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

Chapter 136 Murong Yi: "This king is looking at the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Xiaodie and Wuming arrived at the restaurant early to wait. Xiaodie looked anxious, constantly tiptoeing to look upstairs, muttering, "Why isn't he out yet! Is he still not awake?" Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were full of urgency and anticipation.

Wuming frowned, annoyed by Xiaodie's appearance, and couldn't help but take a step towards the stairs. Xiaodie reacted quickly, grabbing his sleeve, "Hey, hey, what are you doing! Don't disturb them, you'll just make things worse if you go up there!"

Wuming was taken aback by her rapid-fire words. Seeing Xiaodie gripping his hand tightly, he could only glare at the upstairs neighbor, then sat back down in his chair, arms crossed, and snorted heavily before continuing to wait silently.

At this moment, Lin Qianqian and Murong Yi slowly walked out of the house and then leisurely walked down the stairs.

Lin Qianqian's cheeks were flushed with a subtle yet undeniable blush, like the blush of peach blossoms quietly blooming in spring. Murong Yi subconsciously reached out, as if to take her hand, his fingertips about to touch Lin Qianqian's sleeve, when she subtly turned away. Lin Qianqian gave him a reproachful look, her eyes seeming to silently say, "Someone's watching."

Murong Yi was slightly taken aback, her hand paused awkwardly in mid-air for a moment, then slowly withdrew, a hint of loss and confusion flashing across her face.

He coughed lightly, straightened his back, and tried his best to appear nonchalant, following closely behind Lin Qianqian. The two of them walked together step by step to the crowd.

Upon seeing this scene, Wuming was suddenly jolted, stood up abruptly, and stared at them with wide, beaded eyes, filled with shock and suspicion.

Xiaodie, like a child who has discovered something new and interesting, smiled and burst out laughing, her smile full of mischief and anticipation.

Shen Wanqing parted her lips slightly and said in a teasing tone, "Your Highness, did you sleep well last night?"

Murong Yi slightly raised her chin, trying to maintain her composure and conceal the barely suppressed joy in her heart. However, a barely perceptible tremor still lingered in her voice: "It's fine..."

Xiao Die's eyes darted around, and she gracefully moved to Lin Qianqian's side, saying with a grin, "Miss, why is your face so red! It seems you really slept well! Hehe."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's blush deepened, as if the sunset clouds had painted her face. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and gently raised her hand as if to hit Xiaodie, scolding, "You brat!"

For a moment, everyone present was amused by this humorous scene, except for Wuming, whose lips curled into an expression that was hard to judge.

The nameless woman's lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. After a long while, she stammered, "Your Highness, are you... alright?" Although the words came out, her eyes were unfocused, and her heart had already wandered off somewhere else. Yet, her concern was like a gentle stream, flowing endlessly.

Murong Yi keenly caught the nameless man's wandering gaze. A complex and unfathomable emotion flashed across her deep eyes, like a ripple on the surface of a deep pool. Then, she fixed her gaze firmly on Lin Qianqian.

Lin Qianqian seemed to sense Wuming's worry, tilted her head slightly, and gave him a reassuring smile. Her voice was as soft and melodious as a nightingale's song: "I'm fine~ Don't worry!" That smile was like the warm spring sun, able to dispel all gloom.

However, Wuming's brows remained tightly furrowed, like an insurmountable chasm, and his face was filled with sorrow, as if thick ink was spreading freely.

He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and was about to pour out the feelings that had been building up in his heart for so long. Just then, Murong Yi reached out without warning and firmly took Lin Qianqian's slender waist in her arms.

This sudden action was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples everywhere. Everyone stood there dumbfounded, mouths slightly agape, their faces filled with astonishment and surprise. Wuming, in particular, seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the two tightly clasped hands, his mind going completely blank.

Lin Qianqian noticed the unusual movement of the person next to her, glanced sideways, and saw that it was Murong Yi's intimate behavior. She couldn't help but scold him in a low voice: "What are you doing..." Although there was a bit of helplessness in her words, she couldn't hide a hint of shyness and sweetness.

After a short while, Lin Qianqian smiled slightly and said softly, "It's getting late, Brother Du, Miss Shen, we should go back too!" After saying that, she gestured to Murong Yi beside her and also glanced at Xiao Die and Wuming.

Before leaving, Murong Yi walked gracefully to Du Hai's side. His expression was like a deep, unfathomable pool, revealing a profound and enigmatic meaning.

Seeing this, Du Hai's eyes revealed a mixture of emotions, but he dared not speak. He quickly bowed and asked, "Your Highness, is there something you need?"

Murong Yi tilted his head slightly, his eyes seemingly swirling with complex thoughts. He then sighed deeply, the sigh seeming to pierce through layers of mist. He slowly said, "Yesterday I got drunk and behaved inappropriately, making a mess of your shop and affecting your business. I feel truly guilty. Consider this silver as compensation. Take a look and see if it's enough to make up for your losses."

As he spoke, he took out a heavy ingot of silver weighing a thousand taels from his sleeve. The silver shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, showcasing the wealth and grandeur of the Prince's mansion.

Du Hai's eyes widened instantly, his expression shifting from astonishment to fear and gratitude. He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling slightly with emotion: "Uh... that's enough! Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you for your great kindness!"

On the way back to the manor, Lin Qianqian and Murong Yi walked side by side in front, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding. Xiao Die and Wuming followed behind at a leisurely pace.

Murong Yi's gaze was drawn to Lin Qianqian as if by a magnet, never leaving her for a moment.

Lin Qianqian seemed to be focused on what was in front of her, trying her best to maintain a relaxed and leisurely appearance, but the occasional sidelong glances she gave towards Murong Yi betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

When she realized that Murong Yi was staring at her intently, she pouted helplessly and said in a low voice, "Why are you staring at me like that! Is there something on my face?!"

Murong Yi's lips curled up into a carefree, mocking smile, yet the smile was filled with undisguised doting affection: "So beautiful! I am looking at the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Such direct praise made Lin Qianqian's cheeks flush. She pretended to roll her eyes, feigning discomfort, and then deliberately strode forward, as if trying to escape the embarrassing atmosphere. However, the slight upturn of her lips and the unintentional smile betrayed her inner joy.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Murong Yi shook his head indulgently and strode after her without hesitation.

Watching this scene unfold, Xiaodie behind her laughed as clearly as silver bells, never stopping the whole way, nodding in satisfaction from time to time, as if she were genuinely happy for her young mistress's happiness.

Wuming silently followed beside him, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he just pursed his lips tightly, burying the unspoken feelings deep in his heart.