The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

While Dongfang Yu weathered the storm unscathed, the Prime Minister's residence encountered its first truly terrifying problem.

This evening.

In the stillness of the night, Wang Xiyue fell asleep and soon drifted into a long dream.

She dreamed of a little girl, who seemed to be younger than herself. Her clothes were completely different from what Wang Xiyue knew. She guessed that she might be from another country or a remote and cold place. But even though the style and material were different, Wang Xiyue could tell that the clothes were of poor quality and very thin, and could not keep her warm at all.

The girl had dry, yellowish hair, was short and thin, and not particularly pretty. Her clothes were worn out, so it was certain that her family was poor.

She looked at her: barefoot on the muddy road, without any thick clothes, the heavy rain fell on her, and her clothes were soon soaked through. Although she was shivering from the cold, it could not stop her from moving forward.

She looked at her: while her companions were eating delicious meals prepared at home, she was eating cold, dry rice that even looked like spoiled food, yet she ate it calmly, without any sadness or joy.

These are secondary.

To her shock, the little girl was repeatedly bullied by several tall boys.

And she could only watch helplessly.

Sometimes they would slap the back of her head hard, sometimes they would tear up her books, sometimes they would snatch her things and throw them away, and sometimes they would pull her hair.

What's even more infuriating is that there was a vicious boy who would always corner her in a secluded spot, make her stand with her back to him, and then run up to her from a few steps away and kick her to the ground.

She watched the frail little girl being kicked again and again, watched her fall and struggle to get up, watched her palms and knees bruise and bleed.

She watched as the little girl was constantly subjected to beatings, verbal abuse, and bullying by others.

Time passed, and it seemed like many years had gone by, but what she still saw was the little girl calmly enduring all kinds of beatings and humiliations day after day.

Watching her curl up in a small ball in the darkness, hiding in a corner and silently shedding tears, watching her lick her wounds alone.

Wang Xiyue truly felt all of her fear and helplessness, her loneliness, and the boundless terror in her heart.

Her sadness and despair were conveyed to her again and again.

She watched helplessly as those heartbreaking scenes unfolded time and time again.

Wang Xiyue was furious, but there was nothing she could do. She felt like she was trapped in a cloud of smoke and couldn't get out.

She had also seen the little girl try to ask her parents and others for help, and she thought they would help her.

"Why do people only bully you and not others? It's because you're weak and incompetent."

This nonchalant remark was their final response; it pierced the little girl's heart like a sharp sword, leaving her bleeding.

These words also made Wang Xiyue feel a chill run through her body.

Wang Xiyue watched the little girl being bullied in the dark and hopeless environment, watched her suffer in helplessness, watched her gradually despair, and watched her become indifferent and numb.

Wang Xiyue could no longer control her anger. Like a wild beast in a cage, she charged wildly, trying to tear open that invisible wall.

If becoming a demon is the only way to protect the people she cares about, then she is willing to fall into the demonic path.

She just wanted to show the little girl through her actions that there are definitely people in this world who will protect and love you, so don't give up and don't despair.

Hang in there a little longer, just a little longer.

Hope will surely come!

Most definitely!

Don't be sad! Don't cry!

Perhaps she influenced her, or perhaps she was simply herself!

Perhaps it was Wang Xiyue's obsession and hatred that caused her to break through the barrier and possess the poor girl in a state of grief and indignation. A dagger that could cut through iron appeared inexplicably in her hand. Without hesitation, she tortured and killed the strong bullying boys. Limbs and torsos were scattered all over the ground. She was still not satisfied. Her mind was filled with nothing but killing.

This world is full of malice. Since kindness has vanished and no one can help me, I have no choice but to kill all the evildoers to get justice for myself, to stop killing with killing, to control evil with evil...

Those who bully the weak and fear the strong deserve to die!

Those who bully the weak deserve to die!

Those indifferent bystanders who think it's none of their business deserve to die!

Those negligent parents and teachers deserve to die!

In the end, she completely merged into that dark night without redemption or light, and her last bit of rationality slowly disappeared in resentment!

More and more corpses surrounded her; everyone she disliked was dead.

A sea of ​​corpses and blood.

She was covered in blood, and the ground beneath her feet was soaked in blood.

The surroundings were so quiet, eerily quiet, as if there was nothing in the world—no mountains or rivers, no flowers or trees, no human presence.

All she could hear was the sound of blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

despair.

despair.

Tap... ...

At this moment, her overwhelming hatred made her want to destroy the world. Strands of resentment gradually spread throughout her body. She didn't know if it was the evil energy she had generated or if the evil energy had eroded her heart. At this moment, she felt as if she was trapped in hell, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get out.

Everyone and everything around her disappeared.

Nothing at all.

She stood alone in the pool of blood, feeling lost and helpless.

......

At this moment, in Wang Xiyue's boudoir.

When Xia Yi was on night watch, she had gotten into the habit of resting fully clothed and with her eyes closed on a small couch not far from the young lady's bed.

Although the young lady did not require her to keep watch at night, she thought that the young lady was only a nine-year-old child and she was worried about her sleeping alone. If she was not covered with a blanket at night, she would easily catch a cold. So she would get up every half hour to check if the young lady was sleeping soundly.

