The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Wang Xiyue thought that since she was a woman, she might be able to pretend to bump into her sister-in-law by chance. However, she and Zhuzhu waited on the street behind the Marquis's mansion for two days without any luck, not even seeing a single person.

After all, it's someone else's home, and they can't just barge in unless absolutely necessary.

So now we can only look forward to tomorrow's visit to the Marquis's mansion.

Time flies by.

Today is a significant day for the Ling family, as Lord Ling is holding a coming-of-age banquet for his youngest daughter, Ling Jiao, on her fifteenth birthday.

Ling Jiao is his legitimate daughter, the third in line. Since her birth, she has been well-behaved and obedient. Now that she has grown up, she is charming, cute, understanding, and clever, which makes her very pleasing to her father.

Of course, Ling Peng wanted to hold this grand banquet because Wang Boxing had recently held a coming-of-age banquet for his daughter, which made most of the people in the capital sing Wang Xiyue's praises. In particular, she had made a name for herself in the martial arts world a few months ago, which was widely talked about among the people.

As a marquis and the emperor's brother-in-law, he refused to believe that anyone's daughter was more noble than his. He wanted the world to know that his daughter was the most outstanding.

Therefore, Ling Peng put a lot of effort into making his daughter's coming-of-age ceremony even more grand.

He sent invitations to two-thirds of the mansions in the capital, and even princesses and princes were among those invited.

Of course, this does not include the Prime Minister's residence.

It wasn't just because the two families were tacit enemies, but also because the Prime Minister's family hadn't even sent an invitation to the Marquis of Ling's family last time. How could he possibly make an exception for such a flattering gesture?

Although he couldn't confront her directly, Ling Peng would use the words of the world after the banquet to erase the excessive praise bestowed upon the Prime Minister's daughter.

After Shenshi (3-5 PM), Wang Xiyue and her brother were dressed in their finest attire. They were going to the Linghou Mansion today to attend the coming-of-age banquet, and they planned to prepare a "surprise" for Lord Ling.

Looking at his dazzlingly dressed daughter, Wang Boxing asked with a mixture of confusion and helplessness, "Yueyue, why do you insist on going to the Marquis's mansion to attend that banquet?"

He then turned and glared at his son, who was also dressed smartly, and scolded him, "And you brat, what are you doing, causing trouble?"

Li Lingling was also confused. Her daughter was dressed so beautifully today, and she thought she was going to find Dongfang Yu, but it turned out she was going to squeeze into a stinking ditch.

Wang Xiyue stepped forward and nestled her head between her parents, hugging their arms and softly whining.

"Father, Mother, I'm just going to see what a big event is like. Besides, I haven't left the house since I got back, and many people don't remember me. I have to show my face!"

"I want everyone to know how outstanding and unparalleled your daughter is!"

Li Lingling gently poked her daughter's forehead with her finger, scolding her under her breath, but her face was full of doting smiles.

"Vanity."

"Pretending to be strong."

Wang Boxing shook his head. It seemed that Yueyue had noticed Lord Ling's desire to compete with him in terms of daughters, and she was deliberately retaliating to make him, her father, look good.

Wang Xiyue continued making up a story, "Most importantly, I've never been inside the top-ranked Marquis's mansion in the capital before. If I go outside, I'll have even less of a chance. I have to seize this opportunity to see how magnificent it is!"

Li Lingling pinched her daughter's cheek and scolded her playfully, "You little rascal!"

"Be sure to pay attention to safety!"

Wang Boxing earnestly and solemnly instructed, "Yueyue, the Emperor uses the Prime Minister's Mansion to counterbalance the Ling Marquis's Mansion, so this Imperial Brother-in-law doesn't dare to openly turn against the Emperor, and naturally he doesn't dare to go too far towards our family."

"But Ling Peng is a man skilled in power struggles and loves high positions. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, so Yueyue can go out and have fun, but she should try not to provoke him."

