The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

After carefully disguising himself, and with his mother's skillful cover, Ling An finally managed to slip out of the mansion through the somewhat secluded back door without any major incident.

At this moment, the sun in the sky has already begun to set in the west, and it is well past Shenshi (around 4 pm).

In order to reach his destination as quickly as possible and avoid making mistakes, Ling An, disguised as a man, dared not slack off in the slightest and had to quicken his pace as fast as he could.

Because she got up late, she wasted a lot of time, and perhaps Miss Xiyue had already left Baicaotang.

If that's the case, then when she gets home later, she'll have to quickly write her an apology letter!

Ling An gritted his teeth and spent a full incense stick's time before finally arriving at the entrance of Baicaotang, panting and drenched in sweat.

Without taking a moment's rest, she frantically wiped the sweat streaming down her forehead and anxiously asked the waiter standing at the door, "Waiter, could you please ask if a Miss Wang has visited your shop today?"

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Wang Xiyue frowned, lost in deep worry. Time passed quickly, and she racked her brains but couldn't come up with a better solution.

In the end, she sighed helplessly, realizing that there was no other way but to tell her parents.

By this time, the group had been waiting for more than an hour, and each of them showed signs of fatigue.

Even the usually lively and active Zhuzhu couldn't resist the drowsiness at this moment and fell into a deep sleep on the tea table.

Wang Xiyue's gaze slowly swept over Dongfang Yu, finally settling on her eldest brother. She saw that his face was solemn, and his eyes revealed deep anxiety and unease.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but ask, "Brother, so much time has passed, why hasn't Sister An arrived yet? Are you really sure she explicitly agreed to marry you last night?"

Her words carried a hint of doubt, after all, the current situation made it hard to believe her brother's one-sided account.

Upon hearing his sister's question, Wang Xijie's already somewhat uneasy feelings were instantly amplified.

At first, he was full of confidence, firmly believing that An'an would arrive as promised. However, as time went by, and half a day had passed, An'an was still nowhere to be seen.

Wang Xijie started to have wild thoughts, and various possibilities kept popping into his mind.

Perhaps I hurt An'an yesterday without thinking; or perhaps An'an doesn't actually like me at all, and is only willing to submit to me to repay the life-saving grace I owe her?

Thinking of this, Wang Xijie's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

The more he pondered, the more he felt that everything that happened last night was too sudden and unexpected. In the past, An'an always rejected his advances without hesitation, so why was she so proactive and enthusiastic last night?

Was all of this just a dream, or a ridiculous fantasy born from my drunkenness?

When Wang Xijie thought about these things, he felt a sudden chill, as if countless icy gusts of air were drilling into his body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He denied it almost frantically: "Impossible. An'an gave herself to me completely last night."

"She couldn't possibly be lying to me. She must like me. She must love me."

“She already promised to marry me, how could she go back on her word?”

"She must be feeling unwell to be unable to come. I need to go to her house right away and find out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dashed out the door like a gust of wind.

Before Wang Xiyue could react, her brother's men had already vanished without a trace.

She was not only frightened by her brother's somewhat crazy appearance, but also gasped in shock at the content of his words.

She couldn't help but look at the young man, her eyes asking if she had misheard. "You mean, last night, he took Ling An's virginity! Is that true?"

Dongfang Yu nodded affirmatively.

Then, with a solemn expression, he gave an order to a corner of the room.

"Shadow, quickly send someone to secretly follow him, and remember not to cause any trouble."

Wang Xiyue initially thought that Shadow wasn't here, but when she heard the young man beside her give the order, she realized that Shadow was always hiding in the shadows, protecting him at all times, and ready to obey his commands at any time.

After confirming his guess, Dongfang Yu couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face.

He noticed very early this morning that Wang Xijie's condition was extremely abnormal.

Wang Xijie's face alternated between embarrassment and excitement; he sometimes appeared extremely timid, and other times seemed absent-minded; moreover, he occasionally revealed a hint of shame.

What's even more surprising is that his emotions fluctuate greatly. Sometimes he frowns as if he has encountered a huge problem; sometimes he is restless and can't sit still; and sometimes he is full of confidence, as if everything is under his control.

This appearance was completely different from his usual arrogant and carefree demeanor.

What could have caused such a dramatic change in him? There must be some major, unknown secret that has happened to him.

After all, Dongfang Yu was all too familiar with this state.

I still remember that day when Xiyue took the initiative to throw herself into his arms and even kissed him before returning to the Prime Minister's residence on her own.

From that time until their reunion, during the intervening period, he himself remained immersed in a terrifying state where reality and fantasy intertwined and pulled at each other, making it impossible to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by Li Er's respectful voice from outside.

"Miss Wang, I have brought the person you requested to meet."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiyue quickly replied, "Please come in!"