Based on past experience, Xia Yi was relatively at ease, since the young lady always slept very properly.

It was already past 3:45 AM, time to get up and do my routine check.

When she reached the bedside, she was almost scared out of her wits by what she saw.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Yi saw that her young mistress's blanket had fallen to the floor, while she was lying stiffly on the bed.

The young lady, who should have been chilled, had her hair soaked with sweat on her forehead. Her fists were clenched, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her brows were furrowed.

The young lady looked to be in great pain; her lips were bitten until they bled, and she exuded anger and grief. Her body was stiff, as if she were possessed by something, struggling but unable to break free, as if she were trapped by some evil force.

While anxiously calling for help, Xia Yi picked up a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat, but when she touched her forehead, she realized that the sweat that kept pouring out was actually cold.

Even when it was hot, Miss rarely sweated. Even when it was too hot, Xia Yi could feel that Miss's body was relaxed.

But now the young lady was drenched in sweat, and a faint flame mark had inexplicably appeared between her eyebrows, which she couldn't wipe off no matter how hard she tried. If she didn't know the young lady so well, she would have suspected that the young lady had been switched at birth.

Only a few breaths had passed, and despite Xia Yi's constant wiping, the mark hadn't disappeared; instead, its color had become increasingly red.

"Miss, Miss..."

No matter how Xia Yi called out to her, Wang Xiyue didn't respond at all.

Xia Yi was extremely anxious; her hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably. What should she do?!

She suddenly woke up with a start and realized she needed to find someone to help her, so she hurriedly ran out and told the night guard to inform the master and mistress.

Soon, Wang Boxing and Li Lingling arrived at their daughter's room. They didn't even have time to put on coats, so they just wrapped themselves in thick cloaks and rushed over in a panic.

"Yue'er, what's wrong? Yue'er, wake up! Mother is here, don't be afraid!"

Seeing her daughter trembling uncontrollably, clearly in some kind of pain, Li Lingling quickly hugged her tightly, hoping to transfer her body heat to her.

Wang Boxing was extremely anxious. He could only stroke his daughter's head and hold her hand, trying to wake her up. "Yueyue, wake up quickly. Daddy and Mommy are here. Don't be afraid!"

"Yue'er, wake up quickly, Mother is always here, don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid..."

"Yue'er, don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid..."

Li Lingling was extremely nervous and scared, and didn't notice the mark on her daughter's forehead. In fact, even if she had noticed it, the mark seemed insignificant compared to her daughter's unconscious state.

Seeing his wife's face covered in tears, Wang Boxing calmed down and remembered to order his guards to hurry and fetch Li Zhengji, but even at the fastest speed, it would still take at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Wang Boxing was now powerless. His wife could panic, but he couldn't. In the end, he could only silently embrace the mother and daughter, becoming their pillar of support.

In a dream.

Standing before the gruesome mountain of corpses, Wang Xiyue felt a moment of fear. At that moment, she felt the chilling aura around her seeping into her entire body. The cold forced her to crouch down and hug herself tightly, trying to preserve the last bit of warmth.

If it gets any colder, she won't be long before she becomes a stiff corpse.

In her despair, she seemed to fall into an empty yet warm embrace, and her body slowly warmed up. This gentle and loving feeling suddenly reminded her of her tender and loving mother.

Yes!

She has a loving mother and father, as well as a caring brother. She is not alone; she is not isolated or helpless. She is very happy.

She couldn't stay in this cold abyss; she had to go back.

It's time to go back too.

The little girl no longer needs to be afraid, because she has already avenged her.

She looked up and saw a beam of light from the sky pierce through the heavy gloom and envelop her. It seemed to have a purifying and cleansing effect, instantly breaking through the boundless darkness, and the bloody scene disappeared without a trace.

The moonlight suddenly dispelled the black energy covering Wang Xiyue's entire body, and the two merged "she" were torn into two people: on the left was the happy Wang Xiyue, and on the right was the pitiful little girl.

The two faced each other, one standing and the other sitting.

They were so close yet felt so far away, like people from two different worlds.

Looking at the quiet little figure opposite her, Wang Xiyue felt both heartache and helplessness. She felt heartache for what the little girl had gone through, but was helpless because she couldn't protect her. "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you from now on."

"You must be strong and forge ahead no matter what difficulties you encounter."

Even if no one loves you, you must love yourself and protect yourself.

"Even if the situation is difficult now, and even if we can't change it, the hardship will eventually pass."

"When you grow up, as long as you have a kind heart, you will definitely find your own happiness."

"Don't give up, even if it's just an illusion, I will do everything in my power to protect you!"

The little girl in the mist seemed unable to hear; she simply buried her head in her chest, her arms tightly wrapped around her body, as if the whole world had abandoned her, and she appeared so fragile and vulnerable.

At the same age, Wang Xiyue had no worries about food or clothing, was carefree, had her mother's warm embrace, her father's broad shoulders, and her brother's steadfast back.

Meanwhile, she could only hide alone in a corner, feeling lonely and helpless, swallowing all the bitterness of life by herself.

The beam of light grew brighter and wider, the distance between the two people grew further and further, and their figures became increasingly blurry, as if they would disappear into the world at any moment.