The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

To avoid getting involved in any more pointless blind dates, Wang Xiyue decisively consulted with her brother and decided to leave as soon as possible.

The next day, noon.

The group arrived in Shancheng, Yunzhou again.

I chose Youfu Inn as my lodging again. Coincidentally, it was the same three rooms as last time, but this time I stayed in Shadow.

After washing up, everyone rested for a while.

After a quick dinner, Wang Xiyue decided to take a stroll around the streets.

Wang Xijie kept a close eye on his sister's condition, because such a big thing had happened yesterday, and he was afraid that she would be emotionally unstable.

But after walking around for a while, his sister didn't buy anything. She just wandered aimlessly, stopping and starting without any destination. He had no idea what she was trying to do. Finally, he had no choice but to ask directly, "Yueyue, are you looking for something?"

"Or if you want to do something, just tell me, and I'll help you."

Wang Xiyue shook her head. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but she was eager to find something to do. She felt empty inside, with a huge gap in her heart that she couldn't fill no matter what she did.

This feeling of helplessness and emptiness was something she was experiencing for the first time.

......

"I'll beat you to death, you little bastard."

"You dare steal my things? I'll beat you to death, you little rascal."

"Just wait and see how I deal with you today."

"...Let's see if you'll still be alive to steal in the future?"

......

Angri curses came from afar. Although the distance was far, Wang Xiyue and the others had considerable internal strength, so they could hear them clearly.

Wang Xijie saw a large crowd gathered about ten feet ahead, seemingly watching a commotion. He grabbed his sister and eagerly ran over to see what was going on. "Yueyue, come on, let's go take a look."

Wang Xiyue was pulled so hard she almost fell over. "Brother..."

Dongfang Yu, anxious to get closer, reached out to hug Xiyue's waist. But halfway there, he realized it was inappropriate and quickly withdrew his hand. Then, he calmly and quietly separated the people blocking the way on both sides, making sure no one could bump into Xiyue.

After her brother pushed the people in front of her aside, Wang Xiyue was able to see what had happened.

In the middle of the street, a group of onlookers formed a circle, leaving a space of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) in the center.

Inside the circle, a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant was holding a thin wooden stick about the length of an arm and was repeatedly whipping a small child curled up on the ground.

The child's clothes were tattered and filthy, his bare feet were swollen and red, and his thin clothes made it easy to see that he was emaciated. His dirty hair covered his face.

The child was clearly a beggar. It was unclear how long he had been beaten, but his body was covered with overlapping and crisscrossing bloodstains. Bright red blood seeped through his clothes, which were already thin and could no longer absorb the blood. As a result, there were splattered bloodstains scattered around him in the small open area.

Despite being powerless to resist, he still held himself tightly with both hands, trying his best to protect his head and the things in his arms, showing a posture of not giving up even if he was beaten to death.

"You dare steal? I'll beat you to death today, you filthy beggar..."

"You filthy beggar, I'll beat you to death..."

......

Wang Xiyue felt a pang of pain in her heart. This scene seemed familiar in her dream, and in a daze, she saw that the person being beaten looked like the little girl she often dreamed of.

She couldn't do anything in her dreams, but in reality, how could she allow anyone to dare to hurt her?

Just as I was about to step in to help, I felt a figure flash past me.

Then the vendor who had assaulted the man was kicked away and crashed to the ground two meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust. Some onlookers who were trying to avoid him were also caught in the crossfire and were knocked off balance.

Wang Xijie originally wanted to stop him, but he didn't expect that Shadow was so fast, it was like the wind passing by without leaving a trace.

The guards from the Prince Xian's residence and the Prime Minister's residence quickly and tacitly separated the onlookers, making room for their master to resolve the matter.

Wang Xijie shielded his sister behind him and spoke in a serious and cold voice to the crowd.

"Article 3 of the Western Moon Law: If a lawbreaker is found, the matter should be reported to the government for verification and dealt with according to the law. No one may punish the offender privately. Anyone who commits a private execution shall be imprisoned, whipped, or caned."

"If the owner of this steamed bun shop really beats this little beggar to death today, his punishment will be fifty strokes of the cane and ten years in prison."

Article 31 of the Law: Those who steal shall be punished with caning for minor offenses, and with amputation of hands or feet for serious offenses. However, those who steal out of hunger and cold shall be punished with a lighter punishment as appropriate.

“This little beggar stole a steamed bun; his crime doesn’t warrant death. At most, he’ll get ten strokes of the cane.”

Article 52 of the law: Anyone who knowingly and intentionally lets someone go shall be fined or imprisoned.

"Those of you who were watching did not intervene in time, which is a violation of this rule."

Wang Xijie coldly asked the onlookers, "Anyone who disagrees?"

Everyone present was shrewd and capable; once he glanced at them, they were all terrified of being arrested and detained, and dared not utter a single word.

This kind of beating of beggars happens every day; they've long been used to it. Helping is out of the question; they're just idly watching the spectacle. They certainly don't want to be arrested for glancing at them too long.

The people who took the lead must be of extraordinary status. Judging from their attire, the two masters were clearly young masters and ladies from wealthy and noble families.

Even going out for a stroll requires being accompanied by more than a dozen well-trained guards; their backing must be incredibly powerful.

Moreover, his familiarity with the law suggests he is someone who deals with officials regularly. Anyone with a modicum of sense would not dare to offend him, and those who are quick to react would have already quietly fled.

