After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 300 Preparing to Return Home

Chapter 300 Preparing to Return Home

Lin Qianqian stood quietly in place, her gaze fixed on the direction Xiao Yichen had left, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Although Xiao Yichen's figure had long since disappeared among the rolling mountains and hidden deep in the lush forest, her gaze remained fixed in that direction, as if drawn by invisible threads, unable to look away.

A gentle breeze caressed her hair, but she was oblivious. A bright and gentle smile slowly rose on her lips, and her thoughts drifted back to the moments she had shared with Xiao Yichen.

Murong Yi, looking displeased, slowly walked to her side. She first pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Everyone's gone, why are you still watching?" Her tone was drawn out, full of jealousy.

Lin Qianqian noticed his displeasure, glanced at him lightly, shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were full of doting affection.

She deliberately cleared her throat and said in a haughty tone, "Oh my, a man as gentle, handsome, and considerate as Brother Xiao is simply the ideal type! Tsk tsk tsk~ Xiao Die, don't you think so?" As she spoke, she looked at Xiao Die with great interest, her eyes gleaming with mischievousness.

Upon hearing this, Xiaodie's face flushed. She smiled awkwardly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. She simply nodded slightly, not daring to say another word, for fear of accidentally angering the jealous Murong Yi.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi flew into a rage, her face turning bright red, and shouted, "Lin Qianqian!" Her voice shook the surrounding air.

Lin Qianqian pretended to be innocent, widened her eyes, and asked, "What?! What did I say wrong?" She even rolled her eyes and muttered to herself.

Murong Yi was so angry at her appearance that she was speechless for a moment. Her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't say a word.

He glared fiercely at Lin Qianqian, his chest heaving violently, then suddenly flicked his long sleeves, turned around, and strode towards the carriage.

Xiao Die looked worried and quickly walked to Lin Qianqian's side. She frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Miss, the Prince seems to be angry." Her eyes were full of worry, and she kept glancing in the direction where Murong Yi had left.

Wuming stepped forward and earnestly advised, "Your Highness, why don't you hurry and catch up? The Prince seems quite angry this time." He bowed slightly, his tone tinged with anxiety.

Lin Qianqian glanced at the loving couple beside her, then looked up at Murong Yi in the carriage.

Murong Yi was looking at her with a resentful expression. When she looked back, he angrily flicked his sleeves, turned around, and got into the carriage.

Lin Qianqian sighed helplessly, shook her head slightly, pouted, rolled her eyes again, and thought to herself, "What a childish temper." Then, she put her hands on her hips and strode towards the carriage.

Wuming and Xiaodie looked at each other, a hint of suppressed laughter flashing in their eyes. Then, they smiled at each other and tacitly walked hand in hand to a horse.

The nameless man deftly mounted his horse, his movements agile and nimble. He then extended his broad, kind hand to Xiaodie, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern: "Come on, let me help you up."

Xiaodie blushed and shyly placed her hand in Wuming's palm. Wuming exerted a little force in his arm, and before Xiaodie could even scream in fear, she was steadily pulled onto the horse, pressed against Wuming's warm chest.

Xiaodie's heart pounded like a drum. She lowered her head shyly, pursed her lips gently, and her cheeks seemed to be flushed with the rosy clouds of the sky.

At this moment, Lin Qianqian had also stepped into the carriage and sat down next to Murong Yi. Murong Yi turned her head away, still sulking, refusing to look at her.

Lin Qianqian gently poked his shoulder, trying to cheer him up, but Murong Yi deliberately dodged and even let out a soft hum.

Lin Qianqian smiled helplessly...

With a shout from the coachman, the carriage slowly started moving, and Wuming and Xiaodie followed closely behind on horseback.

The group marched towards the Prince's mansion, the clatter of hooves raising a cloud of dust. Sunlight shone on them, creating a unique scene.