The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Sitting in the living room, Wang Xiyue saw three men following her brother from afar, so she quickly got up and walked to the door.

As the group drew closer, she could see clearly that it was Xiao Yun from the Blue Robe Pavilion, along with Mo Yun, and a masked guard following behind them.

Wang Xiyue was a little confused as to why they came together, but upon closer reflection, it seemed to make sense.

No wonder the Blue Robe Pavilion treated him so well because he had beaten Ling Hong; it turns out they had a close connection with Dongfang Yu.

Wang Xiyue stepped forward and bowed, "Brother Mo, how have you been?"

She had just made up her mind to return the jade seal to Dongfang Yu when Mo Yun appeared here so soon.

I don't know why it was such a coincidence.

Perhaps the other party is also impatient to take it away!

Mo Yun could hardly accept the courtesy from her master, who was also her future princess. She hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and solemnly bowed: "Thank you, Miss Xiyue and Young Master Wang, for your full assistance to my master back then."

He was deeply moved when he first saw Miss Xiyue.

No wonder Xiao Yun praised the princess so highly; it turns out it was true, not an exaggeration.

When Dongfang Yu left home, she thought she wouldn't see Xiyue today. After all, men and women are different, so she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But when the clear female voice rang out, he suddenly looked up.

Just a few steps away, a woman appeared, dressed in a blue, fitted outfit. Her gauze dress fluttered in the wind, and the water ripples on the hem of her skirt seemed to be real blue waves rippling in circles.

That dress was specially designed for her!

The clothes fit her so perfectly; she was even more beautiful than he had imagined, like a snow lotus blooming atop a high mountain, so clean and pure.

Her long, dark hair, reaching her waist, cascaded down her back. Her head was simply tied up in a bun, adorned with a jade hairpin, its pearl tassels swaying gently. Her face was lightly powdered, and she possessed an exquisite beauty.

She smiled slightly, her expression carrying a hint of aloofness.

Polite and distant, but not indifferent.

It turns out that in these endless years, as long as there is one right person, one can bring spring warmth and flowers to the cold winter.

It turns out that all he needed in this desolate life was her to make his heart flutter forever.

Dongfang Yu never imagined that there would be a woman who could simply stand quietly in front of him, without doing anything, and make him want to get closer, to have her every day, and to hold her hand and grow old together.

The emotion was so intense that his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he involuntarily moved closer to her.

He wanted to hold the person he missed day and night tightly, regardless of everything, because he was afraid that if he turned around, she would disappear again.

Seeing his prince's uncontrollable forward movement, Mo Yun immediately shouted, "An Ye, present the gift."

Dongfang Yu seemed to wake from a dream. He quickly lowered his head and forced himself to pull his feet back.

He quickly raised the gift to block Xiyue's probing gaze, then respectfully handed it to Wang Xijie: "A small gift, nothing to show your respect!"

Wang Xijie nodded, "You're too kind!" He then had someone accept the gift box.

Wang Xiyue couldn't help but scrutinize the masked guard; he gave her a sense of déjà vu.

It wasn't the figure that was familiar, but the feeling that was so familiar, as if she were being cherished. The way he looked at her just now clearly carried that excitement of something lost and then found again.

But before she could get a good look, he suppressed all his emotions.

Mo Yun, trying to make conversation, said, "Young Master Wang, Miss Xiyue, my master is unable to travel far and cannot come to express his gratitude. He has sent his subordinates to visit you. We hope your family will forgive us!"

"On Miss Xiyue's coming-of-age banquet, your subordinates and the Dark Night Society have once again come to pay our respects with the Third Prince's invitation. We hope that Miss Xiyue and your esteemed family will not refuse us!"

Wang Xijie waved his hand, saying that as long as Dongfang Yu didn't show up, it didn't matter. "You're most welcome!"

It's certainly not a good thing for a high-ranking official of one's own country to have close ties with a prince of another country, but given the life-saving grace he received, it's only natural for Dongfang Yu to return the favor.

He didn't know why his own father was also quite opposed to Dongfang Yu being too close to his sister.

But that's fine, he's also quite annoying.

Since his sister saved Dongfang Yu that time, the family has basically had no contact with him anymore. Three years ago, he returned to Dongyang Kingdom, and there has been no contact whatsoever. Moreover, the two countries are thousands of miles apart, so naturally his family would not send him an invitation.

It is both reasonable and unexpected that Dongfang Yu has sent Mo Yun.

Thinking of the jade seal and Buddhist beads, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but ask, "Brother Mo, is Dongfang Yu alright?"

Mo Yun was taken aback, unsure how to answer. The prince's poison had been cured, but his inner turmoil remained.

He was unsure whether to say yes or no, so he stole glances at his master, hoping for a hint.

