from beginning to end. Perhaps in their eyes, a son of a concubine is no different from a dog. If he dies, he dies. It doesn't matter.

Wang Boxing's family had arrived very early today, before the banquet was scheduled to begin, so he and his wife could only enjoy the flowers, trees, and theatrical performances in a nearby garden.

He had just arrived in the hall and settled down a moment before the birthday banquet began, ready to wait for the emperor to announce his decree.

Wang Boxing had barely sat down when Wang Xiyue, who had rushed over, pulled him out of the hall.

"Father, Dongfang Yu's legs are injured. Please find the imperial physician to heal him!"

Wang Xiyue had just pulled her father to a slightly secluded spot outside the hall when she couldn't help but ask for help.

Wang Boxing was really at his wit's end. Why was Dongfang Yu so persistent in pestering his daughter? He wanted to refuse decisively, but looking at his daughter's pitiful and aggrieved expression, and her red and tearful eyes, he was afraid that if he said no, she would break down and cry.

Sigh, I must have owed my daughter a debt from my past life, and I still can't pay it back. I cherish my obedient and well-behaved daughter so much that I'm afraid she'll break if I hold her in my hands or melt if I keep her in my mouth.

"I just can't do anything with you! You little rascal." Wang Boxing gently tapped his daughter's forehead with his index finger. It was just a small matter of hiring an imperial physician.

"Father, you're so good!" Wang Xiyue immediately went from worried to happy, looking at her father with admiration. In her eyes, her father was omnipotent.

“However, Father, there’s one more thing…” Wang Xiyue said cautiously, feeling for the first time that she had been too impulsive and was afraid of causing trouble for her father.

"What's wrong? Yue'er, tell me everything! Daddy has agreed." Although Wang Boxing didn't know the specifics, he had already promised his daughter. He figured that since his daughter was so well-behaved, it couldn't be anything serious, so he smiled and encouraged her to tell the truth.

Of course, if he finds out later that his daughter and son have become enemies with the two princes, I wonder if he'll still be able to laugh.

"Father, my brother and I went to see Dongfang Yu today. We saw Ximen Haiqing, Ximen Haiyun, Ling Hong, and Ling Shuguang. They brought a bunch of servants who bullied Dongfang Yu. Then Ling Shuguang broke both of Dongfang Yu's legs. My brother and I were furious, so we beat Ling Shuguang and those servants half to death. Ling Shuguang is being held captive in the back corner by my brother and the others."

"Father, my brother fought them to protect me and Dongfang Yu. You can punish me, but don't punish my brother."

After hearing his daughter's words, Wang Boxing felt as if he had fallen into a pit, the problem being that he had dug the pit himself.

He watched helplessly as his daughter, despite her remorseful attitude and willingness to defend her brother, took the blame for him. How could such a good daughter have made a mistake? It must be the Ling family's arrogance, and his son's failure to protect his sister. He noticed traces of tears on his daughter's face, and dirt on her clothes and hair.

This son needs to be disciplined!

The Ling family mansion needs to be cleaned up.

These two princes aren't good people either; they need to be dealt with as well.

Wang Xijie, who was hiding in the corner waiting for his sister to return, suddenly had a feeling that a storm was brewing and involuntarily shivered.

Could it be that he is sick?

Remember to take your medicine and drink plenty of water when you get home.