The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Wang Xiyue straightened her collar, then took out a small medicine bottle from the inner pocket of her waistband. She dipped her finger in the ointment and gently applied it to the young man's collarbone, while warning him, "If you make me angry again, I'll bite you again!"

Dongfang Yu hummed in agreement, while teasingly remarking, "So my Xiyue is a puppy."

Wang Xiyue didn't refute, but instead admitted it with righteous indignation, "So what if I'm a dog? You don't like it?"

Do you know what a loyal dog is?

"Dogs are the most loyal animals; they will never betray their owners unless they die."

Dongfang Yu originally thought that Xiyue would get angry and bite him again, but she just admitted it so readily, leaving him with no way to refute it.

Although the answer was impeccable, the illogical and cunning explanation made it hard for Dongfang Yu to suppress the urge to laugh.

Especially when he turned his gaze to Xiyue again and saw her serious and earnest attempt to argue, her adorable, pretentious manner made him unable to help but chuckle.

So, Dongfang Yu, who had been barely able to hold back his laughter, finally lost control and burst into a burst of joyful laughter.

This sudden burst of laughter startled Mo Yun and the guards, including An Ying, who had been waiting outside the courtyard.

They exchanged bewildered glances, wondering to themselves, "What's wrong with His Highness? He's usually so gentle, composed, and dignified. Why is he acting so strangely today, laughing so unrestrainedly? Has something particularly interesting happened?"

The guards were filled with suspicion, but dared not approach due to their status. They could only strain their ears to listen to the sounds coming from inside the room, trying to glean some clues to figure out what had made the prince suddenly so cheerful.

Mo Yun couldn't help but recall the question the prince asked him late at night on the way to Xiyue Kingdom. He had praised the prince a few times, and the prince had laughed so exaggeratedly.

Has the princess learned to flatter too?!

This was the first time Wang Xiyue had ever seen a young man laugh so heartily. She wasn't embarrassed by being laughed at; instead, she felt that he was the kind of person who was closest to the warmth of everyday life.

Recalling her own words, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself, her serious demeanor crumbling from her expression.

After Dongfang Yu and the others had finished laughing, they calmed down a bit, then leaned close to Xiyue's ear and whispered, "Then I'll formally pay a visit to your parents-in-law tomorrow night, is that alright?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you tomorrow." Wang Xiyue nodded gently.

Then she asked about another important matter, "By the way, have you investigated my brother's case?"

Dongfang Yu confessed, "I've checked."

Wang Xiyue's eyes lit up, and she immediately became interested. "Really? All of them?"

Dongfang Yu nodded, "All of them."

Wang Xiyue pressed further, "So which girl does my brother actually like?"

At this moment, she was filled with curiosity and anticipation.

However, when faced with Wang Xiyue's question, Dongfang Yu simply shook his head slightly, then revealed a slightly mysterious smile and said unhurriedly, "That kid really hides his thoughts very well. If it weren't for the fact that he had ordered two sets of matching outfits from me before, even my shrewd and capable subordinates probably wouldn't have been able to detect any clues."

Wang Xiyue pressed on, "Who is it?"

Seeing her adorable yet anxious expression, Dongfang Yu couldn't help but chuckle. He deliberately sighed before slowly uttering two words: "enemy."

This answer made Wang Xiyue's heart tighten. Her eyes widened, and she nervously asked, "Was it a man or a woman?"

Dongfang Yu maintained a faint smile and calmly replied, "A woman."

Wang Xiyue was furious. "Haven't you had enough of being bitten yet?"

He answers each question with two words, speaking only half a sentence at a time, deliberately trying to keep her in suspense.

Dongfang Yu gently patted Xiyue's back to help her catch her breath, shaking her head and laughing, "I was just afraid of saying too much at once, and I was worried that you wouldn't be able to accept it."

Wang Xiyue puffed out her cheeks, "Am I that fragile?"

This was the eldest brother-in-law's most important life event. Xiyue and he were about to leave this place, and they had to clean things up as much as possible before leaving. Otherwise, if the truth came out, the two elders might be affected, the Prime Minister's Mansion would be suppressed, and Xiyue would also be worried. So Dongfang Yu stopped teasing Xiyue and frankly told her everything.

"She is from the eldest son of the Ling family, and is the daughter of Ling Zhi, the elder brother of the current Marquis Ling."

"Ling Zhi is rather mediocre, which is why the position of Marquis was taken by Ling Peng, who is ranked second. Although they are brothers, their personalities are quite different, and their relationship is not good. Although the eldest brother is average in many ways, he is decent in his dealings with others. Compared to the other competitive members of the Ling family, this branch is a typical example of 'the wicked produce good bamboo shoots'."

"The girl your elder brother has taken a liking to is the daughter of Liu, Ling Zhi's third concubine. Her name is Ling An, and she should be twenty years old this year. She also has a younger brother, Ling Yun, who is probably fifteen years old, a little younger than you."

Wang Xiyue had been away from the capital for a long time. Because her family relationships were simple, she was genuinely disgusted by the complicated relationships of those with multiple wives and concubines, especially in the Ling family. She was even more averse to them. In the past, when she was in the capital, she hadn't paid much attention to other people's family affairs.

When the young man explained it to her again, she almost got confused, but thankfully he explained it in a simple and easy-to-understand way that she could comprehend.

