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

Chapter 127 The Festival of Prayer for Skill: On the Banks of the Luo River in the Suburbs of Beijin

Meanwhile, in Lin Qianqian's room—

The nameless man frowned, his face contorted in pain, and cried out, "Ah! Be gentle!"

Xiaodie raised her eyebrows slightly, but her hands didn't stop moving. She said relentlessly, "Please, I was already very gentle. Who told you to be so careless? You broke it all and still had to pick it up, you idiot!"

The nameless man's eyes widened, filled with grievance and dissatisfaction: "Hey, hey, hey, you're so heartless! I'm injured! Not only do you not care, but you also scold me!"

Xiaodie pursed her lips helplessly, shook her head slightly, and seemingly unintentionally but naturally pressed a cotton swab dipped in ointment heavily onto his wound. Wuming's face contorted in pain instantly, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Ah! Xiaodie, you did that on purpose!"

Xiaodie crossed her arms and said angrily, "Hey, hey, hey, I was just trying to help you apply the medicine, and you're pointing fingers at me. Fine, do it yourself."

Nameless's chest heaved violently with anger. He snatched the ointment from Xiaodie's hand and muttered as he applied it to himself, "You're so fierce~ Be careful no one will want you!"

Xiaodie's eyes widened, she stepped forward, and loudly questioned, "You! What did you say!"

Just as Wuming and Xiaodie were locked in a stalemate, Lin Qianqian hurriedly returned. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with confusion and doubt. She asked, "What are you two arguing about!" Before she could finish speaking, her gaze fell upon the shocking wound on Wuming's hand. She was immediately horrified, her face turning deathly pale. She rushed forward anxiously, asking, "You, what happened to your hand? How could this happen?!" Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes filled with worry as she scanned Wuming and Xiaodie's faces.

Wuming forced a smile and replied, "Your Highness, it's nothing, just an accident."

Lin Qianqian was extremely anxious and scolded, "You're already like this, and you still say you're fine!" After saying that, she gently bent down, parted her cherry lips slightly, and gently blew on the wound, as if she were the one who was injured.

Xiaodie explained pitifully, "Miss, it's like this: after the prince threw away the pen holder, it broke on the ground. He picked it up, saying he wanted to fix it, but he accidentally pricked himself and bled a lot. So I helped him apply medicine, but he complained that I was too rough! Humph! He took my kindness for granted!"

Upon hearing this, Wuming's lips twitched slightly, but he was speechless and could only protest with silence.

Lin Qianqian gently picked up the ointment from Wuming's hand, brought it close to her nose, and smelled it. Instantly, a helpless expression appeared on her face. She turned to Xiaodie and said earnestly, "Xiaodie, this is for promoting blood circulation! Applying it like this will only worsen the wound!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaodie's eyes widened and her mouth formed an "O" shape as she exclaimed, "Ah?! Blood-activating medicine! I saw Miss using it on the table when she was injured, so I didn't think much of it and took it!" She scratched her head and smiled awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, Wuming felt his blood rush to his head, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly clutched his chest, his face filled with a mixture of fear and regret.

Lin Qianqian shook her head helplessly, not blaming her further. Instead, she reached out and gently stroked Xiaodie's head, her eyes full of doting and tolerance. Then, she quickly went to the inner room and soon returned with the wound medicine.

Lin Qianqian returned to Wuming's side and carefully took his hand, her movements gentle. She first gently wiped the blood around the wound with a clean cotton cloth, her eyes focused and serious. Then, she used a small spoon to scoop up a little wound medicine and applied it evenly to the wound. Every movement was delicate and soothing, and Wuming felt a cool sensation on the wound, and the pain seemed to lessen a bit.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Qianqian, and looking at her gentle profile, his heart was filled with ripples. A warmth he had never felt before flowed slowly through his heart like a gentle stream, spreading outwards.

