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

Chapter 100 Murong Qing Moves into the Ninth Prince's Mansion

In the bustling streets, Murong Yi stood tall and imposing, strolling alongside Su Wan'er. Murong Yi's gaze was fixed on Su Wan'er, never leaving her for a moment. His deep eyes were filled with doting affection, as if Su Wan'er was the only person in the world who could catch his eye.

Su Wan'er's face was beaming with a happy smile, as radiant as the blooming flowers of spring. Like a cheerful little bird, she looked around the bustling market, wanting this and liking that, completely relying on Murong Yi's favor towards her, making no attempt to hide her joy and desire.

Meanwhile, the carriage carrying Lin Qianqian and the others had slowly arrived in the capital, not far from the Ninth Prince's residence. Inside the carriage, Murong Qing was filled with sadness and disappointment, while Lin Qianqian gently comforted her beside her.

Xiao Die looked outside listlessly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Murong Yi and Su Wan'er. The two were behaving intimately; Murong Yi's hand seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally resting on Su Wan'er's waist, while Su Wan'er nestled against him like a little bird, occasionally tilting her head back and smiling softly, her eyes filled with longing.

Witnessing this ambiguous and intimate scene, Xiaodie felt a surge of bitterness in her heart. Her nose tingled, and she involuntarily pouted, filled with indignation for her young mistress. She murmured, "The prince is really something. He's only just taken a concubine, and he can't wait to be all lovey-dovey with her here, hugging and cuddling, as if he's afraid others won't see. He completely disregards the young mistress's feelings."

Upon hearing Xiao Die's words, Lin Qianqian raised her eyes and subconsciously lifted the sedan curtain, just in time to see Murong Yi and Su Wan'er's intimate scene. Lin Qianqian's gaze faltered slightly, her lips pursed, and she remained silent, but her heart felt as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and an indescribable unease.

Hearing the commotion, Murong Qing gently raised her head, glancing at the couple outside who were being affectionate as if no one else was around, before turning her gaze to Lin Qianqian's dejected expression. A complex look flashed in her eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, and she fell into deep thought.

The carriage slowly passed by them. A gentle breeze stirred, and as the curtain fluttered in the wind, Murong Yi's gaze inadvertently swept into the carriage. He saw Lin Qianqian with her head slightly lowered, a faint sadness on her face. Murong Yi's brows furrowed instantly, his eyes filled with doubt and contemplation.

His gaze followed the departing carriage intently until it disappeared at the end of the street, and he fell into deep thought. Su Wan'er called him several times before he suddenly snapped out of his reverie. Murong Yi steadied himself and refocused his attention on Su Wan'er, continuing their conversation. Before long, the two prepared to return to their residence.

Meanwhile, Lin Qianqian and her entourage arrived at the Ninth Prince's residence. As soon as the carriage came to a stop, servants rushed to greet them.

Afu bowed respectfully and called out loudly, "Your Highness, you're back!"

The other servants also knelt down and said in unison, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Get up, all of you!" Lin Qianqian's clear and gentle voice rang out, gesturing for them to rise. Then, she turned to face the sedan chair, gracefully extending her hand in a gesture of invitation.

Upon hearing the order, the servants stood up and cast curious glances their way.

The sedan curtains fluttered slightly, and Murong Qing, supported by Xiao Die, slowly appeared. She placed her hand on the one Lin Qianqian offered, and gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

Upon seeing this, everyone's eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Afu's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide like copper bells, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly from extreme shock. He stammered, "Seventh Princess? Uh... Your Highness, this is..." He pointed at Murong Qing and looked at Lin Qianqian to ask.

Murong Qing lowered his head slightly, his shoulders hunched, looking timid and cowardly, his lips tightly closed, not daring to utter a single word.

Lin Qianqian keenly sensed her unease, gently reached out and tightly grasped Murong Qing's hand, continuously transferring her warmth to it.

Then, Lin Qianqian faced everyone and said solemnly, "From today onwards, the Seventh Princess will be staying here. You must treat her with utmost care and not be negligent in the slightest. The princess has had a long and arduous journey, so please prepare some exquisite and delicious food."

After speaking, she turned to gaze at Murong Qing, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, forming a gentle smile. Her eyes were full of deep affection, like the warm spring sun shining directly into Murong Qing's heart, making her eyes well up with tears of emotion.

Lin Qianqian and Xiao Die, one on each side, helped Murong Qing slowly walk into the palace.