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

Chapter 68 The Mysterious Woman?

The two, mistress and servant, strolled leisurely along the bustling street. A gentle breeze caressed them, like delicate, tender hands gently caressing their hair and the hem of their clothes.

Lin Qianqian tilted her head back slightly, letting the breeze caress her face. The fresh air filled her chest, as if it were a clear spring flowing into her soul. Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the worry in her eyes faded away.

Shops line both sides of the street, and the noisy hawking and the cheerful laughter of pedestrians intertwine to create a vibrant and lively scene.

Xiaodie skipped and hopped ahead, occasionally looking curiously at the dazzling array of goods on the street, and sometimes turning back to excitedly share her new discoveries with Lin Qianqian.

Lin Qianqian followed quietly behind with light steps and a faint smile on her lips. Her gaze casually swept over the street scene, and the vexation in her heart was relieved by the double comfort of the hustle and bustle and the gentle breeze.

Suddenly, Lin Qianqian's gaze was fixed on a figure that looked extremely familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was none other than the Tenth Prince, Murong Feng. Lin Qianqian couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise.

[Isn't that the Tenth Prince? What's he doing here? Hmm? Look at him, acting all sneaky, what is he doing?]

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Xiaodie keenly noticed her mistress's unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what are you looking at?" As she spoke, she looked in the direction Lin Qianqian was looking.

On this side, Murong Feng crouched low, quietly standing at the entrance of a restaurant. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes secretly peering into the restaurant, looking like a cunning fox trying to find treasure, his heart filled with doubt and curiosity.

The servant boy beside him, named Azhu, was standing close behind him. Azhu's brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with worry, and he murmured, "Your Highness, the men you sent in have been there for so long, but there's still no progress! Oh dear!"

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Feng swiftly raised his fan and gently tapped Azhu on the head. Azhu winced in pain and instinctively touched her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of grievance and confusion.

Murong Feng turned around, glared at him, and said softly, "What do you know? Don't talk nonsense. Take another look!"

At this moment, A-Zhu was muttering in dissatisfaction, secretly feeling aggrieved about being hit on the head for no reason. Inadvertently, he glanced behind him, and what he saw shocked him. His eyes widened instantly, the color draining from his face, and something seemed to choke him, rendering him unable to utter a single word. He quickly and tiptoed to the other side, his body trembling slightly, obediently shutting his mouth, not daring to breathe.

A woman dressed in magnificent brocade and adorned with dazzling accessories was slowly and steadily approaching Murong Feng. Her head held high seemed to proclaim her noble and extraordinary status to the world.

A chilling murderous intent flickered in her eyes, like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, its power already sending shivers down one's spine even before it was drawn. She stood silently behind Murong Feng, not uttering a word, her icy gaze fixed intently on him.

Murong Feng, however, was completely unaware of the unusual situation behind him, and continued to peer into the restaurant, trying to find out what was going on.