"Be extremely careful!"

Wang Xiyue solemnly replied, "I understand, I will keep it in mind and will definitely protect myself!"

"Dongfang Yu and Mo Yun are traveling with us, so please rest assured, Father and Mother!"

After speaking, she involuntarily looked at the young man beside the carriage, and in an instant, she exuded a myriad of charms, shining like the stars.

Dongfang Yu was mesmerized by Xi Yue's charm in that instant, especially the allure in her eyes as she looked at him, which made his heart flutter.

He regretted it. He didn't want her to appear in front of so many people anymore. He wanted to keep her in his arms so that outsiders wouldn't covet her.

This was also the first time he had seen Xiyue dressed so elegantly. In the past, she was either dressed in a neat lake-blue outfit or a regular pink dress, and even her appearance at her coming-of-age banquet was not as good as today.

Today, Xiyue only wore her hair in a half-up bun, with her dark hair cascading down to her waist. She was adorned with blue gemstone flower hair accessories on both sides of her head, looking dignified and gentle. Long tassel earrings perfectly accentuated her face shape.

A light application of makeup, coupled with bright lipstick, makes her even more beautiful, and two wisps of hair gently brushing her face in the wind add a touch of alluring charm.

A gorgeous light green dress paired with a warm yellow strapless top made her long, white neck and slender waist appear even more exquisite. She was so beautiful and pure, so otherworldly.

Today, Dongfang Yu was wearing the Shadow human skin mask and was riding alongside Mo Yun as Wang Xijie's bodyguard. Therefore, he did not have the opportunity to get close to Xiyue inside the sedan chair alone. Otherwise, he would have liked to cover her with his black cloak.

The princess's outfit today was truly outstanding, even Mo Yun was amazed by it, but his gaze was drawn more to Zhu Zhu beside her.

Today, Zhuzhu looks just like a porcelain doll.

Exquisitely crafted, charming and sweet, her innocent and pure aura is truly delightful.

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The brother and sister arrived at the Linghou Mansion by carriage. It was still early, so there were few guests.

With her brother's help, Wang Xiyue and Zhuzhu got off the carriage, followed by Xiaoge and Moyun.

As the five were about to enter, they were stopped by the servants at the door. "Who are you? Do you have invitations?" the servants asked arrogantly.

Because the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Ling Mansion were at odds, and apart from relatives, Wang Xijie rarely associated with the sons of officials in the capital, this servant indeed had no opportunity to know the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, let alone the eldest daughter.

Just as Wang Xijie was about to lash out, Wang Xiyue gently tugged at his sleeve and said coldly to the servant, "Please inform Lord Ling that the Prime Minister's residence has come to offer their congratulations."

The servant's expression changed upon hearing this. After hesitating for a moment, he went in to report. Soon after, Ling Peng came out to greet him personally.

Following closely behind was Ling Hong. When he saw the girl who caught his eye, the anger he felt from being beaten gradually subsided, replaced by surprise and embarrassment.

"Oh, what a rare guest! What brings the Prime Minister's residence to my humble Marquis's mansion today?" Ling Peng said with a forced smile.

Wang Xiyue smiled and replied, "I heard that Your Excellency is holding a coming-of-age ceremony for your daughter today. As juniors, it is only right that we come to offer our congratulations on such an important occasion!"

"Besides, Father and the Marquis are colleagues, and Miss and I are of similar age. Moreover, a few days ago the Marquis specially sent someone to our residence to visit Father. As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Today, my brother and I should take the initiative to visit in order to fulfill our proper etiquette."

"My lord, are you right?"

Ling Peng carefully examined the girl and found her to be quite sharp-tongued, likely still harboring resentment over the trouble he had caused her father a few days ago.

Although they are just two juniors, their status is not low, and it is not easy to drive them away at will. Moreover, today's banquet is a matter of face for his Marquis's mansion, which is extremely important. More and more guests will gather, and if this stalemate continues, it may be unseemly.

