The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

After giving her parents and elders a final bow, Wang Xiyue left the banquet hall to go back to her room to rest for a while.

Just after turning the corner, she suddenly dodged to avoid the person who had suddenly appeared.

Seeing the person who almost bumped into him dodge away, Dongfang Yu was quite annoyed. Xiyue's alertness was too high; it was a good thing for the enemy, but a bad thing for him. Feeling wronged and resentful, he politely bowed and said, "Miss Xiyue, I apologize. I was in a hurry just now..."

Mo Yun couldn't help but despise the prince's cunning and scheming nature.

The prince wasn't walking in a hurry; he was clearly waiting here on purpose, wanting Miss Xiyue to bump into his arms.

Dongfang Yu's voice was deep and magnetic, just right.

Wang Xiyue was unconsciously drawn in by what she heard, and she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly to carefully examine the man in front of her.

His all-black attire couldn't conceal his handsome figure. Despite being just a guard, his aura far surpassed that of others. Standing next to Mo Yun, he seemed more like the master, while Mo Yun appeared to be the follower.

Beneath the mask, she could only see that the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and his eyes were deep and swirling, as if they could suck a person in if they looked at them for too long.

The collar of the black coat was half blue, with a water pattern design, and the embroidery technique was very similar to the one given to him by the Blue Robe Pavilion.

While Wang Xiyue was sizing up 'Dark Night', Dongfang Yu was also staring intently at the girl in front of him. He couldn't see her clearly from a distance in the banquet hall earlier, but now that he could see the person he liked up close, he didn't want to waste this hard-won moment of intimacy.

With bright eyes and white teeth, skin as smooth as jade, and rosy lips, her slightly upturned face was only half an arm's length away from him, yet he could still smell her faint fragrance.

Within reach, he could pull her into his arms with just a stretch of his hand.

Dongfang Yu restrained himself by putting his hands behind his back, afraid that he would lose control.

Seeing that the other party remained silent for a long time, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but break the silence, "Why are you here? What do you want?"

Mo Yun, being quite perceptive, replied proactively this time: "Miss Xiyue, I have already reported the matter you entrusted to me last time to the Prince, and the Prince will surely be able to send back a carrier pigeon soon."

"Please wait a few more days, Miss Xiyue."

Wang Xiyue cared a lot about Dongfang Yu's thoughts, but having already waited six years, she didn't mind waiting a few more days. "It's alright, no rush."

Seeing that An Ye was staring at her without blinking, neither speaking nor making way, Wang Xiyue felt that his gaze was like an abyss, as if she might fall into it if she wasn't careful.

She quickly turned away, suppressing her panic, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is there anything else?"

Dongfang Yu knew he had no reason to keep her, and his hands behind his back clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

Finally, he took a deep breath and bowed slightly: "Miss Xiyue, may your future be filled with blooming flowers, and may you be with one love for life!"

How dare this guard be so bold? He speaks so bluntly.

How could a young woman who had just reached marriageable age have a lover?

Even though she's usually thick-skinned, she couldn't help but blush at this moment: "You..."

She didn't know whether to be angry or thank him. She held her tongue for a long time but couldn't say anything. She could only glare at him, turn away, and leave quickly.

Dongfang Yu was not displeased by Xiyue's angry glare; on the contrary, he found it quite amusing.

The usually aloof girl became somewhat girlish because of her anger; her fair and rosy cheeks were even more beautiful than if she had applied rouge.

Looking at the prince, who was completely infatuated, Mo Yun felt endless contempt: "He's already driven his sweetheart away, and even after being glared at by her, he can still smile so sweetly. A prince in love really has questionable intelligence..."

Seeing his master staring silently in the direction Miss Xiyue had left for a long time, Mo Yun couldn't help but nervously remind him, "Um, if we don't leave soon, we'll go hungry..."

We're here to eat.

"That... Dark Night..."

Dongfang Yu glanced at Mo Yun with great displeasure, "You haven't finished digesting that bucket of rice you ate this morning, have you?"

Mo Yun was furious. He had been traveling for two months, not eating or sleeping well. He had taken the opportunity to make up for it these past two days when he had nothing to do, so he ate two extra bowls of rice. Did the prince really have to call him a glutton?

He has lost a lot of weight. If he doesn't eat more, will he have the strength to serve as a servant in the Prime Minister's mansion?

Why is he so unlucky?

Dongfang Yu didn't care whether Mo Yun was hungry or not.

Since staying wouldn't get him to see the person he wanted, there was no point in lingering any longer. So he decided, "Mo Yun, let's go!"

Mo Yun: "......"

Did they just leave like that, all abruptly?

They left without getting a single bite to eat?

That's such a huge loss!

Even if Mo Yun was dissatisfied, he could only follow along obediently, after all, he was just a follower.

He had no choice but to first greet the Prime Minister, and then return to the Blue Robe Pavilion with his prince.

Mo Yun couldn't help but worry about his stomach. He wondered if there would be any leftovers left for him when he got back.

Two days later, at the Prime Minister's residence.

At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), Mo Yun and "Dark Night" visited again.

Wang Yi stared at the two people in front of her with disbelief, her expression revealing a hint of disgust. "Why are you here again?"

They've already visited three times in just six days. What does that mean?

Mo Yun awkwardly rubbed his temples and gave a "legitimate" reason: "We have already received a reply to the matter that Miss Xiyue asked us to handle last time. We are here today to deliver a letter."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your young lady?"

Mo Yun knew that the prince had racked his brains these past two days to reply to this letter, putting in so much effort that he seemed to care even more than dealing with the two princes.

