The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Xia Yi carefully placed a steaming bowl of brown sugar and eggs and a bowl of white porridge in front of the young lady, stirring them gently with a spoon to ensure the temperature was just right before handing them to her, saying softly, "Miss, please enjoy your meal."

After the young lady finished eating, Xia Yi asked about an important matter, "Miss, have you decided what name to give the little lady?"

Wang Xiyue was slightly taken aback. She had never thought about this issue before. She had been busy recuperating and traveling and had no time to think about it.

Now that Xia Yi had asked her this, she was at a loss and hesitated, saying, "This... I haven't thought about it carefully yet."

Thinking of this, Wang Xiyue felt a sense of unease. She wasn't sure if her daughter's father would still be willing to accept her and her daughter.

But then I thought, no matter what choice that man makes, his daughter still needs a name, and as for the surname, that can be decided later.

"Only the winter plum blossoms are familiar; seeing them in a foreign land, my heart remains unchanged." [From Ouyang Xiu's "Remembering Plum Blossoms in the Snow" (Song Dynasty)]

Wang Xiyue thought of this poem, which resonated with her feelings, and decided to borrow it.

"Let's call her Yiran." Dongfang Yiran or Wang Yiran!

Her heart still belongs only to him!

Xia Yi nodded happily, "Miss is so eloquent. Although I don't understand the words, I still find them very beautiful."

"Moreover, there is another character that is the same as mine. Now that I compare it with Miss Yiran, I feel that my name sounds better."

Wang Xiyue was a little embarrassed; she hadn't thought of that meaning before. "My child and I were able to stay safe thanks to your help, so thank you, Xia Yi!"

Xia Yi shook her head frantically, her face full of sincerity, and said, "Miss, please don't say that. You have saved my daughter and me by a huge margin! If it weren't for your help, the three of us would probably be dead long ago."

"This kindness is something I can never repay in my lifetime! I should be the one thanking you for your great kindness!"

As she spoke, Xia Yi lowered her head slightly with a sense of guilt. "Moreover, this servant is really not capable of helping Miss in any great way. I can only do my best in these insignificant little things."

Just then, Xiao Yiran, who had been lying quietly to the side, suddenly burst into loud crying without warning. The sound was so loud that it seemed to shake the entire room.

Seeing this, Wang Xiyue was taken aback at first, then smiled helplessly and said softly, "Look at us, we were so busy talking that we forgot about this little darling. She's protesting."

Xia Yi hurriedly reminded her, "Miss, let me see if she has wet herself or is hungry."

She quickly stepped forward, touched the swaddling clothes, and found no dampness or foul smell. "Miss, she's hungry."

Xia Yi carefully adjusted the baby's position and thoughtfully placed a soft pillow behind the young lady so that she could breastfeed more comfortably.

Under Xia Yi's careful guidance, Wang Xiyue finally managed to get the baby to breastfeed after a lot of effort. After all that, Wang Xiyue was exhausted and covered in sweat.

Seeing that the young lady was also tired, Xia Yi gently gave her a word of advice.

"Miss, after the young lady finishes eating, she will fall asleep on her own. You should also take this opportunity to close your eyes and get a good night's sleep to recharge!"

After saying that, he turned and left the room.

Wang Xiyue gazed tenderly at the tiny baby in her arms, who was smacking his lips and sucking continuously. The baby's expression was still pitiful, and even though he was using all his strength, he still hadn't gotten any food.

Wang Xiyue thought it was probably because it wasn't time for her milk to come in yet!

She was also helpless, as breast milk couldn't be produced immediately and would probably take some time. Her daughter seemed to be blaming her, the new mother, for letting her go hungry.

Even without breast milk, her daughter still wouldn't let go. Wang Xiyue thinks this is probably the child's innate sucking instinct and her need for security to be close to her mother.

A surge of tenderness welled up in Wang Xiyue's heart. She couldn't help but reach out and gently poke her daughter's soft little face, while softly murmuring, "Baby, be patient, you should be able to eat your fill next time!"

"My little darling, you have to be a good boy/girl! If you're naughty, Mommy will spank your little bottom!"

"After a while, when you're a little older, Mommy will take you to find Daddy, okay?"

After saying this, Wang Xiyue hugged her daughter tightly, feeling the warmth and sweetness unique to mother and daughter.

……

In the days that followed, Wang Xiyue began her long postpartum confinement period. During this time, thanks to the meticulous care and concern of Xia Yi and Aunt Li, Wang Xiyue's body recovered quickly.

After about a week, she was basically able to move around freely again, as if she had returned to her pre-pregnancy state. If not completely, at least she was able to support herself.

However, despite her seemingly good physical condition, the immense pressure of raising children left her feeling overwhelmed.

The endless stream of trivial matters overwhelmed her.

The most arduous tasks were breastfeeding and diaper changing. These two tasks took up most of her time each day, and were completely irregular.

Sometimes, the baby will cry again soon after finishing feeding and falling asleep because he/she has wet or soiled himself/herself; other times, he/she will cry for food again shortly after the diaper has been changed.

It's enough to drive anyone crazy. She didn't have the chance to have children in her previous life, so she didn't know how difficult it was to take care of a child. The child basically just ate and slept, slept and ate.

But adults can't stop for a moment; the child's soiled clothes and diapers need to be changed and washed frequently.

