The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

The Prince Xian's Mansion spent three tense days in a flurry of preparations.

On the third day, at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), it was completely dark.

Under the cover of night, Dongfang Yu and his companions quietly left the Prince's mansion. An Ying and An Yi each led a team and set off in batches ahead of time, while the four of them were the last to leave.

In order to reach a remote town two hundred miles away as quickly as possible, they rode at full speed.

The four riders traveled frantically by moonlight.

Although visibility was poor at night and speeds were limited, they had chosen the finest horses, and with no one on the main road at night, their speed wouldn't be too slow.

Dongfang Yu's ride was an exceptionally fine steed, whose endurance and speed were unmatched by any other horse.

After jogging for nearly a hundred miles, Dongfang Yu sensed that Chi Yan didn't seem very tired and didn't plan to stop.

However, when he turned to look at the other three, he found that the three horses were exhausted and their speed was slowing down, and the distance between the three and him was widening.

He knew this was the limit for the other horses, so he stopped Red Flame.

"It's past midnight, let's rest here tonight!"

Mo Yun, Xuan Tian, ​​and Xuan Yi quickly caught up. Hearing the prince speak, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They could finally rest. They could still keep going, but the horses were exhausted after running for so long.

Xuan dismounted and asked, "Your Highness, I will go find water immediately."

Xuan Tian followed closely behind, saying, "Your Highness, I'll take the horse to graze."

Dongfang Yu had no objection, and after dismounting, he handed the reins to Xuantian.

Although these two were not as skilled in martial arts as Mo Yun, their lightness skills were superb, and they could avoid danger in the first place. He was quite at ease letting them act alone, so he only gave them one piece of advice: "Go! Don't go too far, and be careful!"

After agreeing, the two went their separate ways to do their jobs.

Mo Yun consciously sat three steps away from the prince, cautiously observing the surrounding situation.

The two people sit facing each other, which allows them to talk in hushed tones and see what's behind each other, making it the most advantageous defensive position.

Mo Yun noticed that the prince was tilting his head slightly back, gazing intently at the night sky above him.

The prince has lost the aloofness he had in the mansion; he seems much more approachable and easygoing now.

At this moment, he was more like their companion.

The prince did not relax and rest alone because he was tired, nor did he abandon his guards because he himself might be in danger. He always protected them to the greatest extent possible.

Mo Yun sighed inwardly, perhaps it was because the prince treated his subordinates in this way that so many people were willing to follow him for life.

Even though the prince was once like a trapped beast, and even though the present and the future will be filled with bloodshed, none of them will give up.

Even if it costs me my life, it's worth fighting alongside the prince.

"Mo Yun, do you think Xi Yue will remember me?"

Dongfang Yu's soft sigh instantly extinguished Mo Yun's overwhelming emotions of emotion.

Ok!

The prince didn't treat him like a brother at all; he just ignored him.

However, Mo Yun dared not complain. After thinking carefully, he replied, "Your Highness, rest assured! Miss Xiyue will surely remember you. You have forgotten that she gave you such precious Buddhist beads and a dagger."

"You must be an extremely important and special person to her!"

Well, even if she doesn't remember you, she definitely remembers the things she gave away.

Mo Yun quietly swallowed the last sentence.

Although he didn't understand love, his intuition told him that it was best not to say the following.

In the quiet of the night, Dongfang Yu suddenly felt like talking to someone.

He used to be alone in his secret room, asking so many questions and thinking for so long, but he still had no answers. Now, however, he had Mo Yun by his side. Mo Yun had been with him the longest, and although they were master and servant, they were more like friends and brothers.

For once, the usually simple-minded Mo Yun seemed to have a sudden realization, so Dongfang Yu pressed on, "Then, will she like me?"

This question is beyond Mo Yun's comprehension.

He was unafraid of murder, arson, and scheming, but women were like a raging flood to him.

However, since the prince had asked the question personally, he still had to think carefully before answering.

Miss Xiyue was only nine years old when she first met the prince. She was able to ask the prime minister to save the prince's life without hesitation, so she must have liked the prince very much.

Of course, she was so young at the time, so the affection she felt was definitely not romantic love; it was more like the affection between family and friends, or perhaps pity and sympathy for the weak.

However, Miss Xiyue disappeared for six years without a trace, and he didn't know if she had changed. In particular, he had never met the current Miss Xiyue, so he couldn't make a conclusion!

How many people still remember the things they said when they were young, and probably no one keeps them in mind all the time?

No one would take it seriously, after all, children say the darndest things.

Perhaps Miss Xiyue was just acting on a whim, feeling sorry for the prince being bullied and injured, and simply took a moment to do good?

If she has always been kind, that's even worse.

Perhaps in the six years that followed, she encountered many other pitiful men in need of help, and she rescued them all as well?

Does that mean there are many men waiting to repay her kindness?

So many people she saved, there must be some of them around the same age. If they all volunteered to marry her, would Miss Xiyue like them all?

What if, by some unfortunate twist of fate, she met a man as outstanding as her own prince and accidentally gave herself to him?

And to be honest, he himself doesn't even know what it's like to like someone.

Are all princes like this, constantly losing their appetite and muttering to themselves?