In order to write this letter, which the prince considered flawless, he almost stopped eating and drinking.

His room was piled high with hundreds of discarded letters.

Wang Yi, looking suspicious, instructed the guard beside him, "Go and verify this!"

Soon, the guard who delivered the message returned and reported, "Team Leader Wang, Miss said to let them in."

Under Wang Yi's surprised gaze, the two quickly walked inside.

Mo Yun felt very uncomfortable, unlike his prince who wore a mask to cover his face.

Dongfang Yu wouldn't feel awkward even without a mask, because he only had eyes for the person he wanted to see.

In a secluded corner of the small garden, Wang Xiyue had been waiting for a long time.

When she saw people approaching from afar, she suddenly felt a little scared.

I wonder how Dongfang Yu will handle this?

Should we return it or not?

Should we return it or not?

Dongfang Yu rushed to greet Xiyue as soon as he saw her.

This time, he didn't want to wait for Mo Yun at all, nor did he want Mo Yun to speak. He wanted to handle things with Xi Yue himself and didn't want any third party to act as a messenger, lest his true meaning be misinterpreted.

Dongfang Yu stepped forward and stopped about an arm's length away from Xiyue, bowing respectfully: "Miss Xiyue, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Wang Xiyue, who had been standing there the whole time, simply hummed in agreement and waited quietly for the "result".

Dongfang Yu took out his sachet from his bosom and handed it to Xiyue with both hands.

He had already put away the sachet that Xiyue had given him. He assumed it was a gift from Xiyue and simply didn't want to return anything she had given him.

The sachet he's giving her now is one he's worn for a while; he wants to use it to temporarily stay by her side.

The sachet contained Ye Yuyin and the letter he had been painstakingly writing over the past few days.

Wang Xiyue took the things somewhat hastily.

When she opened it, she found that the jade seal hadn't been taken, nor had the Buddhist beads she had given her.

With these questions in mind, Wang Xiyue opened the letter.

"To Xiyue: I am honored to receive your message!"

"The Buddhist prayer beads you gave me are as important as my life, so I cannot return them."

"Now that the jade seal has been given away, I will not ask for it back. It already belongs to you, and only to you."

"Xiyue, I am not married yet, will you wait for me?"

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiyue's initial unease was replaced by an uncontrollable joy.

It turns out he didn't have a wife; it turns out what "Dark Night" said was true.

Dongfang Yu kept a close eye on Xiyue's every move, afraid of seeing the slightest resistance on her face.

Wang Xiyue was so focused on the letter that she didn't notice "Dark Night's" overly gentle gaze.

Forcing herself to suppress her chaotic thoughts, she continued reading the letter.

"Xiyue, for various reasons I cannot appear before you openly for the time being, please understand!"

"Xiyue, An Ye and Mo Yun will temporarily protect you in my place. I hope you will accept!"

"Xiyue, everyone in the Blue Robe Pavilion can be trusted. You can give orders as long as you have the Night Jade Seal. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"

"Xiyue, I have so many thoughts of you that I cannot express them all. I only wish you all the best!"

"Xiyue, I will stand openly by your side as soon as possible. Wait for me!"

After reading this letter, which was tantamount to a transfer of power and a confession, Wang Xiyue unconsciously clenched her hands tighter and tighter.

She had mixed feelings about Dongfang Yu's straightforward statement.

It turns out he had never forgotten her; it turns out she wasn't the only one who remembered their past.

She had originally prepared herself to part ways amicably, but now she was having some hesitation.

She was happy that he had a place for her in his heart, but reason always prevailed.

He is a prince of a country, and the royal family of Dongyang will certainly be strict and cautious in his marriage.

Their social statuses are vastly different, so their future will be fraught with difficulties.

They hadn't seen each other for many years, and strictly speaking, they were still strangers. Perhaps their meeting wouldn't be as wonderful as they had imagined.

Human emotions are always so complicated; a few words between her and him cannot determine anything.

But since he is willing, she will give them both a chance.

As Dongfang Yu watched Xiyue's eyes sometimes lightly smiling and sometimes furrowing her brows, his mood fluctuated wildly.

Unable to fathom her thoughts, he was anxious but unable to ask directly, so he could only signal to Mo Yun with his eyes.

Mo Yun received the prince's warning look and had no choice but to speak first, knowing that Miss Xiyue wouldn't make things difficult for him even if he said something wrong.

As long as Miss Xiyue was around, the prince wouldn't torment him too much, so he asked whatever came to mind, "Miss Xiyue, has the prince given any instructions to his subordinates?"

Wang Xiyue shifted her attention from the letter, looking at the two people in front of her, unsure of what to say.

He was clearly Dongfang Yu's personal bodyguard, but now, with just a word from him, he has become hers.

This is a person, not an object; there's no reason to just give it away like that.

"Dongfang Yu's intention is to have you temporarily become my guards, but I would like to hear your thoughts."

After she finished speaking, she unconsciously turned to "Dark Night" to see if he would resist.

Dongfang Yu felt Xiyue's gaze on him and immediately lowered his head to assure her, "Protecting Miss Xiyue is my heart's desire."

Wang Xiyue felt that his tone was strange after hearing his reply, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

She then looked at Mo Yun.

Mo Yun understood immediately and replied respectfully, "I will obey Your Highness's orders and protect Miss Xiyue at all costs."

Seeing how determined the two were, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but advise them: "You are wasting your talents by my side. You can only give full play to your talents in the Prince's Mansion."