The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

"Ling'er, shall we go to our daughter's room to discuss this?" Wang Boxing asked after his wife finished eating.

"Alright." Although everyone in the Prime Minister's residence was someone she trusted, it was best to keep as few people as possible when it concerned her daughter. Li Lingling pulled her daughter out of the dining room and looked back as if she had a premonition.

She noticed her son standing there motionless, looking aggrieved. Li Lingling felt a pang of heartache. Her son was usually so mischievous, and being a boy, he was mostly raised by his husband. He was always careless and easygoing, so she, as his mother, had almost neglected to care for him. Apart from the necessities of food, clothing, and shelter, she seemed to have forgotten to care about his thoughts for a long time.

Wang Xijie thought it was his sister's secret and important matter, and as a boy, he couldn't get involved, so he could only avoid it. For a moment, watching his parents and sister walk away, he felt as if he had been isolated.

"Xiao Jie, come here quickly." Li Lingling felt a little guilty. When her son came to her side, she couldn't help but pat his head reassuringly.

He's grown so tall; he's already an adult.

"Mom is so good!" Wang Xijie smiled brightly, his extremely depressed mood instantly vanished. His mother finally remembered that she had a son. It was good that his father didn't beat him. He couldn't be relied on at crucial moments.

Wang Boxing was a little dizzy from his son's big, white-toothed smile, and his earlier anxiety calmed down somewhat.

Yes! Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and daughters have their own paths to follow. It's not a matter of life and death, so how can he lose his composure? As the head of the family, he must be even more calm.

Inside the room, Wang Boxing and Li Lingling sat in the main seats, Wang Xiyue stood to her mother's left, and Wang Xijie stood to her father's right.

"Father, what is it that I need to do?" Wang Xiyue asked proactively. Since her father said he wanted to discuss it with her, it must be something she needed to do; no one else could do it for her.

Wang Boxing briefly explained the situation and his thoughts to his daughter and son. "This has been going on for a long time. If it weren't for Yueyue's sudden illness, your father and mother would have almost forgotten the master's instructions."

"Shortly after you were born, Yueyue, our family went to Guozhao Temple and we met Master Zhishang by chance. He said that you have a connection with Buddhism and suggested that you start practicing in the temple after you turn ten."

“You are not yet ten years old and do not need to go, but last night you had a nightmare and could not wake up. So your father and mother thought of sending you to Guozhao Temple to become a disciple of Master Zhishang in the hope that the master can protect you from unknown dangers.”

“You are still young, and your parents are worried that you will not be able to adapt to the austere life in the temple. So we want to hear your thoughts. If you are not willing, we can go later.”

The thought of being separated from her daughter for several years brought tears to Li Lingling's eyes again. "I can't bear to send you away so soon. The temple has strict rules. I don't know when I'll be able to see you again. If you leave, I won't be able to stay by your side and take care of you."

Wang Xiyue's eyes reddened. She thought it was just a small matter, but it turned out that she had to part with her parents. She felt a little lost.

Although she was naturally aloof and independent, she was afraid when the warmth she had been used to for nine years suddenly disappeared. But her parents were thinking of her and had to part ways no matter how reluctant they were. So she quickly made up her mind: "Mom, I can take care of myself on my own."

“Dad, my sister’s illness came on so suddenly, we can’t wait any longer. She’s still a child, and I’m worried about her going to a completely unfamiliar place by herself. I want to go too, I want to take care of her.”

Wang Xijie made this decision after careful consideration. He and his parents were worried about his sister facing the unknown all alone.

However, his parents couldn't leave the capital for long periods of time, but he could leave at any time. He was now an adult and had achieved some academic success. On the one hand, he could take care of his younger sister, and on the other hand, he could gain some experience. If his parents needed him, he could also ride back quickly on horseback.

Wang Boxing suppressed his grief and held his wife's hand tightly. "Alright, Ling'er, don't cry. If you keep crying, our daughter will cry too."

"If you look at it from a different perspective, this is actually a good thing. Our temporary separation now is for a better reunion and companionship in the future."

“I think Xijie is right. He’s an adult now and can take care of Yueyue in our place.”

He was also reluctant to send his daughter away at such a young age, but her condition was unpredictable. He would have to go to Guozhao Temple sooner or later, so it was better to end the pain quickly than to prolong it. Only by resolving the issue sooner could he prevent future troubles.

Looking into the determined eyes of her two children, Li Lingling realized that her daughter was no longer the soft, cuddly little bundle in her arms; she could now take care of herself.

Looking at her son, who was a head taller than her, she realized that he had grown up and had unknowingly grown up to the point where he could protect his younger sister from the wind and rain.

Li Lingling knew that even if she was extremely reluctant, she had to learn to let go. Her children needed to create their own future, and the time her parents could spend with them was always short. After understanding this, her distress eased a little.

"Then Mother will prepare your luggage now. Yueyue, would you like to take another nap?" Li Lingling gently stroked her daughter's head and asked tenderly.

"Mother, it's not good to sleep after a meal. I'll help you pack. We can rest when we're all ready."

Wang Xiyue thought about how many years it would be before she could go home. She didn't want to waste any time and just wanted to spend more time with her parents and enjoy the warmth of home.

"Alright, then pack the little things you want, and I'll prepare the rest for you." Li Lingling called over the maid. Her daughter was going to be gone for so long, so everything had to be arranged in advance.

"Thank you, mother."

Since she could remember, perhaps because of her quiet nature, Wang Xiyue has not been too dependent on her parents. She thought she would be with her parents forever, so she often preferred to read quietly in her room alone and to watch other people's excitement like an observer.

