The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Wang Xiyue wasn't envious at all, because Kong Lao's experience was quite unfortunate. The only good thing was that he was so late, yet he still had a chance to make amends.

He found his child and wife who had been separated for many years; otherwise, he would have lived with lifelong regret.

Instead of answering, she asked, "And you? What are you thinking about?"

Dongfang Yu slowly stretched out his arms and gently pulled the person in front of him into his embrace.

He lowered his head slightly, his chin resting gently on Xiyue's shoulder, as if he had found the most comfortable place to rest.

Their cheeks were pressed tightly together, their skin warming each other. Dongfang Yu murmured softly, "I'm thinking of you! I'm thinking of you all the time."

His voice, like a melodious and resonant musical instrument, gently echoed in Xiyue's ears.

Then he continued, "I'm still wondering what our daughter will look like when she grows up, but whatever she looks like, she'll definitely be as beautiful and charming as you!"

Upon hearing these words, Wang Xiyue's pretty face instantly flushed a beautiful blush.

She secretly scolded him, thinking to herself that this guy really dared to think of anything.

They had only taken a small step together; there were still ninety-nine long steps ahead for them to complete together, yet he was already impatiently imagining the achievement of that distant hundredth step.

“You…you are simply…” Xiyue didn’t know how to refute.

"Whimsical!"

In the past six months, although they lived in the same palace and Yunxiao Pavilion and Yuehua Pavilion were not far apart, Dongfang Yu was busy with a mountain of daily affairs accumulated over the past year, and it was difficult for him to spend much time with Xiyue.

Similarly, Wang Xiyue also had many things to do, so the two of them rarely had time to get together.

During the day, when he was at the Prince's residence, she was out. She was asleep, and he still had many things to finish, so he couldn't bear to disturb her in the middle of the night. Occasionally, when he missed her too much, he would quietly go to her boudoir to steal a kiss and then leave.

Dongfang Yu did a careful calculation and realized that he and Xiyue hadn't had a proper conversation for at least half a month.

He felt he hadn't properly enjoyed the benefits he had worked so hard to obtain, which was a huge loss, and he really wanted to get closer to her.

Driven by his will, he reached out and swept Xiyue into his arms, then used his lightness skill to leap towards Yuehua Pavilion.

Wang Xiyue was startled by his sudden action and couldn't help but exclaim, "You..."

However, she swallowed back the word "shameless and despicable" before she could finish it. She was too embarrassed to say it out loud when faced with the young man's handsome yet slightly roguish face. She was afraid he would do something even more shameless.

At this moment, the guards and servants in the palace saw their prince carrying the princess in such a hurry, and they all understood immediately. They quickly and tacitly retreated to a place a little further away so that the princess would not feel embarrassed if she saw them.

Before long, Dongfang Yu carried Xiyue to Yuehua Pavilion. He carefully placed Xiyue on the bed and then turned around and swiftly closed all the doors and windows tightly.

Seeing Dongfang Yu's serious demeanor, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but feel a little scared.

She had never seen him so tense and serious. At this moment, he looked like a philandering thief who had broken into her boudoir, making her heart race.

An urge to run away surged through her, but she knew there was no way to escape.

"you……"

Dongfang Yu sat down next to Xiyue and reached out to pull down the curtain. "You just said I'm your husband."

Wang Xiyue stepped back, trying to change the subject. She discussed seriously, "Why is it that when Anian was in the valley, she had been in contact with the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl for so long but didn't see any significant improvement? But when she was with me, it seemed like she changed a lot in just a few months?"

Dongfang Yu saw Xiyue leaning against the wall, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. He looked down and chuckled. She was already in his grasp; how could he let her escape?

He moved closer to her, pulled her into his arms, and answered earnestly yet ambiguously, "Because Xiyue, you are special."

"For example, your body has a fatal attraction for me, I can't resist it even a little bit. With you, I only want to get close, only want to possess you! I only want to possess you completely, forever, and utterly!"

Wang Xiyue blushed with embarrassment. She wanted to retort, she wanted to say, "You big pervert, that's just sophistry."

However, just as her lips parted slightly, the words that were about to escape her lips were swallowed up by his love.

Dongfang Yu suddenly leaned forward, his hot and urgent lips sealing her cherry lips like a storm.

At first, she was somewhat resistant, instinctively pushing away the domineering man in front of her.

But as time went on, Dongfang Yu's fiery passion gradually enveloped and overwhelmed her, causing her to slowly lose herself in this intense atmosphere.

After a long while, Dongfang Yu finally released the beauty in his arms. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving violently, and his heavy breathing could be clearly heard in the quiet room.

Clearly, he was trying his best to suppress the surging desires within him.

"Xiyue, if... if you were my rightful wife right now, how wonderful that would be!" Dongfang Yu gazed at Wang Xiyue's bright face, his eyes revealing endless affection and desire.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiyue's pretty face turned as red as a ripe cherry. She looked away, not daring to meet his swirling gaze, and could only lower her head, retorting coquettishly, "Hmph, you wish!"

Since the two are not officially married yet, Dongfang Yu can still exercise some restraint. If she were to become his wife, given his unrestrained and indulgent nature, the consequences for her would be unimaginable.

