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

Chapter 253 "There will never be another Fourth Prince in this world. From now on, my name is D

The bright red handprint was clearly imprinted on Murong Che's cheek, but his expression did not change much. He only frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

A moment later, he slowly raised his head, facing Xue Xiang, his eyes cold and empty, as if a heartless machine was staring at her.

Xue Xiang's heart skipped a beat at that gaze. She stared dumbfounded at Murong Che before her, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Your Highness, you..."

Murong Che's voice was like a cold wind in the night, devoid of any warmth: "Consider this slap my compensation to you. From now on, there will be no further connection between us."

After saying that, he resolutely turned around, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and stood quietly in front of the Buddha statue, his posture devout, as if he were praying for blessings.

Xue Xiang's anger and resentment were extinguished the moment she heard Murong Che's words, like a flame being doused with cold water.

The turbulent emotions that had filled her eyes were gone, replaced by a chilling despair. Her body swayed uncontrollably, as if she had lost her support, and she collapsed, frozen in place, as if her soul had been ripped away.

Murong Han watched Murong Che's retreating figure, his heart filled with doubt and helplessness. He stepped forward, his tone tinged with urgency and reproach: "Fourth Brother, didn't you promise me that you wouldn't hold grudges anymore? Why do you want to become a monk? What will happen to Xiang'er now that you're gone?"

Murong Che remained with his eyes closed, motionless like a statue, ignoring Murong Han's words.

However, his heart was not as calm as it appeared; a mix of emotions surged within him like a turbulent tide.

The abbot stepped forward with light steps and a concerned expression, softly calling out, "Your Highness..."

Murong Che slowly turned his head, his gaze as cold as frost, and glanced at the abbot. The implication in his eyes seemed to be to stop the abbot from continuing.

The abbot paused slightly, a helpless expression on his face, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

Xue Xiang's face was ashen, her eyes filled with despair. She stared coldly at Murong Che and said, word by word, "Are you really that heartless!"

Murong Che seemed not to hear, maintaining his clasped hands posture, remaining silent, and exuding an aura that kept people at a distance.

Murong Han looked at Xue Xiang with heartache, his eyes filled with tears, and softly called out, "Xiang'er..."

Xue Xiang raised her hand to interrupt him, her voice filled with endless exhaustion: "Cousin, I'm tired, let's go!"

Having said that, she forced herself to turn around slowly and walked step by step towards the outside of the hall.

Her steps were heavy and slow, each step feeling like she was stepping on her broken heart, her figure appearing so lonely and desolate. Her back was slightly hunched, as if crushed by an invisible burden, each step requiring immense effort.

As Murong Han watched Xue Xiang's figure gradually disappear into the distance, an indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart, his eyes filled with struggle and helplessness.

He glanced at Murong Che's retreating figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. In the end, he sighed helplessly, turned around and respectfully bowed to the abbot, then quickly chased after Xue Xiang, leaving Murong Che standing silently in front of the Buddha statue.

Murong Che remained standing quietly before the Buddha statue, his face serene, like a silent statue.

Yet, a barely perceptible dimness flickered in those slightly lowered eyes, as if carrying endless loneliness and solitude.

His lips were slightly pursed, with a hint of bitterness, as if he were reminiscing about the moments he shared with Xu Wanwan.

At this moment, his heart was empty. The love he once cherished had shattered like a mirage. He had lost the one he loved most, as if he had lost the most brilliant light in his life.

However, he suppressed the surging pain in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, as if trying to shut out those painful memories.

He told himself that it was all over and he didn't want to think about these worldly troubles anymore.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze growing increasingly cold and resolute, revealing a detached detachment from worldly affairs. Past loves and hates had all vanished like fleeting clouds in his eyes, no longer worth clinging to.

He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and immersed himself in his devotion to Buddha, trying to find inner peace in the tranquility of the Buddhist temple and slowly soothe the pain of the past.

His back was straight, yet a hint of loneliness lingered in it. He knew that from this moment on, he would sever all emotional ties, dedicate himself to Buddhism, and renounce worldly affairs.

The abbot turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Murong Che, his eyes filled with emotion and regret. He sighed softly and said slowly, "Alas, what is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it? Your Highness, this word 'love' is the most hurtful."

After a pause, the abbot continued, "Now that Your Highness has entered this Buddhist gate, you must sever all worldly desires. Although this Buddhist gate can provide refuge, once you enter, it will be difficult to turn back. Everything in the past will be like fleeting clouds. Your Highness should think carefully."

Murong Che slightly raised his head, his eyes firm and resolute, looking directly into the abbot's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Master, there is no need to say more. Murong Che is dead, and there is no more Fourth Prince in this world. From now on, I have severed all ties with the past."

He closed his eyes slightly, as if sensing the tranquility of Buddhism. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his tone calm yet revealing an undeniable firmness: "From now on, my name is Duchen. I have crossed over this mortal world, and I hope to find inner peace in this pure Buddhist land and save all sentient beings."

The abbot looked at Murong Che, whose eyes were resolute, nodded slightly, and showed a look of relief on his face. He put his hands together and said, "In that case, I hope that Benefactor Duchen can achieve enlightenment in this Buddhist sect."