Seeing Mo Yun's blatantly pleading eyes, Dongfang Yu felt a bit exasperated. To avoid giving himself away, he had no choice but to answer on her behalf: "Your Highness is doing well, thank you for your concern, Miss!"

Wang Xiyue looked at "Dark Night" with some urgency and asked, "Then your prince... um... and princess... must be deeply in love, right?!"

As Dongfang Yu listened to the person he liked casually discussing his non-existent "wife," he didn't know whether he should be angry at her indifference or glad that she still cared about him.

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of wanting to be angry but being unable to express it.

He really wanted to tell her: You didn't even marry me, so how could I be a princess!

Seeing her master sulking and remaining silent, Xiao Yun immediately interjected, "Of course! Our Third Princess Consort is unparalleled in the world. She and the Third Prince are destined to meet from afar. It is a match made in heaven, like two birds flying wing to wing and branches intertwined."

"The future will surely be one of harmonious union, until we grow old together."

Dongfang Yu glared at Xiao Yun.

You brat, where did I get a princess? What if Xiyue misunderstands you because you're spreading rumors so casually?

You want me to be all alone to make you happy, right?

It seems the previous punishment was too lenient.

Upon hearing Xiao Yun's reply, Wang Xiyue didn't know what she was sad about, and the smile on her face almost disappeared.

Fearing that Xiyue would misunderstand, Dongfang Yu hurriedly tried to salvage the situation: "Xiyue...Miss, don't listen to Xiao Yun's nonsense. Our Prince is not yet married, and there is not a single woman in the manor except for the cook."

"However, he has been thinking about a woman for many years, but he doesn't know if she wants to marry him."

He will definitely confess his feelings to her when the time is right, regardless of whether she accepts or rejects him.

He wasn't sure if she still cared about him, but he needed to make things clear as soon as possible. He couldn't allow even the slightest misunderstanding between them.

Looking at the flustered explanation from "Dark Night," Wang Xiyue was unsure whether it was true or not between him and Xiao Yun.

However, she understood what the two meant. Either Dongfang Yu was already married, or he already had a wife in mind, and it had nothing to do with her.

This "Dark Night" reaction is a bit too much. Could it be that he's helping Dongfang Yu hide something?

She was reluctant to ask any more questions, afraid of hearing anything that would upset her. "I understand."

"Brother, you go and entertain them, I'm going back to my room now!"

She turned to look at Mo Yun, "Brother Mo, I have a token here that I need you to pass on to the Third Prince."

"Rest here for a moment, I'll go get it right away."

Mo Yun didn't know why he wanted to refuse, but since the future princess had spoken, he had no choice but to obey and could only nod in fear and trepidation.

Wang Xijie noticed that in just a short while, because of a few questions and answers about Dongfang Yu, his sister's mood had become much lower.

He couldn't help but wonder what merits this Dongfang Yu possessed that allowed him to influence his sister time and time again.

He knew his sister best; she was always very rational and calm, even somewhat ruthless, towards anyone or anything.

However, she easily loses control of her emotions when it comes to Dongfang Yu.

This is not a good sign.

My younger sister may seem cold and aloof, but she is actually very loyal and devoted. Once she gives her heart, she will not leave herself any way out. If the other party betrays her, the outcome will be a fight to the death.

He didn't know if Dongfang Yu actually liked his sister, nor was he sure how far he would go for her. If Dongfang Yu was heartless and ungrateful to his sister, he would do everything in his power to sever all ties between them.

Dongfang Yu watched helplessly as the person she had been longing for day and night left after saying only a few words. Her initial excitement had vanished, leaving only a nameless anger in her heart.

Xiao Yun felt the atmosphere was strange. Without even looking at his master, he knew he was angry.

He didn't know why his master was so angry. He had just praised the future princess to the skies, but his master didn't even give him a kind look.

After the group had drunk a cup of tea, a maid finally came in carrying a box and presented it to Mo Yun with both hands.

Mo Yun immediately accepted the gift, thanked him, and then bowed respectfully before taking his leave.

He knew he couldn't stay any longer. If he stayed even a moment longer, the prince might slice him and Xiao Yun to pieces on the way back, not even before they arrived.

Wang Xijie originally wanted to spend more time with Mo Yun and continue his previous idea of ​​becoming his apprentice, but seeing him leave as if he were fleeing for his life, he had no choice but to give up.

Once on the carriage and the curtain was lowered, Mo Yun quickly presented the box to the prince with both hands.

I have a feeling this isn't a good thing and I need to get rid of it immediately.

Dongfang Yu decided to let bygones be bygones with Xiao Yun and Mo Yun for the time being, allowing them to enjoy a little more freedom.

He couldn't wait to open the box, eager to see what good things Xiyue had prepared for him.