If this is what it means to like someone, then the fact that Miss Xiyue hasn't sent a single message to their prince in the past six years means she doesn't care about him at all.

He always heard Mo Yu say that both men and women are fickle when it comes to love. Even if it's not for profit, but just for fleeting pleasure, they'll get tired of it after a while.

Isn't it abnormal for a prince to be so devoted to love?

Mo Yun frowned more and more, racking his brains but still unable to answer.

If I say something wrong, I'll definitely be in trouble.

He finally managed to utter a comforting remark: "Your Highness is handsome, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and of noble character. With such an outstanding individual, Miss Xiyue is sure to be fond of you!"

To save his life, he had no choice but to follow the principle that flattery never fails and shower him with compliments.

Outsiders only know the prince's gentle and refined gentlemanly side, but only the brothers in their own household who have been punished have truly experienced the prince's treacherous side. If you accidentally offend him, you'll be sold out and still have to help him count the money.

Dongfang Yu was stunned for a moment after hearing Mo Yun's flattery, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, which relieved her irritation considerably.

He knew Mo Yun was being insincere, but he really loved hearing those words.

He truly wished that Xiyue was still the same Xiyue he knew.

But he wasn't stupid; he was actually prepared for another outcome: to accept that Xiyue had forgotten him and that she was no longer his Xiyue.

The prince's sudden laughter in the dead of night startled Mo Yun.

Mo Yun thought she had lied and would be punished by the prince, but she didn't expect that her words would be so effective.

The prince's laughter was genuine; he was truly laughing heartily.

He hadn't seen the prince smile so genuinely in a long time; it seemed the last time he smiled was because of the gift Miss Xiyue had given him.

He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Miss Xiyue was so important to the prince.

If the prince doesn't get what he wants on this trip, will he settle scores with me later and kill me?

The thought of this possibility sent a chill down Mo Yun's spine. All he could do was stare at the stars in the night sky and pray silently, "Miss Xiyue, for the sake of the Prince, for the sake of my life, you must love the Prince!"

Meanwhile, Wang Xiyue, thousands of miles away, couldn't help but sneeze.

Could it be that someone is staying up all night, deliberately cursing her behind her back?

Perhaps she caught a chill from having the window open? She unconsciously pulled the blanket up a little tighter.

After returning home, she would often wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. When she woke up, she felt empty inside, as if a piece of her heart was missing, and occasionally she would feel a dull ache.

Because she had changed residences, the sounds of nature in the mountains and forests were no longer heard at night. There was no more rustling of bamboo in the Qingzhu Courtyard being blown by the wind, nor the chirping of insects and birds. She, who had always preferred quiet, found it hard to get used to.

Every time she woke up, she found it hard to fall back asleep. She could only lie in bed, quietly watching the darkness and letting her mind wander.

The quieter the night, the more she couldn't help but think of Dongfang Yu.

He was the first person she had truly remembered for so many years, the person she could never forget, and the first outsider she held in her heart.

Every moment of our encounter: his dilapidated courtyard, his wheelchair, his jade seal.

His predicament, injury, comfort, poisoning, detoxification...

Every word, every action, every person, and every object was not forgotten with the passage of time; on the contrary, they became clearer and clearer in her mind.

Her parents and brother tacitly avoided mentioning anything about him in front of her, and she consciously refrained from inquiring about it.

Due to differences in identity and nationality, the two were perhaps destined to meet only once.

There is no past, and there is no future.

She often wondered if she should have given him the Buddhist prayer beads. They were such cheap wooden items that he might have already thrown them away, but they were a protective charm given to her by her master and were very precious to her.

She doesn't like having her cherished things discarded like trash. If she's sure someone doesn't value them, she'll get them back no matter what. She won't allow anyone to ruin her things.

She was also reflecting on whether she should have accepted his precious jade seal so easily. It should have been a very important symbol of his identity, and she wondered if it would put him in a difficult position without it.

Have he also felt regretful these past few years, giving me valuable things but finding it difficult to ask for them back because I saved his life?

It turns out that decisions made on impulse can easily lead to regret.

But what's done is done, and she couldn't think of any way to salvage the situation.

I shouldn't keep such a valuable jade seal anymore; I was reluctant to part with it before, but it was also inconvenient.

Now that she has returned to her residence, this matter can probably not be delayed any longer.

Despite her reluctance, she would never keep anything that didn't belong to her.

She has decided that after her coming-of-age ceremony, she will find a way to return it to him, so that it can be put to good use only when it is returned to its rightful owner.

Once she made up her mind, it was as if one of the shackles in her heart had been removed.

In a daze, Wang Xiyue fell asleep again.

At this moment, Dongfang Yu had no idea what Wang Xiyue was thinking. If he knew that the things he had personally given were going to be returned, and that the things he had given her were going to be taken back, he would probably want to bang his head against a wall!

When Xuan Yi brought back four water bags filled with water, he also carried two pheasants whose necks had been pierced by arrows.

The four of them worked together, gathering firewood and starting a fire. The meat was quickly cooked, and they each shared half.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone took turns resting and keeping watch.

Aside from mosquito bites, the night passed peacefully.

Day two.

At 3:45 AM, as dawn broke, the four of them packed up and set off again.