The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Just as Wang Xiyue was about to get up, there was a knock on the door: "Cousin, are you up?"

It turned out to be her cousin. Remembering what she had to do today, she quickly got up and dressed. "Qianqian, I'll be done soon, just wait a little longer."

She still chose the blue outfit she wore yesterday. There were many inconveniences in the countryside, and the dresses her mother had prepared were too cumbersome and unsuitable. The guard's uniform was also inconvenient to wear, lest it attract criticism.

Nowadays, only this blue dress is suitable for walking in the countryside; it is neither ostentatious nor does it diminish the status of the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family.

To blend in with local customs, she didn't choose to put her hair up or tie it up. Instead, she simply combed her hair straight and braided it from the right side of her head to the left, eventually making a side braid that hung down in front of her left chest.

Before long, Wang Qianqian heard the door open. She looked up and saw her cousin walking out of the room, and they were both stunned.

My cousin had lost her aloofness from yesterday. With her new hairstyle, she instantly became gentle, dignified, and exceptionally approachable. I couldn't help but exclaim happily, "Wow, sis, you look so beautiful in this outfit!"

"Sis, I want it like this too, I want this braided hairstyle."

"Hurry up, sis, make me the same one too."

Hearing Wang Qianqian's loud voice, the early risers in the courtyard couldn't help but look over. Yes, indeed, everyone felt that Wang Xiyue was even more gentle and beautiful than yesterday.

Wang Yu was even more amazed. It turned out that the young lady wasn't always so unattainable. Now she looked just like the girl next door, as if the gap between them had narrowed a little bit.

After washing up, Wang Xiyue and her brother took their gifts and prepared to have their cousin lead the way to their third uncle's house. Only Wang Yu and Wang Yi accompanied them.

After all, they are elders. Even if the relationship is not harmonious, the younger generation should still show them the proper etiquette.

Dongfang Yu left Xiyue's room at 1:15 AM this morning.

At that moment, he was openly entering the courtyard through the gate, but he didn't expect to see Xiyue walking slowly towards him in the morning light as soon as he entered.

With her graceful figure and dark hair braided into a soft plait on the side, she had lost her former heroic spirit and gained a touch of gentleness. As he watched her walk towards him, so quiet and picturesque, he seemed to see the scene he had been longing for: Xiyue, as his wife, coming out to greet him as he returned from his trip.

Just as Dongfang Yu was lost in her fantasy, Wang Xiyue paid no attention to An Yi and An Ying who had entered. She brushed past Dongfang Yu without looking at him.

Wang Xiyue paused for a moment as they parted ways. She seemed to have smelled this scent in her dreams recently; it was somewhat familiar.

After they left, Dongfang Yu immediately followed. He could naturally approach Xiyue as a guard during the day, so how could he waste such an opportunity?

As Wang Qianqian saw that they were almost at her uncle's house, she couldn't help but grab her cousin's arm, creating some distance between herself and the others before nervously whispering her thoughts to them.

"Sister Xiaoyue, that aunt and Brother Baofu seem to look down on girls. If they say something nasty later, please don't be upset or upset, and don't take it to heart. Just pretend you didn't hear it!"

Then, feeling very guilty, she continued to explain, "My mother doesn't allow me to talk badly about people behind their backs, so I didn't tell you sooner. Please don't be angry!"

Wang Xiyue shook her head to indicate that she wasn't angry. "Then why are you telling me now?"

Wang Qianqian said shyly, "Cousin, you are so beautiful, so good to our family, and so kind. I don't want you to be sad."

Wang Xiyue smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not someone you can easily bully!"

Then she said helplessly, "You praise me like this every day, you're making me feel like I'm on top of the world."

Wang Qianqian nodded vigorously as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Sister Xiaoyue, I'm telling you the absolute truth. In my eyes, you're like a fairy from heaven. I've never seen anyone prettier than you in my entire life."

Wang Xiyue shook her head and chuckled again: "I'm just average-looking. There are so many people in this world who are better looking than me, you just haven't seen them yet. When you grow up and have time, I'll take you to see the world, okay?"

Wang Qianqian's eyes lit up, and she danced with joy. "Sister Xiaoyue, you're so kind! It's a deal then!"

Looking at her simple-minded cousin, she couldn't help but worry about her future; such a personality was both a good thing and a bad thing.

If she meets a man who is equally tolerant and sincere, she will surely be happy and fulfilled. However, if she meets someone with complicated thoughts, she will easily be deceived because she will not be on guard against people at all.

She hopes that the man her cousin will meet in the future will truly love and cherish her.

However, even if you encounter scumbags, you're not afraid, because she's there.

Led by Wang Qianqian, Wang Xiyue and the others soon arrived at the home of her third uncle, Wang Boming.

Just as Wang Xijie was about to knock on the door, Wang Xiyue, who was two steps behind, heard a heart-wrenching cry from the courtyard, accompanied by the muffled sound of a stick hitting someone.

Wang Xiyue's heart tightened when she thought about what her cousin had just said. The situation in her third aunt's family was far more serious than her cousin had described.

Without waiting for her brother to knock, she kicked the gate open. The lock on the gate was made of iron and was not broken, but the wooden door was almost completely broken, with a hole big enough for a person to enter.

Wang Xijie originally intended to knock on the door normally and go in to see what had happened, but he was surprised to see his sister's huge reaction. She almost kicked the door of her third uncle's house away with that kick. How much internal energy did she use to be so angry?

Wang Xiyue didn't bother to see how others reacted and quickly entered the courtyard. The layout of the courtyard was similar to her uncle's house, but the materials and planning were much worse, and it was messy and no one took care of it.

Such a commotion naturally alerted the people inside the house.