At the same time, the door creaked open by Mo Yun, and Wang Xiyue quickly got up to greet her, "Sister An, you...?"

Oh, so he was disguised. No wonder he was dressed as a man; she almost didn't recognize him.

"Li Er, thank you for your hard work!"

"Brother, thank you for leading the way!"

After Li Er finished his greetings, he quickly left the room.

Wang Xiyue tilted her head and looked at Dongfang Yu, her eyes full of pleading, "Could you go and check on my brother for me?"

Dongfang Yu smiled indulgently and nodded in agreement, "Okay!"

The tone shifted abruptly, "Mo Yun, come in and take Zhu Zhu away!"

Ling An took the handkerchief handed to him by Miss Xi Yue, wiping the sweat from his forehead while glancing around the room out of the corner of his eye. He didn't see Young Master Xi Jie, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but also secretly relieved.

The only man in the room was one of the guards that Young Master Xijie had brought yesterday.

She remembered this person. When he protected Xiyue yesterday, his speed was unbelievable. It was obvious that he was an expert.

Perhaps because of her unique situation, she is particularly attentive to other people's unintentional little actions.

She always felt that this guard had a very strong and domineering possessiveness towards Miss Xiyue. Although he hid it very well, it was as if that kind of energy was engraved in his bones.

Moreover, the pressure he exerted on her was no less than that of Lord Ling. His aura was just like that of someone who had long held a high position, not at all like that of a servant.

His relationship with Miss Xiyue was also quite peculiar, seemingly intricately connected.

After Mo Yun left with Zhu Zhu in his arms, Wang Xiyue closed the door behind her.

"Sister An, I know a little about medicine. You seemed a bit listless and your face was a little pale. Would you like to stretch out your hand so I can take your pulse?"

Ling An quickly shook her head, "No...no need, I'm fine. I just left a little late and was in a hurry, so I sweated a bit. I'll be fine after a rest!"

Wang Xiyue didn't press the matter. "Sister An, sit down and have some water to calm down!"

Ling An breathed a sigh of relief and sat properly in the chair opposite Miss Xi Yue. He then picked up his teacup, preparing to take a sip of tea to calm his slightly disappointed and nervous mood.

"Sister An, did your brother bully you last night? Is that why you're not feeling well?"

Upon hearing this, Ling An spat out the tea she had just swallowed. She choked and coughed incessantly, feeling both frightened by her bluntness and deeply ashamed. Her face was burning.

This girl speaks so bluntly?

She came today to meet her, and if possible, to befriend her, and then earnestly request her to introduce her to acquaintances at Guozhao Temple or Yue Nian Nunnery.

In this way, she would feel more at ease going there in the future, after all, Miss Xiyue had indeed been cultivating there for six years.

Ling An wanted to argue, but some things become more difficult to control the more they are concealed, so she simply admitted, "How...how did you know?"

Wang Xiyue looked at Ling An's flushed face with a mischievous grin and continued to ask.

"Sister An did it voluntarily, right?"

"You like my brother, don't you?"

"You're willing to marry him, aren't you?"

Faced with these three questions, Ling An nodded slightly, seemingly affirming her true feelings, but then shook her head, as if fighting against fate.

"I'm willing, and I love him, but I can't marry him."

Ling An's voice was filled with endless sorrow, as if those words had echoed in her heart countless times.

Her eyes revealed a deep sense of powerlessness, as if she were bound by an invisible force, unable to break free.

She knew her feelings for him were real, but reality was so cruel that she couldn't have what she wanted.

She couldn't help but recall the wonderful times she had spent with him, those sweet memories that had now become an indelible pain in her heart.

Ling An gazed silently into the distance, a deep sense of melancholy welling up within her. She knew that this feeling could only be buried deep in her heart, becoming an eternal regret in her life.

Wang Xiyue raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"If you like him, why don't you marry him?"

Ling An felt only helplessness and bitterness. "If I didn't have the surname Ling, I would be willing to be a wife, a concubine, or a maid."

“But I was born into the Ling family, while you were born into the Prime Minister’s family. This is an insurmountable chasm.”

"I don't want to harm the prime minister who is dedicated to the country and its people because of my own insignificance."

Wang Xiyue pointed out incisively, "You're overthinking it. My father is the prime minister of a country, and you alone cannot shake his authority."

"Because our two prefectures are clearly separated, my brother got stuck in a dead end and couldn't get out for five years."

"Sister An, life is a journey. When happiness comes, if you don't seize it in time, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life."

"So, all I want to know now is what you think?"

"Are you really unwilling to marry my brother?"

Ling An felt a pang of pain and hurriedly denied it loudly, "Of course I'm willing! It's just... I..." No.

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Xijie burst through the door and hugged her tightly.