She understood the basics, but questions immediately arose: "This girl is only two or three years younger than my brother. At that age, she should have been married or a mother long ago, right?"

She suddenly realized something and was startled: "Could my brother like a married woman?"

Dongfang Yu gently pinched Xiyue's cheek, "Don't scare yourself!"

"This girl isn't married yet?"

Wang Xiyue was surprised, "Why?"

Dongfang Yu lightly pecked the red lips that were so close to hers. "I told you you'd be anxious, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you're already overthinking things before I've even finished speaking."

"When the girl was about fifteen years old, she was engaged to a decent man, but something went wrong and the engagement was called off. Since then, they haven't been able to talk about marriage again."

Under Xiyue's anxious and urging gaze, Dongfang Yu sighed and continued to explain the reason, "My people only found out that the reason she was jilted was because she lost her virginity before marriage, and it was related to your brother, but the real details are probably only known to your brother and her. At the time, Lingzhi's wife suppressed the matter, so many people don't know what exactly happened."

“She’s just the daughter of a concubine, and she’s not famous, so naturally no one pays attention to her. If it weren’t for your brother being involved, my people wouldn’t have thought to investigate her.”

Dongfang Yu gently pressed his lips to Xiyue's smooth forehead, his voice filled with guilt: "Xiyue, I'm so sorry. Although I have sent people to investigate with all my might, too much time has passed, and the useful information we can find now is very limited."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiyue slowly sat up straight, then turned her head slightly and kissed Dongfang Yu's lips without hesitation.

The kiss was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, but the emotions it contained were deep and sincere.

She said softly, "Fool, why are you apologizing? Everything you've done is far better than what I've done."

Then, Wang Xiyue sighed softly, recalling that distant time, and continued, "She was fifteen or sixteen years old back then, and I should have been around ten years old."

"At that time, you were still trapped in the palace as a hostage, and you had to deal with all kinds of open and covert attacks every day. Where would you have the energy to investigate these things?"

"But I've been staying at the Guozhao Temple all this time, and I can't help with anything at home."

At this point, Wang Xiyue lowered her head, her eyes reddening, her self-reproach evident: "If anyone should apologize, it should be me."

“As the person who is well cared for in the family, I not only failed to fulfill my responsibility to take care of my family, but also made them live in constant fear.”

Looking at Xiyue, whose mood had suddenly turned somber, Dongfang Yu felt a pang of heartache.

He quickly stretched out his arms and hugged Xiyue tightly again, giving her silent comfort.

After a long while, Dongfang Yu said softly, "Xiyue, don't be afraid, I'm here with you! The situation is far from being beyond saving."

"Let me have a good talk with your brother and find out the whole story. Then we can work together to find a way to help him handle this important life event properly, okay?"

Wang Xiyue nodded, "Now I have some ability too, so I will help my brother in my own way. If that girl is very nice and my brother really likes her, then I will overcome all difficulties to make her my sister-in-law."

Immediately afterward, Dongfang Yu gazed at Wang Xiyue in his arms with deep affection, his voice soft and gentle, "Xiyue, no matter how rugged and thorny the road ahead may be, we'll be together, okay?"

Wang Xiyue pressed her head against the young man's warm and sturdy chest, rubbing against him with great effort.

Dongfang Yu's heart softened completely at Xiyue's kitten-like behavior.

Wang Xiyue is now deeply immersed in the young man's strong embrace.

She suddenly realized that, without knowing when it started, she had become so dependent on the man beside her.

She grew increasingly attached to his embrace, as if only here could she find that rare peace and solace.

However, at the same time, she also realized that as her relationship with the younger man grew closer, she became more and more vulnerable, and she felt like she was no longer herself.

She didn't know whether this change was a good thing or a bad thing.

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the next day.

Night comes.

Dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, Dongfang Yu, accompanied by Mo Yun and Anying, formally paid a visit to the Prime Minister's residence.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, Wang Xiyue had already told her parents about Dongfang Yu's upcoming visit.

Although Wang Boxing and his wife were extremely worried after hearing the news, they decided to respect their daughter's choice.

So, after finishing his dinner, Wang Boxing instructed his steward to send all the servants away.

Therefore, at this moment, only the four members of their family remained in the spacious and bright main hall.

Not long after, a series of steady and powerful footsteps could be heard coming from outside the door, approaching from afar.

The four people inside looked up and soon a tall, upright figure came into view—it was Dongfang Yu! His steps were steady, and each step seemed to carry an invisible majesty and nobility.

Mo Yun and An Ying followed closely behind, their movements perfectly synchronized, like well-trained soldiers.

As soon as they stepped into the house, they turned around and gently closed the heavy door in perfect unison. They then stood on either side of the door, like two guardian deities, silently protecting this space.

At the same time, Dongfang Yu, who had already stepped into the main hall, did not hesitate at all. He quickly reached out and took off the mask that had been covering his face, and put it into his pocket.

His exceptionally handsome face was on full display, and his half-up hairstyle accentuated his gentle and refined demeanor.

With sword-like eyebrows that reach his temples, phoenix eyes that exude power, he has an elegant appearance, a refined and graceful demeanor, and a charming and refreshing air.

His features were as if meticulously sculpted by a master sculptor, but what was even more striking was the incredibly powerful aura emanating from him, like a long-dormant lion about to awaken, carrying a hint of kingly authority.