coobybook Chapter 249 Murong Han comforts Xue Xiang: "I will talk to him properly, don't cry."
Chapter 249 Murong Han comforts Xue Xiang: "I will talk to him properly, don't cry."
Murong Che stormed out of the Fourth Prince's residence, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay. He ignored everyone and left without paying any attention to anyone.
Murong Han happened to be nearby and caught a glimpse of this scene. He was about to call out to him, but Murong Che's figure disappeared from sight in an instant. He frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubt, his gaze still fixed on the direction Murong Che had left, deep in thought, as if pondering what had happened to make Murong Che so angry.
Just then, a shrill and desperate cry pierced the silence from within the Fourth Prince's residence. Murong Han shuddered, his face turning deathly pale. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself, "That voice... it sounds so much like Xiang'er's." His eyes instantly filled with anxiety and unease. Without a second thought, he hurried towards the Fourth Prince's residence, eager to find out the reason behind the cry.
Murong Han was extremely anxious and rushed over. As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw Xue Xiang slumped on the ground, her hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face, crying her heart out, radiating endless despair.
The servants beside her looked anxious and kept trying to comfort her in a low voice, but to no avail.
Upon seeing this, Murong Han's heart clenched. He rushed to Xue Xiang's side, knelt down, and grasped her shoulders with both hands. His face was full of concern and worry as he anxiously asked, "What happened? Xiang'er, what's wrong? How could you be like this?"
When Xue Xiang looked up and saw Murong Han, her eyes seemed to grasp at a lifeline. She cried even more bitterly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Cousin, he... he wants to sever ties with me and says he never wants to see me again!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her body went limp, and she threw herself into Murong Han's arms, as if seeking her last refuge.
"What!!!" Upon hearing this, Murong Han's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief. The temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees, and his aura became icy. He was clearly shocked to the extreme by this news.
Murong Han frowned, gripping Xue Xiang's arm tightly with both hands. His eyes were filled with anxiety as he said urgently, "Xiang'er, what exactly happened? Tell me quickly!"
Xue Xiang raised her eyes and said to the servants beside her in a tearful voice, "You may all leave now!" After everyone had left, she slowly got up, walked to the door, and gently closed it.
Now only she and Murong Han were left in the room. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her eyes reddened, and she began to cry pitifully.
“Cousin, the Fourth Prince already knows that I killed Xu Wanwan!” Xue Xiang said, wiping away tears with her hand, her voice choked with sobs.
"Huh?! You mean, he knows you drugged her?!" Murong Han's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly with shock.
Xue Xiang nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face again: "Yes, yes, from beginning to end, Xu Wanwan was the only one in his heart. To him, Xu Wanwan was the most precious treasure in his heart, the light in his life. But to me, she was just someone he could discard at will, a burden he found tiresome."
Upon hearing this, Murong Han was not angry at all; instead, he was filled with shock and admiration. He tilted his head slightly, a complex light flickering in his eyes, and thought to himself: [I never imagined he harbored such deep feelings for Wanwan. I originally thought his feelings for her were just ordinary marital affection, but…]
Seeing Murong Han remain silent with hesitation in his eyes, Xue Xiang couldn't help but feel puzzled. She subconsciously tightened her grip on Murong Han's hand, tilted her head slightly, pouted her lower lip, and said in a coquettish tone, "Cousin, you've always loved me the most. You wouldn't just stand by and watch me be sad. Could you help me and persuade the Prince?"
Her voice was choked with sobs, her tone trembling slightly at the end, and her eyes were full of expectation, as if Murong Han was her only hope at this moment.
Murong Han lowered his gaze to her, his eyes filled with doting affection, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible inner turmoil. He pondered for a moment, then finally sighed softly, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek. His voice was soft yet reassuring: "I will persuade him properly, don't cry!"
Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang's eyes lit up instantly, the gloom on her face vanished, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips as she excitedly exclaimed, "Thank you, cousin! You're the best!"
As she spoke, she nestled happily in Murong Han's arms like a kitten, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, as if she had found the warmest haven.
Murong Han gently embraced her, a cryptic expression on his face. His expression held tenderness for Xue Xiang, worry about the complex situation they were about to face, and also concealed thoughts he himself couldn't articulate. He narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing into the distance, as if pondering his next move.