The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Wang Xijie parked the carriage in a secluded courtyard.

This is his secret base; he hasn't even told his family.

The layout here is modeled after a typical farmhouse courtyard. There is only one main house in front, a kitchen and storage room on the left, a stable on the right, an outhouse in the corner, and a well in one corner of the yard.

When he misses Ling An, he comes here to stay for two days, and tells his parents that he is on a mission.

Ling An was never drunk. Although she felt a little dizzy, she was far from being so drunk that she was unconscious.

So she knew what she was doing the whole time, and she was also aware of what he had done to her?

He treated me with such care, as if I were a precious treasure, even though I was just someone with no background, and even their family's "enemy".

She was filled with doubt and couldn't understand why he would be so fond of her.

When he first saved her life, she felt she had no way to repay him. After all, at that time, she was penniless, possessed nothing, had no power or influence, and couldn't even control her own body. Even if she wanted to serve him as a servant to repay his kindness, it was impossible for her to do so.

Unexpectedly, fate brought them together again, and he once more saved her life and reputation. However, faced with this profound kindness, she remained at a loss, unsure how to repay him.

From that day on, an unprecedented feeling began to quietly grow in her heart; that must have been attraction and love.

Before this, she always thought that marriage was nothing more than following the orders of one's parents and obeying the words of a matchmaker. It seemed that it made no difference who one was betrothed to, as if life was just slowly moving forward step by step.

But after meeting him, she suddenly realized that she didn't like the man she was already engaged to.

As for how this marriage came about, she had no idea.

Perhaps I am merely a small pawn used by the mistress to win over others;

Or perhaps, she was merely a tool used by others to curry favor with the Marquis's family.

She wasn't sure if the man she was engaged to had ever met her, let alone whether he felt any affection for her. The only thing she was certain of was that she had never seen him in person, nor had they exchanged any letters.

She gradually began to reject marrying the man she didn't love, which slowly turned into resistance, and finally to fear.

Finally, after countless internal struggles and torments, she made up her mind to call off the marriage.

As if by fate, someone spread false rumors that she had lost her virginity, and she went along with it, adding fuel to the fire.

Those who had plotted against her were secretly delighted, thinking that their schemes had finally succeeded.

However, these people did not expect that she would also succeed, in an unexpected way.

She often pondered their future together in the quiet of the night, wondering how someone of her humble status could be worthy of someone as noble and refined as him. Moreover, she couldn't bear to see him put in a difficult situation because of her.

Since that's the case, then let her silently guard her chastity for him for the rest of her life! Even if she can only keep that deep affection for him in the depths of her heart, and grow old alone with his shadow, it seems like a good choice.

Perhaps as time goes by and years pass, one day he will marry a girl of equal social standing and have children.

By then, he might gradually forget everything about her.

For her, if things could really develop this way, it might be the best ending.

After all, isn't loving someone about wanting them to be happy?

She would quietly hide in a corner where she wouldn't disturb him, and devoutly pray for him, wishing them a lifetime of love and happiness together.

However, year after year, he remained alone.

She felt powerless in the face of this situation, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not solve his problems.

However, today, the emotions that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam.

She suddenly had a bold idea: she wanted to completely let herself go, even if it was just this once; she wanted to become a little selfish and stop caring about anything else.

If he were willing to speak, she would unhesitatingly give herself to him completely, because at this moment, she had nothing left but this body...

She had already given him her heart, and today she gave him her body as well, so she could be considered to have repaid him with her body.

Just as Ling An was lost in thought, Wang Xijie went to the kitchen, skillfully boiled the water, and carefully poured it into a basin before bringing it in.

For Wang Xijie, this room held special significance. Whenever he felt down, he would come here and vent his inner turmoil by drinking one glass of wine after another.

However, contrary to his wishes, each time he got drunk, not only did his inner pain not get relief, but his body also fell into deeper pain, sometimes feeling hot and sometimes cold, and sometimes even vomiting until he was dizzy.

When Wang Xijie entered the room and his gaze fell on Ling An on his bed, an indescribable sense of happiness surged into his heart like a flood bursting its banks, instantly filling his entire chest.

He couldn't help but fantasize: if she became his wife, would such warm and beautiful scenes continue to unfold day after day?

The pleasant reverie was only fleeting; Wang Xijie eventually came back to his senses and faced reality again.

At this moment, as he looked at Ling An sleeping peacefully, a sense of worry arose in his heart: would she feel as bad as he did after getting drunk?