Pregnant women also have a lot to do: they can't eat spicy or stimulating foods, they can't touch cold water, they can't be exposed to drafts, they can't wash their hair, they can't take a bath, they can't sit, stand, or lie down for long periods of time, and they can't hold their babies for extended periods of time, etc.

This cycle repeats itself every day. Although Xia Yi is there, she wants to do everything herself for her daughter. Moreover, she can't always have someone to help her in the days to come, so she has to get used to and learn as soon as possible.

This meant that Wang Xiyue was unable to get continuous and sufficient rest time, and she was practically working around the clock.

In addition, the inconvenience of living conditions added many troubles to Wang Xiyue.

For example, taking a bath, such an ordinary little thing, becomes extremely difficult here. Because there is no modern solar-powered shower equipment, she can only use a basin to hold water and simply wipe her body, but she feels that wiping doesn't seem to make much difference.

As for washing hair, that was a luxury. Not only was there no hairdryer to dry hair immediately, but even wiping hair required slowly absorbing the moisture with an ordinary cloth.

This primitive method was not only time-consuming and laborious, but also ineffective, leaving Wang Xiyue feeling helpless. To make matters worse, Xia Yi firmly opposed her washing her hair during her postpartum period, arguing that she was afraid it would cause her to develop health problems later in life.

With half the postpartum period still to go, Wang Xiyue felt like she was about to spoil.

Fortunately, Xia Yi and Aunt Li were always there for her, providing timely help and guidance.

Without their tireless help in washing diapers, cooking, cleaning, and handling various chores, Wang Xiyue couldn't imagine whether she could have persevered; she might have been overwhelmed by these heavy tasks long ago!

Before, when she had no memory of the world, she felt it was a good place and there were no such problems. But now that she has a child and a lot of trivial matters, she truly feels that without comparison, there is no harm.

It's really hard to get used to without modern living facilities; I just feel uncomfortable and out of place everywhere.

However, as she watched her baby grow up day by day, changing every day, she felt that these were all insignificant little things.

With her child by her side, she has come to terms with things. Perhaps once she finishes her postpartum confinement, she won't have so many worries and concerns anymore.

Xia Yi looked at the young lady sitting by the window, intently playing with the baby in the cradle, and cautiously asked, "Miss, should I go to the Prime Minister's residence to report a message?"

Wang Xiyue turned to Xia Yi and asked with concern, "Has something happened at my home?"

Xia Yi shook her head, "Nothing happened, Miss, don't worry."

“I know you’re hiding your whereabouts, so I haven’t dared to have much contact with acquaintances these past two months.”

"I just ran into Chun Jing this morning, and she told me about the situation in the manor. I was afraid of revealing your whereabouts, so I didn't dare to ask any more questions. I don't know what your plans are, Miss."

Wang Xiyue asked anxiously, "Quickly, what is it?"

Xia Yi organized the information she had heard from He Chunjing and relayed it: "At first, Madam noticed that you had been sending very few letters in the past year, so she asked Young Master to investigate."

"This investigation led to Mingzhe, who had no choice but to tell the truth: you left the Prince Xian's residence alone."

"Then the Prime Minister and the young master were furious when they received the news. They both felt that it must have been the Third Prince of Dongyang who treated you badly, which made you leave in anger."

“At that time, the young mistress had not yet finished her postpartum confinement, so the young master could not leave and kept his temper in check.”

"Now that the young master has turned 100 days old, he has no more worries. He plans to go to Dongyang in person to settle accounts with that third prince and then come back to find you."

After hearing these words, Wang Xiyue's face showed a hint of embarrassment and worry. She knew that her return this time had not only brought a series of troubles to her family, but also put Dongfang Yu in unnecessary trouble.

Thinking back to when her sister-in-law was pregnant, Wang Xiyue frowned and tried hard to recall. Although she didn't know her sister-in-law's exact delivery date, she roughly estimated it to be about three or four months earlier than her own.

In the past few months, I have been busy with my pregnancy and childcare, and have had no time to inquire about the situation at home.

I only occasionally heard from outsiders that my sister-in-law had given birth to a baby boy. Now, her little nephew should be more than three months old.

Thinking about this, Wang Xiyue felt increasingly guilty and uneasy.

She originally thought that by leaving quietly, she could avoid a lot of disputes and troubles, and everything would become easy and simple.

However, the reality was quite different. After her meddling, things became even more complicated and difficult to manage.

At that moment, she realized that her decision had been far too hasty and reckless.

She was afraid that the messages she sent home would be intercepted by Dongfang Yu, so so far, in the year since she left, she has only sent two letters to her mother.

The first letter was the one she wrote on the day she left, wishing everyone well.

She told her parents that she had to go out of town for some business, to South Sang State, and that the round trip might take almost a year, so they wouldn't be able to contact her often.

The second letter was delivered to her by someone when she was almost in Xiyue Capital. In the letter, she lied and said that she had found a way to completely cure her evil aura in Beixia Kingdom, but it would take some time before she could return.

When she left Xiyue for Dongyang, Dongfang Yu promised his parents that he would return in two years to marry her, but she secretly ran away.

The deadline her father gave Dongfang Yu was three years, and the three-year period was fast approaching.

If she were to return home alone with her young daughter now, and Dongfang Yu were to come and propose marriage later, she was genuinely worried that her father would be so enraged that he would resort to family discipline against her.