As separation loomed, she realized how far and unknown the future held. Her time sheltered under her parents' wings was over. Her parents would grow old and grow weary. They could only accompany her for a short part of her journey. From then on, she would have to face life bravely on her own.

Thinking of her father's situation, although he appeared imposing on the surface, countless dangers lurked behind the scenes. Every time they were alone, Wang Xiyue would see her father inadvertently revealing a tired and helpless expression.

The Ling family's power was so arrogant and domineering, and their relationships were so intricate and deeply rooted. Thinking of her father protecting the family and the people under immense pressure, she suddenly stopped being afraid of being separated from her family. Now she hoped that she could learn more, grow up quickly, and become old enough to protect her parents and brother.

What she needs to do is protect herself and her family.

Wang Xiyue didn't care much about jewelry and clothes; comfort and style were enough. Besides, her mother helped her take care of things, so she only packed a few of her favorite books and frequently used small items, carefully wrapping the books in cloth.

The book is not a famous work; its content is rather diverse, including some strange tales, peculiar customs from various places, stories from the martial arts world, and strange gossip.

Aside from books, Wang Xiyue, who was easygoing about food and clothing, didn't have many other needs, and she packed her simple luggage in no time.

When she arrived in the courtyard outside the room, she was stunned by what she saw.

The mountain of luggage made it look like the Prime Minister's residence was moving. And that wasn't all; packages and boxes of various sizes were also being moved from other courtyards.

Seeing her father and brother standing next to her mother, looking helpless as they wanted to stop her but didn't know how to speak, she suddenly felt a little tired.

Wang Xiyue was quite helpless. Although she didn't know how big the place she was going to stay was, based on what she had seen in the guest rooms of the temples before, it couldn't hold so much stuff.

This pile of stuff would probably require a courtyard twice the size of her current bedroom to barely fit all the luggage her mother is preparing.

"Mother, can you accept less?" Wang Xiyue gently shook her mother's arm, pleading softly.

“Mother, the rules in the temple are very strict, unlike other places. Even if the conditions in the temple are simple, the basic living necessities are all provided. You have stayed in the side rooms of the temple before, haven’t you? You don’t need to worry about my food and lodging at all. I really don’t need so many things.”

"Although I practice Buddhism with my hair still intact, I shouldn't wear jewelry, so I don't need to bring it, right? And I probably shouldn't wear overly bright clothes either, right?"

"I'm only bringing a small amount this time. If I'm short of anything when I get there, please send me more, okay?"

Li Lingling packed everything she could think of, but after listening to her daughter's analysis, she realized that she had indeed packed too much.

Seeing that her mother's attitude was showing signs of softening, Wang Xiyue quickly added one last strong reason.

"Bringing so much luggage this time is a huge undertaking. Outsiders will definitely spread rumors, and those who don't get along with the Prime Minister's Mansion will take this opportunity to make things difficult for Father."

Father loves Mother very much, and Mother loves Father just as much. Mother may not care about her own reputation, but she would never do anything to damage Father's or the Prime Minister's family's reputation.

So Li Lingling instructed the maids and guards to move the less frequently used necessities back along the same route. "Let's take a few sets of everyday clothes and some food first. Mother will make up for the rest once things have settled down, okay?"

"okay."

After more than an hour of back and forth, we finally finished half of it.

"Ling'er, you've worked hard. You can clean up later. Let's go eat first!" Wang Boxing saw that his wife had been busy all morning and showed no sign of stopping. Since he couldn't help her, he could only shift his attention and took his wife's hand to walk towards the side hall.

"It was all the maids and guards who did the work; I only had to talk. I'm not tired at all!" Li Lingling didn't pretend, but just smiled coquettishly and walked away hand in hand with her husband.

Standing behind the two, Wang Xijie watched his parents' usual loving interactions and couldn't help but feel contempt.

When his parents weren't looking, he rolled his eyes. His father was so old and still showing off his love in public. He had no shame. He had no dignity as a prime minister and was always showing his fear of his wife. He couldn't be bothered to look at him.

He won't be as clingy as his father after he gets married.

Of course, when someone finally marries the woman he has been pursuing, he gets a real slap in the face, and his obsequiousness only intensifies.

On the other side, Wang Xiyue silently watched her parents' departing figures, feeling both envy and confusion.

Are all couples in this world so loving?

I don't know if Father was too lucky to meet Mother, or Mother was too lucky to meet Father.

It turns out that there really is such a sincere emotion in this world, which can bring two complete strangers together from falling in love to getting married, having children, and even spending their whole lives together until old age.

Perhaps because of her cold-hearted nature, Wang Xiyue always felt that such feelings were unlikely to exist, and such intense love terrified her and made her want to run away.

At that moment, the image of Dongfang Yu suddenly flashed through her mind.

I wonder what kind of woman he, a man of such integrity and pride, will choose to spend his life with.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Now that he was completely cured of the poison, if he were to ascend to the supreme position again one day, with his resources, he could have any woman he wanted.

For some reason, deep down she didn't believe she would ever meet the person she would love and spend her life with.

Perhaps she didn't believe she was lucky enough, or perhaps she didn't believe others had the perseverance; she didn't believe anyone would like someone as self-centered, aloof, and boring as herself.

She preferred to believe that love was as fleeting as a night-blooming cereus, an idea that seemed to be deeply ingrained in her subconscious, and she couldn't understand why she only thought of the negative aspects.

But her parents' unwavering love repeatedly shattered her inexplicable negative thoughts.

She didn't know whether to trust her parents or her own subconscious.

However, it's too early for her to think about these things now, and it's pointless.

Her immediate priority was to become a nun at the Guozhao Temple.