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

Chapter 269 This king will give you justice!

Murong Yi gently pulled Su Wan'er into his arms. His gaze was deep and calm as he looked at the leaping flames, as if he were pondering something.

His brows furrowed slightly, his expression was solemn, and he exuded a calm and reassuring aura.

Su Wan'er, in his arms, burst into tears, her voice filled with endless grievance and sorrow: "Your Highness, I have not done anything to wrong anyone. I don't know who wants to harm me and kill me. Why! Why are you doing this to me!" Her shoulders trembled violently, and her hands gripped Murong Yi's clothes tightly.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi slowly lowered her head, looking tenderly at Su Wan'er, who was sobbing uncontrollably in her arms, and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

His movements were gentle and careful, his eyes filled with tenderness and determination, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned as he tried to give her a comforting smile. He said softly, "Wan'er, don't cry. I'm here, and I will definitely seek justice for you!"

The room was quiet, with only Su Wan'er's intermittent sobs.

Murong Yi's expression was solemn. He gently grasped Su Wan'er's hand, his eyes full of concern and inquiry, and asked slowly, "Wan'er, think carefully again. Have any suspicious people appeared around you or come to your place recently?"

Su Wan'er raised her hand and gently wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, sobbing as she shook her head slightly, her voice trembling with tears: "There's no one suspicious, except..." She paused halfway through her sentence, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, as if she had remembered something crucial.

Immediately afterwards, she lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her clothes, adopting a coy posture, and her voice became softer: "Yesterday I went to the Ninth Prince's place to deliver rouge to Miss Xiaodie. I wanted to put it on for her, but the Princess refused, and her expression was strange, as if she was afraid I would get close to Miss Xiaodie." As she spoke, she also secretly glanced at Murong Yi's reaction, her lips slightly pouting, as if she were complaining.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi's face instantly darkened, his previously calm brows furrowing tightly into a deep frown. A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Lin Qianqian? Could it be her? No, impossible! I know her; she would never do such a thing!"

But once the seed of doubt was planted, it quietly took root in his heart, and his gaze became deep and complex, making it difficult for others to fathom the myriad thoughts in his mind at that moment.

Murong Yi gently patted Su Wan'er's shoulder, her gaze resolute, her tone filled with unquestionable trust: "Wan'er, you must have misunderstood. Qianqian is definitely not that kind of person. She is kind-hearted and generous, and would never do such a vicious thing."

As he spoke, Lin Qianqian's gentle face appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Su Wan'er lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

She bit her lower lip tightly, as if she was suppressing her emotions. Her voice was soft and tinged with grievance: "Your Highness, of course I would not doubt my sister. It's just that my sister is too cold to me. She never says much when we meet, which makes me often wonder if I have done something wrong and annoyed her. But I have always respected my sister and have never had any disrespectful thoughts."

As she spoke, she slightly raised her head, her eyes reddening, looking pitiful. Her slender fingers gently tugged at Murong Yi's sleeve, as if seeking comfort.

Seeing Su Wan'er so aggrieved, Murong felt a pang of pity and gently took her hand again, her movements so tender as if she were afraid of hurting her.

He leaned down slightly, gazing tenderly at Su Wan'er, his concern evident in his eyes. He said softly, "Wan'er, don't overthink it, and don't take it to heart. I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give you justice. I will not let you suffer this injustice in vain."

His voice was deep and firm, like a reassuring pill, which calmed Su Wan'er's anxious heart a little.

Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er nestled into Murong Yi's arms, resting her head gently against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

At that moment, she slightly raised her head and looked at Murong Yi's profile. In that instant, a hint of ruthlessness and disdain flashed in her eyes, but in just a moment, she quickly adjusted her emotions, put on a weak and helpless appearance again, and murmured with a sob in her voice, "Your Highness, with you here, Wan'er is at ease."

[Hmph! Lin Qianqian, I won't let you get away with this! Just you wait and see!]