The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

With Mingzhe's announcement of "We've arrived," the group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After wandering around for about half an hour, although they felt that the little beggar was unlikely to have any ulterior motives and wouldn't cause any trouble, they also felt that this place was really too hard to find.

Wang Xiyue hadn't expected this place to be so desolate and remote. Fearing her brother would be anxious waiting, she had no choice but to send a message back first.

"Xiao Yun, do you still remember the way?"

Xiao Yun was more than just a waiter; his forte was tracking and memorizing, so this short route was no challenge for him. "I remember," he replied.

"Then go back and bring Wang Yu here as soon as possible! Tell my brother to wait for me at the inn."

"Yes." After replying, Xiao Yun quickly turned back along the same route.

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A mud house with three walls collapsed, the only standing wall is right next to a dilapidated thatched hut, it's barely even worthy of being called a house.

It was merely a shelter built from branches of varying sizes, thatch, and various odds and ends; such a dwelling offered no protection from wind and rain, let alone the cold.

Because Mingzhe was just a teenager, he couldn't build a very tall structure. People had to bend over to get in and out. This dwelling was not even as safe and sturdy as a doghouse in an ordinary family. And it was clear that Mingzhe had lived in this dilapidated "home" for many years.

He was just a helpless beggar, yet he had to take care of his younger siblings. Wang Xiyue really couldn't imagine how they had survived all these years.

Mingzhe thought of his sick sister and hungry brother, so he gritted his teeth and dragged his aching body to hurry toward the thatched hut.

Wang Xiyue stood behind him, frowning as she looked around at everything, which was dilapidated and desolate.

She watched Mingzhe's limping figure, his bloodstained and thin frame looking so pitiful and helpless in this world. The whole scene before her eyes was filled with only sorrow and despair.

At that moment, a little boy of about seven or eight years old, dressed in thin clothes, peeked out from the house and looked at them warily. After a few glances, he came running up to them barefoot.

"Brother, you're finally back! I'm so hungry."

"The mistress hasn't woken up yet, I'm so scared."

The second brother threw himself into his brother's arms and cried loudly. He was really afraid that his brother would abandon him and his sister. He was even more afraid that his little sister would never wake up again, and then he would be all alone.

Ignoring his own pain, Mingzhe held his younger brother and patiently comforted him. Once the boy stopped crying, he quickly took out the only steamed bun he had, broke it in half, and handed it to him.

"Little Er, sit here and eat your steamed bun obediently. Brother will go see Little San, okay?"

"Okay, brother, I will be very good."

Xiao Er nodded vigorously, found a slightly flatter rock nearby, sat down, and began to wolf down his steamed bun.

Looking around at the extremely basic conditions, Wang Xiyue was also worried about the little girl's condition, so she hurriedly followed Mingzhe.

Upon entering the house, she found the entire place damp, likely due to recent rain. The dirt floor was uneven with potholes and small puddles, requiring careful footing to avoid slipping.

This place was truly destitute, with only one thing that could barely be called a "bed".

To keep out moisture, many stones of different sizes were piled up under the bed. The bed board was made of uneven narrow wooden planks pieced together and tied together. There was only some straw as a mattress on the bed, and a thin layer of tattered cloth on top of that.

A little girl, about five or six years old, lay listlessly curled up on the bed, covered with a stiff, tattered, and old thin cotton quilt.

Her face was pale, and although she was drowsy, she looked very uncomfortable. Her little face was contorted with pain, and her small body was trembling.

Looking at the scene before her, Wang Xiyue could no longer suppress her grief, which burst forth from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but cover her chest and quickly lower her head.

However, even with her eyes tightly closed, she couldn't stop the tears from falling one by one; she tried desperately to hold them back but couldn't.

Why is it so difficult for some people in this world to even survive?

Why are some people born into this world with fine clothes, plenty of food and clothing, and no illness or pain?

Some people are born with lives as insignificant as grass, their bodies as adrift as duckweed, their lives filled with wandering and misfortune at every step.

why?

What went wrong?

Why is fate so unfair?

Why do capable people turn a blind eye to people who are about to starve to death?

Why can people be so cold and vicious?

Why......?

When Dongfang Yu saw Xiyue crying, he panicked and didn't know what to do: "Xiyue."

Seeing that she didn't respond, he raised his voice again: "Xiyue...Miss, what's wrong?"

Wang Xiyue was awakened by the shadow's shout. She quickly wiped away her tears and gritted her teeth to control the hint of ruthlessness that was about to leak out.

The immediate problem needs to be solved first.

"Mingzhe, I know a little medicine. Don't worry, let me take a look first!"

Mingzhe quickly withdrew his hand from his sister's forehead, made way for her, and stepped aside. "Thank you, Miss!"

While taking her pulse, Wang Xiyue asked, "How long has she been sick? Does she have symptoms such as dry heaving, nausea, or loose stools?"

Mingzhe recalled and said, "Xiao San was sick for four days. At first, she had a runny nose, and then she developed a fever. She had no appetite and was delirious. She could only eat a bite or two of steamed bun occasionally, drink a little water, and vomited once. She was also very sensitive to cold, and covering herself with a blanket did not help. She also had diarrhea twice in between."

Wang Xiyue reached into the blanket and gently pressed on the little girl's stomach, which was not only cold but also bloated.

By combining physical signs with pulse diagnosis, she was able to make a basic diagnosis: "Mingzhe, Xiaosan has caught a cold from the inside. She is physically weak and her yang energy is insufficient, making her extremely susceptible to internal cold when exposed to cold."

