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

Chapter 160 Xue Xiang's Night Walk 4 The Prince's Mansion: Venting Emotions

The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent; it was well past midnight. Xue Xiang was dressed in plain clothes, without any jewels or jade ornaments, yet her elegant and refined beauty was still undeniable, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley.

She glanced left and right, her expression slightly tense, and carefully tiptoed out of the mansion. Using the faint moonlight, she walked step by step towards the Fourth Prince's mansion not far away.

Upon arriving at the gates of the Prince's residence, Xue Xiang raised her hand and gently knocked on the door knocker. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing an elderly man with white hair—Wang Ren, the most respected steward of the Fourth Prince's residence. His face was kind, but his eyes were full of doubt as he softly asked, "Oh dear, isn't this Miss Xue? Why are you here so late at night instead of resting properly? His Highness has just gone to bed!"

Xue Xiang, with her gentle and refined demeanor, a faint smile on her face, said softly, "Steward Wang, I really have something urgent to discuss with His Highness. Please make an exception and let me in!"

Wang Ren looked troubled and sighed helplessly, "But, Miss Xue, the Prince has already gone to bed, and he hasn't been feeling well these past few days. The imperial physician has repeatedly advised him to rest more. What do you think..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang's heart tightened, and she suddenly knelt down with a thud, her face resolute but bloodless, her expression solemn. Wang Ren, seeing this, was greatly alarmed and hurriedly said, "Oh dear, Miss Xue, what are you doing! Get up quickly, this won't do!" He then slowly bent down to help her up.

Xue Xiang stubbornly refused to get up, firmly stating, "If Steward Wang doesn't agree, I'll keep kneeling!"

Wang Ren looked helpless and advised, "Miss Xue, why are you doing this? You can come to see the Prince tomorrow, why come in the middle of the night!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang could no longer suppress her grief. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls, making her look like a pear blossom in the rain. She bit her lip, pursed her lips, and pleaded in a choked sob, "Butler Wang, I beg you, please let me in! I promise, I'll just look at him once, and I won't wake him. This love, I've kept hidden in my heart for so many years. I've fantasized countless times about marrying him and spending my life happily with him. But what happened? He married someone else, and even though that person is no longer alive, he still won't even look at me. He can gently embrace other women, but he's so cold to me. I... I'm so miserable, please have pity on me!"

Listening to Xue Xiang's sorrowful lament, Butler Wang felt a pang of sympathy and heartache. He frowned slightly and sighed softly, "Alas, Miss Xue, your deep affection is truly moving. I never imagined you were so devoted to the Prince. It's just fate playing tricks on us."

He paused, looking hesitant, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, alright, please get up. This old servant will take you inside. But please remember, just take one look and don't disturb the prince."

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang stood up in delight, a smile immediately spreading across her face. "Yes, thank you, Butler Wang!"

After saying this, Xue Xiang followed Steward Wang inside.

Upon reaching the door of the Fourth Prince Murong Che's room, Steward Wang Ren looked solemn and glanced at Xue Xiang with a meaningful gaze. He whispered, "Miss Xue, the Prince has been in poor spirits lately. Please do not wake him after you go in."

Xue Xiang nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes. After a moment's thought, she raised her hand, her movements as gentle as if afraid of disturbing the dust in the air, and slowly pushed open the door.

The door opened slightly, and Xue Xiang tiptoed into the room. She immediately saw Murong Che lying on the bed, fast asleep. The room was quiet, with only his even breathing, which seemed to be the only sound in the silent night.

Xue Xiang slowly approached, her expression a tangled mess of emotions. A mixture of entanglement, heartache, resentment, love, and hatred swirled within her. Her brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of pain crossing her eyes, like flames leaping within them.

She finally reached the bedside, her gaze falling on the sleeping Murong Che. His face, though somewhat haggard, was still exceptionally handsome, his thin lips slightly pursed. His once radiant and spirited appearance was now replaced by exhaustion, but this did not diminish his innate extraordinary temperament; instead, it added a touch of heartbreaking fragility.

Xue Xiang stared at Murong Che, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably, clenching her fists and murmuring, "Murong Che, do you know how much I love you... This love, I keep deep in my heart, it has haunted me day and night, almost consuming me." She reached out her hand, trembling, but pulled it back abruptly the moment she touched him, as if it were a blazing flame.

"I've fantasized countless times about growing old with you, but why have you never seen me?" Her voice was filled with endless grief, and her shoulders trembled violently. "Xu Wanwan is dead, and you've gotten involved with Lin Qianqian. Why won't you even look at me? What am I supposed to do to get into your heart? How can you do this to me! I hate you! I hate you so much!" With that, she could no longer hold on and collapsed by the bed, bursting into tears. Her cries sounded especially desolate in the quiet night.