Inside the box was a letter and a sachet.

He opened the sachet and poured out its contents.

It turned out to be his Night Jade Seal.

This is the symbol of his future queen's status. Holding this seal will allow him to command all his subordinates as if he were personally present.

Xiyue actually returned the items he gave her?!

He couldn't understand why she would do that.

Their last hope lay in the letter, hoping it might offer some explanation.

"Dongfang Yu: Saving you was both fate and a small favor. There's no need to mention this life-saving debt again!"

"I was young at the time and mistakenly accepted your valuable item. Now I'm returning it to its rightful owner. I hope you can forgive me!"

"If you have found your true love, please return the prayer beads!"

May you have a happy marriage and a smooth life!

Dongfang Yu clutched the letter and jade seal in her hand, wishing she hadn't seen them at all.

They weighed on his heart like a giant boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

What does it mean that he has to return the Buddhist beads if he has a beloved person? Is he saying he does or he doesn't? The person he misses is right in front of him, how can he go against his conscience and say he doesn't? But if he admits that he has a beloved person, he has to return her Buddhist beads. How can he bear to return a gift that he has kept close to his body for six years?

Is Xiyue going to cut off all contact with him completely?

Is it that she never wants to have anything to do with him again in this lifetime?

Did she really have no feelings for him at all?

Looking at the prince's increasingly ashen face, Mo Yun concluded that the contents of the letter were absolutely suffocating.

Xiao Yun and he are likely in grave danger after returning home today.

But he felt he hadn't done anything wrong, so it must have been that brat Xiao Yun who said something wrong, even though he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Xiao Yun said today.

That bastard made a mistake and dragged him down with him; he deserves a beating.

Mo Yun decided that if she really couldn't escape the prince's torment, she would go to the future princess to plead for her.

However, he still had to struggle to save himself. "Your Highness, is there anything I can do to serve you? I am willing to give my life for you."

Dongfang Yu gritted his teeth and sneered, "Tell me, what reward should I give Xiao Yun to make him remember this for the rest of his life?"

Mo Yun silently wiped away his cold sweat, and lit incense for Xiao Yun, who was driving the carriage outside. Fortunately, he hadn't offended the prince. Adhering to the principle of "better to die than to die myself," he gave his full advice: "Your Highness, I think Xiao Yun is so eloquent that he would be very suitable for Qingyu Tower."

Qingyu Tower, managed by Moyu.

Aside from the spies in other mansions, certain special places are the most suitable for collecting all kinds of information, so the prince specially built Qingyu Tower.

The higher a person's status and wealth, the more they enjoy indulging in refined pursuits. Therefore, Qingyu Tower offers a more upscale service, with both men and women working there as courtesans, primarily skilled in the arts.

The people in the building are not only outstanding in appearance, but also have profound knowledge in various fields such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, winemaking, and tea making.

Besides fulfilling missions, one can also voluntarily be redeemed by a customer, as long as the secret is not leaked, one will be safe and sound.

Xiao Yun's eloquence shouldn't be wasted; gathering information there should be a piece of cake for him.

Dongfang Yu glanced at Mo Yun, truly understanding him: "Then go and do it!"

Xiao Yun, who was driving the horse, shivered. He felt a deadly chill creeping towards him.

With his brows lowered and eyes lowered, Mo Yun tried his best to minimize his presence, fearing that the prince would sell him out as well.

Dongfang Yu acted as if Mo Yun didn't exist; his mind was now filled with Xi Yue.

He wasn't sure what Xiyue really thought, but as long as she didn't reject him outright, he would never give up on any possibility.

Since we've already gotten involved, we can't just cut ties like that.

Since it's been given to him, he won't return it.

Now that he'd given it to her, he wouldn't ask for it back.

A life-saving grace should be repaid with one's life.

Since she wanted to distance herself from him so much, he was even more determined to offer her everything and get involved with her.

His original plan is now completely useless and can only be overturned.

It seems that his return date is truly uncertain after this trip.

Dongfang Yu sighed softly and ordered Mo Yun, "Go and give Xiyue a reply at the coming-of-age banquet in four days. We have already reported what she asked us to do, and we should have a response in three days at the earliest."

"Six days later, you and I will visit the Prime Minister's residence again. After that, you and I will be Xiyue's personal guards for an indefinite period."

Mo Yun felt like her brain couldn't keep up. Did the prince mean that in a few days, she and the prince would have to sell themselves to the prime minister's mansion?

He had just been relieved that only Xiao Yun had sold herself to pay off her debts.

Unexpectedly, karma came in a flash.

Is he destined to be Miss Xiyue's bodyguard for the rest of his life?

In order to keep Miss Xiyue, did the prince really sell himself into servitude to pay off his debts?

Does he no longer want the throne?