"Don't worry, it's a minor illness. Just take the right medicine and you'll recover in a few days."

Fortunately, Wang Yu, led by Xiao Yun, arrived just in time with a medicine box.

Wang Xiyue took out silver needles from her medicine box and, while administering acupuncture to Xiao San, instructed her, "Wang Yu, you've come at just the right time."

"Take care of Mingzhe's external injuries first."

Wang Yu took the medicine from the young lady and gestured for Mingzhe to follow: "Come on, let's go outside."

To treat external injuries, one must take off all clothes. He knew that his young lady was a doctor, and doctors do not distinguish between men and women, but after all, she was still an unmarried young woman.

Even though Mingzhe was still just a teenager, there was still a difference between men and women, and since it concerned the young lady's reputation, he should try his best to avoid it.

After the acupuncture was finished, Wang Xiyue saw that the mistress was feeling a little better, so she took off her coat and covered her with it, hoping to keep her warmer. However, the coat was too thin and did not provide any real insulation.

She searched the entire house again and finally found the only slightly clean and thick piece of clothing. Judging from the size, it should be Mingzhe's only clean piece of clothing. She had no choice but to make do with it and carefully wrap the mistress in it, holding her in her arms, trying to warm the child with her body heat.

Don't stay here for long.

Once outside the house, she looked at Wang Yu and asked, "How much longer?"

Wang Yu had already guessed that the young lady wouldn't stay long, so he only gave Mingzhe's more serious wounds a quick treatment. "Miss, most of the wounds have been treated."

Wang Xiyue nodded, "Okay, we'll deal with it carefully when we get back."

There wasn't enough medicine, hot water, or extra cotton cloth; it would be good enough if the bleeding could be stopped temporarily.

She turned to Mingzhe for his opinion, "Mingzhe, this place isn't suitable for Xiaosan to receive treatment. Are you going to come back to the inn with me? Or are you going to wait here until Xiaosan recovers and then send her back?"

Mingzhe stared at the young woman gently embracing her younger sister, so shocked that the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

For a moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of grievance, and his eyes reddened as he almost burst into tears.

Since they could remember, no one had ever looked up to the three siblings. It was considered kind of others not to bully them.

No one would bother to pick them up in their tattered clothes without any disgust. Usually, a noble and wealthy person like her wouldn't even give them a second glance.

Having grown accustomed to looks of disgust and hatred, he was actually quite uncomfortable with this newfound special treatment and didn't know how to respond.

Her kindness and compassion ignited his passion like a burning ember, making him want to rush closer to her without hesitation.

Mingzhe knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times solemnly to her. "Miss Xiyue, my two siblings and I are willing to be your servants forever. We are willing to be loyal to you forever. Can you accept us?"

Wang Xiyue didn't expect Mingzhe to react so strongly. She hadn't planned to abandon him anyway; meeting him was fate.

She had originally planned to arrange other places for them, and she could guarantee that they would live comfortably until they were able to support themselves.

She scrutinized the little beggar before her, his eyes revealing unwavering obsession and resolute determination. Wang Xiyue's lips curled slightly, a hint of coldness flashing across her face. She paused, then slowly said, "Do you know what it means to follow me?"

"servant!?"

"Forever?" She hated the word "forever," for reasons she couldn't explain, she just hated it.

Mingzhe noticed that the gentle girl from before had completely changed her aura. She stood there quietly, but her aura had become aloof, desolate, and boundless.

The wind around them seemed to have stopped, and he couldn't even sense the presence of the people next to him. It was as if only she and he existed in the world, and she was just calmly looking at him.

But in her cold gaze, he saw a sharp warning: promises are not to be made lightly, and a promise is a promise kept until death; if he breaks his promise, he will die without a burial place.

Mingzhe steadied himself. Even if the future held an abyss or death, he was willing to give everything to be with her.

He faced her stern, appraising gaze with composure, and after resolutely kowtowing again, he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, swearing an oath:

"From this day forward, Mingzhe will serve as Miss Wang Xiyue's servant. I am willing to follow her through life and death, and never betray her for all eternity! If I ever disobey, may I be reduced to ashes and my soul be scattered to the winds."

After hearing this, Wang Xiyue could only sigh. If vows were truly effective, there wouldn't be so much harm and betrayal in this world.

Who can guarantee that forever will be a few days or a few years? No one knows how far forever is. It's hard to keep a promise for this lifetime, let alone for lifetimes to come.

However, deep down she never expected anyone to be sincere to her forever. She couldn't see what the future held, so she only needed to live up to the present.

She pinched her brow, her imposing manner vanished, and she nodded helplessly, "Get up! From now on, you belong to me."

"As for your younger siblings, let them choose their own paths when they grow up and become sensible."

Her people and the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion are two completely different identities. The guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion only need to do their job well. As long as they do not betray the Prime Minister's Mansion, their parents decide whether to punish or reward them.

Her people belong to her alone, and their orders can only be obeyed by her. No one has the right to interfere, and naturally, no one can harm her people.

She actually prefers to be alone. Agreeing to let Mingzhe follow her means that she will be responsible for his life. She doesn't really like to bear the fate of others.

She vaguely saw another version of herself in him, and she felt more comfortable around him. His aura was very similar to hers, so they could be considered kindred spirits!

“Mingzhe, since you’ve decided to come with me, we won’t be coming back to this place. If you have anything else to take with you, hurry up and pack it. I’ll be waiting.”