Wang Xiyue was quite at ease with her brother's abilities in this area.

She saw that the crowd was all silent, while the man who had hit her was lying on the ground clutching his stomach, groaning. He had obviously been kicked quite badly. She couldn't help but glance at Shadow again; this guy had been acting really strangely lately.

After letting out a silent sigh, she walked straight to the other side, squatted down next to the little beggar, and calmly asked, "Why did you steal?"

A beggar steals either out of hunger and cold, or he is a habitual offender or is coerced by others. She wanted to know which situation he was in.

The little beggar wanted to take the opportunity to get up and run away, but he was in too much pain and had been hungry for a long time, so he had no strength and could not get up no matter how many times he tried.

If he can't escape this time and continues to be beaten, he's not sure if he'll even survive today.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw a beautiful and refined face, and a pair of calm, still eyes. The owner of those eyes was so beautiful that he felt ashamed and forgot to run away.

She was a noble lady from a prestigious family, as pure and aloof as the blue starry sky, so pristine that he dared not approach her, for fear of tainting her beauty.

Although she appeared aloof and spoke in a nonchalant manner, she possessed an absolute power that was impossible to resist.

He could sense that if he didn't tell the truth, she definitely wouldn't let him leave. After weighing his options, the little beggar had no choice but to suppress his anger and honestly answer, "My sister is sick."

"My little brother is hungry too."

Wang Xiyue was also taken aback when the little beggar looked up.

He was a very special boy. Although his face was pale and covered in dirt, it couldn't hide his outstanding appearance and fierce, indifferent eyes. It seemed that he would fight anyone who tried to stop him from taking the steamed buns.

Looking at his fearful yet protective demeanor, a blurry image suddenly flashed through her mind again. Wang Xiyue felt a dull pain in her head as if she had been hit by a stick, and her vision went black as she almost fainted.

Wang Xiyue bit her lip hard to stay awake. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Can you take me to see them?"

Fearing rejection, Wang Xiyue immediately pointed three fingers to the sky: "I promise no one will bully you. If I do, may I be struck down by heaven and earth!"

The little beggar couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. He felt fear and disbelief, but there was also a hint of expectation mixed in. Perhaps it was the sincerity and purity in her eyes, or perhaps it was her presence that made him feel comfortable. In the end, he nodded in agreement.

He didn't know that his nod would mean a lifetime of mutual support.

Seeing that she hadn't been rejected, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but smile, and at the same time reached out to help the person up, "Can you still walk?"

The little beggar avoided her help; he didn't want to dirty her hands.

He struggled to his feet. Being beaten was commonplace for someone as weak as him. He had long since learned how to avoid fatal blows, when to endure, and when to choose to run away.

These things were already deeply ingrained in his memory. For someone like him, who was like a weed, every extra day he could live was a bonus.

Wang Xiyue didn't mind his rejection. Actually, she didn't like touching strangers either. She was just worried about him because he was so badly injured and she was afraid that if he tried to tough it out on his own, he would only get worse.

If the other party is unwilling to accept her kindness, then she naturally won't force them.

Knowing that this trip would take a long time, she had no choice but to ask her brother for his opinion, "Brother, why don't you stay here and take care of things? I'll go with him and be right back, okay?"

"Don't worry! I'll be very careful."

"Okay, then be careful!"

Wang Xijie felt helpless seeing his sister so concerned about a beggar. He wanted to stop her, but seeing the sudden spark of energy in her eyes, he instantly decided not to ask any more questions.

Anyway, he and his father would always be there to support her no matter what happened. Now he just wanted his sister to find something to do, something to distract her and reduce the trouble that Dongfang Yu was causing her.

Wang Xiyue then instructed Wang Yu, "Go back to the inn, go to my room and bring the medicine box over. Then meet up with us as soon as possible!"

After giving her instructions, she gestured for the little beggar to lead the way, while she walked slowly behind him.

They followed the little beggar through the streets, heading towards increasingly secluded and deserted alleys.

The little beggar was injured and couldn't walk fast, but he still endured the pain and stubbornly kept moving forward step by step.

Looking at his slender yet resilient back, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but admire his willpower and felt a pang of pity, which softened her tone considerably.

"My name is Wang Xiyue. What's your name?"

The little beggar slowed his pace, and once he was steady, he turned to the side, bowed his head, and respectfully replied, "I have no name."

He was just one of many beggars, like a drop of water in a river, insignificant and not worthy of a name.

From as far back as I can remember, everyone around him called him "little beggar," "little rascal," "brat," or simply "stinky beggar."

Later, he found his younger siblings, who would call him brother. He longed to have a name of his own, but he was illiterate and still couldn't think of a good name.

Wang Xiyue was slightly surprised and suspicious. "Do you not want to talk about it, or have you forgotten?"

For some reason, he didn't want her to know his dirty nicknames, so he replied calmly, "No one has ever called me by any name since I can remember."

"How can there be people in this world who don't have names?" Wang Xiyue looked at his dejected appearance in surprise, and felt quite sad. She could only quickly comfort him, "Don't be sad. Just because you don't have one now doesn't mean you won't have one in the future."

"How about I name you one?"

Upon hearing this, the little beggar was so excited that he immediately stood still, staring nervously at the suddenly appearing rich young lady. He really wanted a name.

He was waiting for her to name him.

A name that belongs only to him.