At this moment, Xiyue, disheveled and flushed, appeared even more alluring under the moonlight, making Dongfang Yu almost dare not look directly at her, fearing that if he looked any longer, he would completely lose his mind and be unable to control his behavior.

So he could only close his eyes, embrace the soft, fragrant body in his arms, a satisfied smile on his lips, and softly reply, "Yes! For you, I naturally want you to be as beautiful as you are."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Xiyue's silky smooth hair.

"Alright, Xiyue, it's getting late, so stop bothering me and go to sleep!" Dongfang Yu said gently.

Wang Xiyue was speechless. This person actually turned the tables on her. He was the one who took the initiative and was domineering, yet he blamed her for seducing him.

She really wanted to bite him! But if she dared to open her mouth, he would bite her back tenfold or a hundredfold.

Dongfang Yu looked at Wang Xiyue again, and couldn't help but lower his head to plant a deep kiss on her lips before softly saying, "I'll leave after you fall asleep." After saying that, he restrained himself and hugged her tightly.

Wang Xiyue was a bit of a germaphobe; she would go to the bathroom to wash herself thoroughly every night before bed. But when she met him, her germaphobia seemed to be cured instantly.

Oh well, it seems like it's okay if I don't wash my face, feet, rinse my mouth, or change my clothes for a day.

After comforting herself, she gently rubbed her forehead against the chest in front of her, then closed her eyes and went to sleep peacefully, clutching the young man's shirt with both hands.

As long as he is by her side, she can smell his scent and have him by her side, and she can always fall asleep quickly.

Because he was very busy, she didn't tell him that she was actually very particular about her bed. After arriving at the Prince's Mansion, she often couldn't fall asleep on nights without him. In fact, she had been suffering from sleep deprivation for a long time.

She didn't dare tell him, because she was more afraid of losing him, or rather, she needed him more than he thought, much more than he realized.

She was far less strong and independent than he perceived. In his presence, she seemed to become a child, feeling insecure and longing for his constant companionship.

But reason prevailed over everything. She knew he had a lot on his plate, so she never bothered him or dared to take the initiative. She forced herself to wait for him to make the first move.

Deep down, she was afraid that her love for him was too intense. She worried that she would bother him or become a burden to him, so she kept herself busy with many things.

She did those things not just because she wanted to, but more because she had to force herself to.

In this relationship, she was much more vulnerable than he thought; she was just good at pretending, so much so that outsiders seemed to think that he couldn't live without her.

But only she knows that if anything unexpected happens to this relationship, she will probably be the first to break down.

When the two of them are alone, it's not just him who needs to restrain himself; she also needs to restrain herself from becoming too dependent on him.

Therefore, she longed for and cherished every moment she shared a bed with him.

Her mind was racing, but she felt even more sleepy.

Before long, Dongfang Yu heard Xiyue's breathing become steady, and at this moment, there was only a warm and quiet atmosphere inside the tent.

He was helpless. Xixi fell asleep easily, but he was suffering. He would have to take a cold shower when he got back.

Looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, he could only reluctantly kiss her forehead and cheek.

If he were her rightful husband now, he would really want to wake her up from her sleep and make her unable to sleep like him.

Dongfang Yu tried to calm himself down as quickly as possible, but when he tried to get up, he found that the person in his arms was holding onto his clothes tightly.

He could only gently pry her slender fingers apart, one by one.

But even when Xiyue was asleep tonight, she still wouldn't cooperate. He tried many times but failed, and instead, she gripped him tighter and tighter.

Dongfang Yu really felt like he was asking for trouble. He had indeed been very busy a lot before, so he didn't have much time to be close to Xiyue.

But the truth is he wasn't that busy. He wasn't so busy that he was constantly on the go. He deliberately reduced his visits to Xiyue because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his desires.

His answer to Xiyue just now was the truth of his heart.

He's not some saint; he's a normal man. It's no wonder he can't always hold back when facing the woman he loves.

Even though he didn't know how strict his father-in-law's family rules were, he didn't dare to easily test his patience.

Therefore, he deliberately avoided being alone with Xiyue, whose allure to him was truly irresistible.

Wang Xiyue hasn't had nightmares for a long time, at least very rarely in the past year. She doesn't know the specific reason. Maybe it's because of Xiao Ge's company, maybe it's because of meeting A Nian, or maybe it's because of the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl.

However, on this very night, those dreams buried deep in memory resurfaced.

Her mind was filled with memories of that little girl.

At this moment, Wang Xiyue felt as if she were a guest in the audience, watching the live performance on stage with unwavering eyes.

This scene was repeated again and again.

She watched that little girl grow from an innocent childhood to a childhood filled with bullying, then into a young girl, and finally into an adult woman.

Then I watched her meet a man, fall in love, and get married.

But the story didn't end there. Instead, it took a sharp turn. The two who once loved each other drifted apart, their feelings for each other eroded, until he mercilessly raised his fist at her, leaving her bleeding from the head, turning them into bitter enemies who would never speak to each other again.

The longer she watched, the closer she seemed to get to the little girl.