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

Chapter 162 Xue Xiang: "I want him right now!"

Xiaodie's face flushed red, and she stammered, "Uh... um... greetings... Your Highness... and... Princess... I, I'm here to... um, it's dawn, I'm here to help the Princess with her hair and makeup..." Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. Her head was almost touching the ground, and she nervously twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands.

Murong Yi merely gave a cold "Mmm!" twice. Then, he turned to look at Lin Qianqian, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. Hidden within that smile was a barely perceptible hint of smugness and pride, as if declaring his possession to the world. He then threw his head back and laughed heartily, followed by a domineering flick of his sleeves and a swift stride out of the room.

Lin Qianqian's cheeks flushed instantly, feeling both shy and embarrassed. However, she quickly composed herself, pretending to be calm, and slowly got off the bed.

Seeing this, Xiaodie pursed her lips, but couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly walked to Lin Qianqian's side, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and teased softly, "Miss, what's going on?"

Lin Qianqian pretended not to understand and deliberately asked with a stern face, "What 'what situation'? I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Xiaodie pouted and said dismissively, "Oh, stop pretending. You were just hugging, and you still say nothing happened!"

Lin Qianqian was both embarrassed and annoyed. She reached out and gently tapped Xiaodie's head, then put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry and disdainful, saying, "You brat, don't talk nonsense again!"

Xiaodie covered her head, pouting, and let out a "humph." Her eyes darted around, as if she'd remembered something, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She muttered sarcastically, "Oh dear, Miss, don't deny it! What you did to the Prince yesterday when you were drunk…tsk tsk tsk~"

Lin Qianqian was filled with curiosity, but she pretended to be calm, raising an eyebrow slightly and asking in a composed manner, "What! What did I do!"

Xiaodie first covered her mouth and chuckled, her smile as if she were hiding a huge secret and deliberately not saying it.

Seeing her like this, Lin Qianqian frowned anxiously and scolded, "You brat, speak up!"

Xiaodie shook her head helplessly, a triumphant smile on her face, and then told her in detail about how Lin Qianqian had taken the initiative to kiss Murong Yi yesterday.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her face instantly burning hot. She covered her face with her hands and stomped her feet involuntarily, wishing she could dig a hole and disappear on the spot.

Xiao Die quickly stepped forward to comfort her: "Miss, it's alright. You and the Prince are husband and wife, it's normal to do this kind of thing! Don't be shy! Hehe."

Lin Qianqian was both embarrassed and angry, and shouted, "Shut up!" She was utterly helpless, inwardly screaming: [Oh no, oh no, how could I do something like this! So embarrassing! Ugh, how can I face anyone now! I can't believe a 21st-century, lifelong single person like me would do something so incredibly stupid! Ugh~ I really can't drink anymore!]

Meanwhile, Su Wan'er left early and went straight to her usual teahouse. In the private room upstairs, she met with Xue Xiang as usual.

Upon seeing Xue Xiang, Su Wan'er was slightly taken aback and asked with concern, "Miss Xue, what's wrong? You look even worse than you did a few days ago. Could it be...?"

A flash of resentment crossed Xue Xiang's eyes. She slammed her hand on the table, making the teacups tremble. She sneered disdainfully, "Hmph! I'm not reconciled. Su Wan'er, you said yourself that you would help me get the Fourth Prince!"

Su Wan'er nodded calmly, "Yes, I, Su Wan'er, did indeed say that I would definitely help you."

Xue Xiang was agitated and said urgently, "I need it now! You must help me immediately!"

Su Wan'er frowned slightly, hesitating to speak: "You..."

Xue Xiang's gaze was sharp as she demanded, "What, you're unwilling?"

Su Wan'er snorted coldly and turned her head away: "Hmph! No~"

Xue Xiang narrowed her eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, then took out a paper package from her sleeve and handed it to Su Wan'er. Su Wan'er looked puzzled and frowned slightly: "This is..."

Xue Xiang's lips curled into a sinister smile as she whispered, "Add this medicine to the Fourth Prince's medicine, and I guarantee he'll treat you... Hmph!"

"What!" Xue Xiang exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening in astonishment.

Seeing this, Su Wan'er leaned closer to Xue Xiang, lowered her voice, and whispered in her ear. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried a hint of calculation. Xue Xiang frowned at times, then nodded at others, her expression gradually becoming complicated.

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang's already furrowed brows furrowed even more, her face filled with worry, and her eyes were full of doubt. She couldn't help but ask, "Can this really work?"

A smug smile appeared on Su Wan'er's face as she confidently said, "Don't worry! This medicine is incredibly potent. Even the most determined person would be powerless against it once they've been exposed to it!"

Xue Xiang bit her lip. Although she still had doubts, when she thought of her obsession with the Fourth Prince and the pain of not being able to have him for so long, she finally steeled her heart, nodded heavily, and decided to take a gamble.

In the backyard of the Ninth Prince's mansion, Nameless practiced his martial arts with the frenzy of a trapped beast, throwing punches with tremendous force. Each punch carried immense power, striking the sandbag with a dull thud. His face was contorted with rage, his features ferocious, as if he were pouring all his resentment into each punch and kick. Sweat soaked through his clothes, clinging to his back, yet he remained oblivious.

Just then, Huan'er happened to pass by and saw this scene from afar. Her gaze was instantly drawn to Wuming, and her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

The ruthlessness and power emanating from the nameless figure stirred ripples in her heart. She stared blankly, her eyes filled with admiration. However, a wave of inferiority washed over her, and she lowered her head slightly, pursed her lips, and sighed helplessly.

Xiaodie hummed a little tune as she leisurely passed by, and immediately spotted Huan'er standing there in a daze. She took a few steps closer and asked curiously, "Huan'er, what's wrong? What are you looking at all by yourself?" As she spoke, her gaze unconsciously followed Huan'er's direction and glanced at Wuming.

Huan'er shuddered like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, her face instantly flushing red. Her eyes darted around in a panic, and she stammered, "Xiao Die... no, nothing!"

Xiao Die's loud voice immediately attracted Wuming's attention, who was practicing his martial arts. Wuming stopped what he was doing, looked over, and his eyes were full of doubt as he looked them up and down.

Huan'er, startled by Wuming's gaze, lowered her head and, like a frightened fawn, immediately turned and ran away shyly. Xiaodie, taken aback, hurriedly called out, "Hey, what are you doing—"

At this moment, Wuming strode over and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"

Xiaodie shrugged and muttered helplessly, "I don't know either. I just happened to be passing by and saw Huan'er standing here absentmindedly. I don't know what she's doing."

Upon hearing this, Wuming frowned deeply and remained silent, his gaze following Huan'er's departing figure as he fell into deep thought.