A fat man with a big head and ears and a short, fat old woman with a gloomy face rushed out of the house.

The man was probably in his thirties, and he was holding a stick as thick as a hoe handle.

The woman was probably in her fifties or sixties, with triangular eyes, a flat nose, and high cheekbones—a typical sharp-tongued and mean-spirited appearance.

When Wang Baofu saw that his courtyard gate was about to collapse, he rushed over like a madman. Before he could even see the person's face clearly, he raised a stick and pointed it at Wang Xiyue, who was walking in front: "Is it you, you good-for-nothing, who smashed my gate?"

After rushing out, Chen became even angrier when she saw Wang Xiyue, a strange woman, barging in with her entourage. She pointed at Wang Xiyue and shouted, "Where did you come from, you little bitch?"

Wang Xijie clenched his fists and held back for a long time before finally refraining from making a move. After all, these were his second cousin and third aunt, and he was afraid that killing them would put his father in a difficult position.

Wang Yu would not allow anyone to insult his young lady, not even the master's relatives. He took a few steps forward and kicked the stick out of the man's hand, then punched him without hesitation until he beat the man into a pig's head before stopping.

Then he pinned the man's hands behind his back, immobilizing him and preventing him from continuing to howl. He then tore a large piece of cloth from the man's body and carefully gagged him.

Wang Xiyue originally wanted to beat them both up, but Wang Yu beat the man up first, so she would deal with the woman herself.

She slapped the aggressive woman across the face, and as she pulled her hand back, she grabbed the woman's index finger and snapped it off.

At the same time, the old woman's screams rang out.

Wang Xiyue smiled contemptuously. Anyone who dares to call her a slut and a money-loser will have to pay the price.

Wang Qianqian watched as her cousin entered the house, and in less than a moment, she decisively attacked her aunt, slapping her and breaking her fingers. Hearing her aunt's wailing screams, Wang Qianqian felt as if she were in a dream.

Wang Xiyue turned around and drew Wang Yi's sword, pointing the tip directly at the old woman's eyes. She said coldly, "Shut up! If you make another sound, I'll cut off all your other fingers."

Whether from the pain or from being frightened, the woman immediately stopped screaming.

Seeing that the man had finally fallen silent, Wang Xiyue handed the sword to Wang Yi and went straight into the house the two had just run out of.

Wang Yi dutifully continued to hold the sword to the woman's neck, ensuring that anyone who insulted the lady would be crippled if not killed.

Wang Xijie and Wang Qianqian followed in a daze.

Upon entering the house, the three saw a disheveled woman sitting on the ground with her head down. Despite her frail appearance, the woman was still tightly embracing two even smaller girls in a protective posture. The three of them huddled in the corner, trembling, while the two little girls occasionally let out suppressed sobs.

Wang Xiyue stepped forward and noticed that the woman's left leg was bent, and her right leg was twisted and pressed against the ground in an abnormal position. Her whole body was covered in dirt and blood. Her heart tightened, and she immediately squatted down and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

The woman in the corner heard an unfamiliar voice and hurriedly looked up in fear.

Wang Xiyue saw that there were no wounds on her face, but her complexion was pale, she looked tired and exhausted, her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes were dull and lifeless, as withered as a leaf that had been separated from a tree trunk for a long time. She made a coughing sound in her throat, as if she wanted to speak, but she could not utter a word.

Before the woman could reply, Wang Xijie exclaimed in surprise, "Second sister-in-law?!"

"How did you become like this?"

The second cousin is the only son of the third uncle and the third aunt, and is also the third aunt's precious son. He is the fat man who was beaten up by Wang Yu just now.

Four years ago, when his second cousin got married, Wang Xijie represented the Prime Minister's Mansion and attended the wedding banquet. The second cousin's wife he met at that time was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with delicate features. She was quiet and hardworking, but a little introverted and timid.

But back then she was clearly very healthy, while now, even without medical skills, he could tell from her face that she was terminally ill.

Seeing the scene before her, Wang Xiyue had a rough idea of ​​what had happened. Although her cousin had told her, the reality was far more serious than she had imagined. She clenched her fists, her teeth almost grinding to powder. Why were there so many scumbags and degenerates in this world?

She suppressed her anger and asked for her opinion in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, I am Wang Xiyue, and my father is Wang Boxing. You can tell me what you want."

"I'll side with what's right, not with my own people."

"I know a little about medicine. Can I take a look at you first?"

Perhaps because her cousin-in-law was unable to resist, or perhaps because she did not sense any danger, Wang Xiyue was able to untie her arms from holding the child and then take her pulse.

This was the first time Wang Qianqian had ever witnessed such a terrifying scene, and she was completely terrified.

In the past, her cousin-in-law would rarely look up at people, always keeping her head down and busy with her work. Even when she encountered relatives like them, she would just nod and say hello before quickly avoiding them.

She had always thought that her cousin-in-law didn't like to talk to them, but today she realized that she was actually afraid to.

Wang Qianqian was so sad that she kept crying. She hadn't seen her cousin-in-law for a long time. The last time was a few months ago. Her mother always told her to avoid her third aunt's family, so she had never taken the initiative to visit them.

She couldn't even imagine whether her cousin-in-law had been enduring this for the past four years.

She suddenly became terrified of knowing the truth.

Just as Wang Xiyue was about to ask Wang Qianqian for help, she looked up and saw her little cousin wiping away tears while backing away, and finally she simply turned around and ran away.

Wang Xiyue could only sigh helplessly.

This child has been too well protected. This is the first time she has witnessed such a cruel scene of domestic violence. This scene will likely leave an indelible mark on her innocent heart.

This bad impression may follow her for the rest of her life, leaving her feeling insecure.