After applying the medicine, Lin Qianqian raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness, and said softly, "The wound has been properly treated. Don't get it wet for the next few days, and don't move around too much, so as not to cause the injury to relapse."

Looking at Lin Qianqian, Wuming's eyes were full of gratitude and obedience. He quickly said, "Yes, thank you for your kind care, Your Highness. I will remember this great kindness. I will follow Your Highness's instructions carefully and will not dare to be negligent in the slightest." After speaking, he bowed slightly to show his respect. Although his movements were slightly slow due to his wounds, they still revealed his sincerity.

Xiaodie pursed her lips slightly, her brows furrowed, and her eyes flickered with doubt and worry. She asked softly, "Miss, where did you go just now? I haven't seen you anywhere."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's thoughts were instantly pulled back to the scene from not long ago. Murong Yi's kiss seemed to still linger on her lips. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her lips, a complex expression in her eyes.

Seeing that she hadn't responded for a long time, Xiaodie's confusion grew stronger, and she raised her voice, calling out, "Miss! Miss!"

Lin Qianqian suddenly came to her senses, her gaze unconsciously darting away. She shook her head slightly and said, "I didn't go anywhere!" To hide her inner panic, she forced a bright smile and scratched her head.

Suddenly, Lin Qianqian's eyes lit up, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea. She excitedly shouted, "That's right! Today is the Qixi Festival. I heard that we can release lanterns along the Luoshui River in the outskirts of Beijing. Let's go and see tonight!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaodie's eyes immediately lit up with excitement. She clapped her hands and laughed, "Wow, that's wonderful, Miss! Releasing lanterns must be so much fun!" Her face was filled with innocent joy, as if she could already see the dazzling and magnificent lantern display along the Luo River. Her previous doubts were completely forgotten.

Upon hearing this, Wuming raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. He then nodded and said, "Your Highness's suggestion is excellent. The Qixi Festival on the banks of the Luo River must be incredibly lively. We should go and join in the fun and share in the festive cheer." His tone was filled with anticipation, and a faint smile played on his lips, as if he too was infected by the joyful atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Murong Yi dragged his slightly heavy steps back to Su Wan'er's room, only to feel an indescribable feeling of stuffiness wash over him like a tide, his chest heaving rapidly, and his breathing becoming rapid and disordered.

Su Wan'er was happily immersed in the dazzling world of jewelry when she caught a glimpse of Murong Yi's return out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes lit up, and she took light steps to excitedly greet him.

But when she saw Murong Yi's face clearly, she couldn't help but frown slightly. She quickly reached out to support him, her voice as soft as silk: "Your Highness, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

Murong Yi gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the surging heat within him, and tried his best to maintain a calm expression. He gently shook his head and replied in a low voice, "Wan'er, I'm fine."

Su Wan'er, seemingly oblivious to his odd behavior, said expectantly, "Your Highness, how about accompanying me to release lanterns tonight?"

Murong Yi was in a state of confusion and had no interest in the matter of releasing lanterns. However, he couldn't bear to refuse directly and upset Su Wan'er, so he could only politely decline: "Wan'er, I'm feeling a little unwell today and would like to rest early. How about we keep you company another day?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Su Wan'er's eyes. Her brows furrowed tightly, and her pink lips pouted in grievance. She said in a tearful voice, "Does Your Highness not want to go with me anymore? Does Your Highness find me tiresome?"

Seeing this, Murong felt a pang of guilt. He raised his hand and gently stroked Su Wan'er's hair, his voice carrying a hint of coaxing: "Wan'er, don't think such things. My feelings for you have never changed. How could I think such a thing! Alright, I'll go with you."

Hearing his comforting words, Su Wan'er was secretly delighted, and the gloom on her face gradually disappeared. She turned slightly and nestled into Murong Yi's arms like a little bird.

Murong Yi took the opportunity to embrace her, but his gaze went past Su Wan'er's head, his eyes were empty and absent-minded, his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.