He tiptoed close to Ling An's ear and softly called out, "Ling An?"

Seeing that she had no reaction and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, Wang Xijie hesitated for a moment, but finally decided not to hesitate any longer and continued to speak softly, "Ling An, can you hear me?" However, all that awaited him was still silence.

Helpless, Wang Xijie could only mutter, "It seems you're really asleep... But, Ling An, I'm going to wash you up now, hopefully that will make you feel a little more comfortable."

These words seemed to be an explanation to Ling An, and also a way of finding courage for himself.

After speaking, he walked to the basin, wrung out the steaming towel, and vigorously wrung out the excess water.

Then, he moved to the bedside and gazed at the woman on the bed with focused and tender eyes, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

He moved so gently, as if afraid of waking the sleeping beauty, that he first gently placed a warm towel on the woman's fair cheek, feeling the warmth emanating from her delicate skin.

Then, he gently wiped her face, from her forehead to her chin, leaving no inch untouched, as if he were performing an extremely important and sacred task.

After cleaning her face, he carefully took the woman's hands and wiped them just as diligently and meticulously.

After tidying up his hands and face, he sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on the bed.

Seeing that Ling An still showed no signs of waking up, he seemed to have gained a bit more courage and boldness.

So he slowly stretched out his arms, carefully helped the woman up, and gently pulled her into his embrace.

He called out again, "Ling An?" His voice carried a hint of concern and expectation.

However, the person in his arms kept her eyes tightly closed, and seeing this, he became even bolder.

He took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, began to untie the woman's belt and remove her outer garment. Soon, she was left with only a pure white tube top and underpants.

Despite the suggestive nature of the scene, his gaze remained completely undisguised as he continued to carefully wipe the woman's body with a towel.

After all the wiping work was finished, he quickly picked up the quilt and gently covered Ling An with it, fearing that she would catch a cold.

After doing all this, he gazed at the woman's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes revealing an undisguised deep affection and longing. In the end, he couldn't suppress the desire deep within his heart, and quietly leaned down to place a kiss on the woman's smooth forehead.

Then, as if remembering something, he said softly to the unconscious woman, "Ling An, wait a moment, I'll go get another basin of water to wash your feet."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Just as Wang Xijie stepped out of the room, Ling An suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear as she stared straight at Wang Xijie's departing figure.

After a long while, she murmured to herself, "Wang Xijie, you are clearly the son of a powerful and influential prime minister, you are clearly a high-ranking and awe-inspiring young master, why are you so patient and meticulous with me, who is so lowly and insignificant? Why is that...?"

Why are you so nice to me?

In all her past understanding, there was no normal man who would willingly serve his wife.

Her birth mother had always instilled in her the concept of male superiority and female inferiority.

Not to mention things like washing feet, which are considered unclean, even trivial matters like serving tea and water would be something that few men in noble and wealthy families would be willing to do for their wives!

Just then, Wang Xijie had already prepared a basin of steaming hot water and returned to the room.

Even though Ling An was in a drunken and confused state, he still gently leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Ling An, I'm going to wash your feet, don't be afraid."

Then, he carefully lifted the blanket covering Ling An's feet, and then very cautiously moved her fair and delicate feet from the warm blankets to the edge of the bed.

However, he suddenly became hesitant. "Ling An, tell me, should I wash your feet directly, or just wipe them?"

"Just wiping it down seems a bit too perfunctory, how about... I give you a nice foot bath?"

"Ling An, I didn't expect you to be so calm and docile even when you're drunk. Well then, let me give you a foot bath!"

“Ling An…”

“Ling An…”

This was originally just a trivial matter of serving others, but at this moment, he was as if he were doing a great and devout undertaking, completely focused and single-minded.

For the first time in his life, Ling An realized that his ordinary, even somewhat common, name could become so melodious and moving when uttered by him, as if it contained an indescribable sacred charm.

Unbeknownst to her, crystal tears had already begun to slide uncontrollably down her cheeks, falling one after another like pearls from a broken string.

Wang Xijie remained engrossed in his own important matters, single-mindedly busy, completely unaware that Ling An was actually awake.

Every time he softly murmured the name "Ling An," it carried with it his deep and profound affection, as rich as the deep sea.

After Wang Xijie finally finished handling this meticulous task properly, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize with a start that his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

In fact, he had drunk three glasses of strong liquor today and was feeling slightly tipsy.