The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

The next morning, the warm sunlight shone on the earth.

Dongfang Yu and Wang Xiyue, dressed in fine clothes, arrived at the Prime Minister's residence and kowtowed to their parents again to say goodbye.

The dowry they were to bring back on this return trip was dazzling and piled up like a mountain, but for Wang Xiyue and Dongfang Yu, this wealthy couple, money was nothing more than an external thing.

Moreover, they needed to rush back to prepare for the formal royal wedding ceremony, so they did not hesitate to arrange ample carriages for all the entourage and their luggage.

Although the team still maintained its original impressive size of a full thousand people, the return journey was significantly faster than the arrival.

Along the way, the carriage did not rush, but traveled smoothly and normally. In the end, it took only three months to successfully arrive at the majestic and towering city gate of Dongyang Capital.

When this grand procession entered the city, countless people had already gathered there.

They spontaneously lined both sides of the street, forming a long queue, welcoming His Highness the Crown Prince's return with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

These people were filled with gratitude, for they knew that if His Highness the Crown Prince had not resolutely chosen to endure humiliation and agree to a marriage alliance in order to safeguard national peace and protect the people from the ravages of war, they would likely have been plunged into turmoil and war.

Sitting in the carriage, Wang Xiyue gently lifted a corner of the curtain and curiously peered outside.

People on both sides of the road knelt down in reverence, their faces beaming with sincere and joyful smiles.

After observing for a moment, she turned her head and smiled slightly at Dongfang Yu, who was holding his daughter: "Young man, it seems that your throne is the will of the people!"

Dongfang Yu smiled and gently leaned close to his wife, planting a tender kiss on her lips. Then he bent down and kissed his daughter's adorable little face.

His tone was filled with endless tenderness and deep gratitude: "That's all thanks to Xixi!"

"Xixi, thank you for being willing to become my wife!"

Wang Xiyue slowly shook her head, a hint of guilt appearing in her beautiful eyes. She knew all too well how difficult and perilous the path Dongfang Yu had taken to seize the throne was, a path fraught with danger at every turn.

Especially at the crucial final moment, he disregarded the overall situation and left without permission, adding a heavy burden to his mind.

However, when facing himself at this moment, he did not mention a word about the hardships and pressures of the past.

She lowered her head helplessly and murmured softly, "Young man, why do you spoil me like this? Don't you know that your unreserved pampering will only make me more and more dependent on this warmth?"

"But what if one day you feel tired and weary, and no longer treat me the way you do now? How will I bear such a huge psychological gap?"

As she spoke, she seemed to already foresee the heartbreaking scene.

“Between us…” Wang Xiyue paused, took a deep breath and continued, “You really don’t have to wrong yourself like this. You can tell me directly if I’ve done anything wrong. You don’t have to accommodate me in everything.”

"I just hope we can stay together peacefully, without too much passionate drama, just a steady, enduring love."

"Because I'm really afraid of the feeling of indifference after the initial passionate love, that kind of psychological gap would make me suffer terribly."

Dongfang Yu noticed Xixi's sudden drop in mood and his heart tightened. Almost instinctively, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.

Then, he carefully placed his daughter, who was learning to walk, into his wife's arms.

Dongfang Yu held his wife's waist tightly with his left hand, as if afraid she would drift away like a gust of wind; while his right hand steadily supported his daughter's back, giving them the most solid support.

He lowered his head slightly, his chin resting gently on her shoulder, and his voice trembled slightly as he answered.

"Xixi, the special marks on your forehead and chest make me realize that you harbor some unknown secrets."

"Although you have always been unwilling to tell me the truth, I have never forced you to. Because I know that you must have your own reasons and unspeakable difficulties in choosing not to tell me."

At this point, Dongfang Yu paused slightly, took a deep breath, and continued, "I can choose not to ask, but Xixi, please promise me that you will never leave me again, okay?"

“Since we reunited this time, I can clearly feel that you are carrying too many heavy burdens in the depths of your heart.”

“Apart from when you are facing our daughter, you show a genuine smile. Most of the time, both your heart and your whole being seem so lonely and desolate, as if you don’t belong in this world.”

"Many times, even when you are physically right beside me, I still feel like you are the most distant star in the sky, dazzling yet unattainable."

"No matter how hard I try to enter your inner world, there always seems to be an invisible barrier standing between us, preventing me from truly reaching the depths of your heart..."

"I don't know what you're thinking, I can't see what you're looking at, I can't fathom the complex thoughts hidden in your heart; I also don't know what you want to achieve, leaving me completely lost and without direction."

“Every day and night after you left, my heart was consumed by fear. I was afraid you would never come back. Even after I found you, I was still afraid that one day when I opened my eyes, you would have already quietly left. I was afraid that you would have abandoned me alone in this cold world…”

"I really wish I could cut open my chest with a knife and lay my burning, beating heart bare before your eyes."

"I just wanted to do everything I could think of. I wasn't forcing myself to pretend to love you deeply; I just did whatever came to mind."

