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

Chapter 270 Murong Yi notices something amiss

Lin Qianqian sat on the edge of the bed, the warm yellow candlelight flickering gently, illuminating her tender face.

She was carefully tucking Xiao Huaijin in, her movements as gentle as if she were handling the most precious treasure in the world.

The child's rosy cheeks were slightly pouting in his sleep, and his even breathing made Lin Qianqian's eyes soften even more, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, full of maternal love and doting.

After a while, she got up quietly, her footsteps very soft, for fear of disturbing the sleeping child.

Reaching the doorway, she frowned slightly, her gaze unconsciously sweeping around as if searching for something. She murmured softly to herself, "Why hasn't the Prince returned to sleep yet tonight?" Her words were filled with worry and confusion.

Just then, the servant Afu rushed over and whispered, "Your Highness, the Prince is staying at Consort Su's place tonight."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible look of shock flashed across Lin Qianqian's eyes, followed by a faint hint of disappointment. However, she quickly regained her composure, letting out a soft sigh, her expression radiating magnanimity and serenity.

She said softly, "I understand, you may leave." There was no hint of complaint or anger, but her slightly downturned eyes still betrayed a trace of unspeakable loneliness in her heart.

Just as Lin Qianqian was about to close the door and rest, she looked up and saw that Murong Yi was already standing in front of her.

In an instant, surprise lit up her eyes, as if a thousand stars were twinkling in them. Her slightly downturned lips lifted high, revealing an extremely radiant smile.

"Your Highness~" Her voice was full of undisguised joy, delicate yet tinged with excitement.

Before she finished speaking, she rushed into Murong Yi's arms like a fledgling returning to its nest, hugging him tightly and burying her head in his chest, as if she wanted to pour out all the longing she had felt over the past few days in this moment.

But Murong Yi stood motionless like a cold iceberg, only a large hand gently stroking her back with a slightly stiff motion.

Lin Qianqian noticed his unusual behavior but didn't pay much attention, assuming he was just too tired.

She looked up, her eyes full of tenderness and concern, and took Murong Yi's hand, saying coquettishly, "Your Highness, come inside and rest."

After saying that, he pulled Murong Yi into the house. The candlelight inside flickered, casting their shadows. One of them was as passionate as fire, while the other was as cold as ice.

Lin Qianqian looked up, a gentle smile on her face, but a hint of loneliness flashed in her eyes. She asked softly, "Didn't Your Highness... sleep at Wan'er's place? Why are you back?"

A slight upturn of her lips attempted to conceal her disappointment, but her eyes were filled with anticipation for an answer.

Murong Yi stared at her, looking somewhat dazed, as if pondering how to begin.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Wan'er isn't feeling well, and I was worried about her, so I came to see you. I was planning to go back after I've seen you." His gaze lingered on Lin Qianqian's face, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, but she quickly regained her gentle smile and said magnanimously, "Your Highness, Wan'er is not feeling well, it's only right that you spend more time with her. We are both your wives, so you should naturally treat us equally and not neglect her. Everything is fine here, you don't need to worry about me, go back and be with her." As she spoke, she gently nudged Murong Yi, signaling him to leave quickly.

Looking at the gentle and kind Lin Qianqian, Murong Yi recalled Su Wan'er's tearful complaint about Lin Qianqian's coldness towards her, and couldn't help but fall into deep confusion.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion, as he looked at Lin Qianqian, hesitant to speak.

He couldn't understand which of the two women's completely different accounts of each other was the real one.

Murong Yi looked at Lin Qianqian, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a doting smile, his eyes full of tenderness and affection, and then gently embraced her in his arms, a hug full of longing and reluctance.

Lin Qianqian leaned against him, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes sparkling with happiness, and a shy smile on her lips. She gently wrapped her arms around his waist, enjoying this moment of warmth.

Murong Yi released her and turned to leave. Just then, Lin Qianqian hurriedly ran to the bedside, picked up the outer garment she had been embroidering for a long time, and quickly walked behind Murong Yi, gently draping it over his shoulders. Her eyes were full of concern, and her voice was soft yet tinged with a hint of caution: "Your Highness, it's windy at night. Wear this garment so you don't catch a cold."

As she spoke, she carefully straightened his collar, her movements gentle and slow, as if she were handling a rare treasure. A gentle smile played on her lips, showing her tenderness and kindness.

Murong Yi felt a warm current surge into her heart. She subconsciously raised her hand to gently touch the coat draped over her body. The soft touch came from her fingertips, and in an instant, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

The fabric, the stitching—it all felt strangely familiar. His movements abruptly halted, and the image of the witch doctor he had recently discovered in Su Wan'er's room involuntarily surfaced in his mind. The fabric on that doctor's body was exactly the same as this coat.

His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widened, and he stared intently at Lin Qianqian with an expression full of disbelief.

Shock, confusion, and disappointment mingled in his eyes. How could it be her? How could that always gentle and kind woman be involved with witchcraft?

Lin Qianqian, completely unaware of the turmoil in his heart, continued to smile, her eyes gentle and tender, looking at him with the same concern as always, and said softly, "Your Highness, please go quickly, don't keep Wan'er waiting." That smile, however, seemed to Murong Yi to hide endless secrets, making him feel utterly unfamiliar.