To avoid escalating the situation, Ling Peng stopped trying to stop him and had to step aside to let him in.

He knew perfectly well that these two were not genuinely offering their congratulations, but rather had come to cause trouble. He thought to himself, "Do they think they can just walk into this manor and do whatever they want? How foolish and utterly naive!"

However, the cunning Ling Peng would never know that Wang Xiyue had come today simply to see her sister-in-law.

"Hong'er, keep a close watch on their actions. If they dare to ruin my plans, they will be severely punished!" Ling Peng solemnly instructed his son behind him.

Ling Hong was still reeling from the shock he had just witnessed. He hadn't expected that the poor, dark-skinned girl he had once seen would transform into a stunningly beautiful and sexy woman who could carry off gorgeous clothes in just a few months. He even thought he was seeing things.

Actually, it wasn't that he was mistaken; Wang Xiyue had indeed changed drastically. The last time they met at the Blue Robe Pavilion, Wang Xiyue had just returned from her monastic retreat. She was aloof and indifferent, and her aura truly kept people at a distance. In her heart, besides her family, there was only confusion and emptiness.

Now she has a lover, a sister, and friends. Having witnessed the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs of human nature, her heart is full, and her spirit is confident.

As the saying goes, a woman dresses up for the man she loves, and she is no exception. She will dress up deliberately for the man she loves and is willing to show all her charm in front of the man who loves her.

"Did you hear me, Hong'er?" Ling Peng urged again in a deep voice when his son did not respond.

Ling Hong quickly snapped out of his daze and replied, "Yes, Father!"

Seeing Ling Hong's eyes, Dongfang Yu knew that this bastard had inappropriate thoughts about Xiyue. If he dared to lay a finger on Xiyue, he would make sure he couldn't have sex.

Once the brother and sister entered the mansion, everyone whispered among themselves upon seeing the Prime Minister's son and daughter arrive.

"Isn't this the girl who's been staying in the temple for so many years?"

"She's actually the daughter of the Prime Minister! This girl is so beautiful!"

"Aren't these two prefectures at odds? How come they're still having dealings?"

"Could it be that they are already allies?"

"I think she's here to cause trouble. After all, a woman's jealousy is terrifying. That Miss Wang definitely doesn't want this Miss Ling to overshadow her."

Despite hearing a lot of negative comments, Wang Xiyue remained calm and composed in the face of all the attention.

An invisible battle is about to begin.

When Ling Jiao heard from the servants that the Prime Minister's eldest daughter had arrived, she couldn't resist sneaking out to spy on the enemy's situation, even though she hadn't finished tidying up her makeup.

Fearing that the guests would discover her, she chose a relatively secluded corner to observe secretly, wanting to confirm whether the legendary figure was exaggerating.

The person following behind Ling Jiao was Ling An. Today, she was arranged by the mistress to help with her hair and makeup, and to serve tea and water.

Ling An looked up and saw the man she could never forget yet dared not think about. He was still so outstanding and so desirable, like a light she could never touch.

The woman in green standing next to him must be his sister. Indeed, as the folk legends say, she possesses an ethereal beauty, like a lotus emerging from water or a snow lotus.

After watching for a while, a hint of jealousy and resentment flashed in Ling Jiao's eyes, but she quickly hid it.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. Although that woman was quite beautiful, with a little effort in dressing up, I could easily outshine her.

"Let's go! You lot have to pick out some jewelry for me later. If you can satisfy me, my mother will reward you handsomely."

She walked gracefully ahead with light, swaying steps, her tone brimming with confidence and pride.

The four maids following behind her, including Ling An, quickly replied in unison, "Yes, thank you, Miss."

After returning to her room, Ling Jiao couldn't wait to start getting ready again.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror, first carefully examining her beautiful face, and then decisively asked her maid to bring clean water to wash it all off.