"I'm only afraid that I haven't done enough or well enough. I'm only afraid that you won't pay attention to me. I'm afraid that you will reject my love."

"I just want you to deeply feel how important you are to me. My world revolves around you. Without you, everything would collapse instantly, plunging into endless darkness and despair."

……

Because it was the height of summer, the carriage wasn't very well-ventilated, so Wang Xiyue was wearing unusually thin clothing, which allowed her to immediately notice that Dongfang Yu was crying.

The tears fell silently, almost forming a continuous line, onto her shoulder. Before long, the dry fabric on her shoulder was completely soaked, clinging coolly to her skin.

The chill slowly seeped into her heart.

Wang Xiyue had always believed that only she was so anxious and afraid of losing Dongfang Yu.

However, at that very moment, when she truly felt the brother's endless sorrow and the endless stream of tears, she suddenly realized that he was even more afraid of losing her than she was.

She turned her head and glanced at the man in front of her, who was usually as strong as a mountain, now crying like a child. Wang Xiyue felt a pang in her heart, and her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Dongfang Yu's slightly trembling back. "I'm sorry, Dongfang Yu! It's all my fault."

"I do have too many things on my mind. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I feel those things aren't important. I've already decided to forget all those bad memories, but I just need a little more time, so..."

"Brother...can you give me a little more time?"

"I just want to clean my heart and leave only you."

Dongfang Yu nodded slightly, "Xixi, as long as you stay by my side, I will agree to wait as long as you need. We have a lifetime and countless lifetimes to come, I can wait."

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They arrived at the Crown Prince's residence in the afternoon, so they could only rest at home for the night.

They could only enter the palace the following day.

the next day.

When Dongfang Yu changed into a magnificent crown prince's court robe, Wang Xiyue was stunned. It was as if a handsome man was wearing a military uniform, making him appear even more upright and imposing.

Wang Xiyue also changed into formal palace attire. She even dressed up her daughter, who had just learned to walk, with a pink and tender little dress that made her look even cuter and softer.

Today, their family is to enter the palace to pay homage to the Emperor, mainly because Dongfang Yu needs to report in detail to His Majesty on the completion of this wedding mission.

Of course, the main reason was that the Emperor and Empress wanted to meet Wang Xiyue, the princess sent for a political marriage, and see what kind of person she was.

As for Consort Liu, Dongfang Yu's birth mother, she certainly didn't just want to see her daughter-in-law; she also wanted to see her granddaughter.

For Wang Xiyue, this was the first time in her life that she had stepped into the palace of Dongyang.

The magnificent palace filled her with curiosity and anticipation. If nothing unexpected happened, it would soon become her other home. So, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, she began to carefully observe everything around her.

The territory of Dongyang Kingdom is only about half the size of Xiyue Kingdom, but to her surprise, the scale of Dongyang's palace is almost the same as that of Xiyue Kingdom's royal palace.

Upon further observation, Wang Xiyue discovered that the palaces of the two countries had very different styles.

The architecture of Xiyue Kingdom is mostly known for its grandeur and magnificence, emphasizing the harmony between its inner meaning and overall layout; while in Dongyang, the main theme is the magnificent and resplendent decoration, with every detail meticulously crafted, exuding an air of luxury.

Such a stark contrast clearly reveals the different aesthetic preferences and governing styles of the emperors of the two countries throughout history.

The emperor of Xiyue Kingdom seems to value harmony and moderation, pursuing a balanced beauty; while the monarch of Dongyang Kingdom clearly prefers extravagance and is fond of dazzling and magnificent things.

From this perspective, Dongfang Yu's temperament is neither as content with mediocrity as the Emperor of Xiyue, nor as warlike as his father. However, he is willing to fight for power and for his family and people, which is the kind of vision a great emperor should have.

Dongfang Yu noticed that Xixi was looking around with great interest, so he deliberately slowed down his pace so that she could enjoy the view.

Not only that, he would also occasionally whisper a few words of explanation to her, which gave Wang Xiyue a deeper understanding of the wonders of the palace.

However, before long, Wang Xiyue's gaze gradually shifted from novelty to indifference, as the initial excitement wore off. Moreover, being in the palace, she tried her best not to go too far, lest others gossip about Dongfang Yu.

So she quickened her pace and followed closely behind the young man as they walked deeper into the palace.

They walked along the long avenue, with eunuchs and palace maids bowing respectfully around them. Soon, the family of three arrived at the side hall.

There were already three people sitting in the room: Emperor Dongfang Mingyuan, Empress Liu Qian, and Consort Liu Ruting, Dongfang Yu's birth mother.

After entering the hall, Dongfang Yu handed his daughter to his wife and knelt down to pay his respects.

"Father, Mother, Consort, your son, along with his wife and daughter, pay our respects to you!"

Then he got up, took his daughter from his wife's arms, and put her on the ground to stand on her own, holding her little hand with one hand to prevent her from falling.