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

Chapter 148 Xue Xiang stumbles upon: Murong Che mistakes someone else again

At that moment, sunlight filtered through the dappled clouds, casting slivers of light and shadow. Xue Xiang clutched the letter sent by Su Wan'er, which earnestly invited her to the peach blossom grove on the outskirts of the city, saying that there was something important to discuss.

Xue Xiangdai frowned slightly. Although she was full of doubts, she couldn't resist the repeated mention of urgency in the letter, so she hurriedly set off.

Along the way, dust billowed from the horse's hooves. Xue Xiang was anxious and kept urging the driver to speed up. The trees and pedestrians by the roadside flashed by like phantoms. She kept wondering what Su Wan'er wanted, and her expression grew increasingly solemn.

Su Wan'er and Lin Qianqian finally arrived at the peach blossom grove. Stepping into the grove felt like entering a dreamlike fairyland.

Peach blossoms bloom wildly across the mountains and fields, their pink and white petals like clouds on the horizon, layer upon layer, dazzling and beautiful. A gentle breeze blows, and the branches sway, as if whispering the tender sweetness of spring.

The fragrance of peach blossoms, sweet but not cloying, lingers in every inch of air, intoxicating and enchanting. Occasionally, a few petals drift down, fluttering lightly like butterflies, carpeting the land with a soft floral tapestry.

Lin Qianqian, dressed in a moon-white silk dress embroidered with peach blossoms, looked like a fairy among flowers amidst this picturesque scenery.

Su Wan'er was no less impressive. The two exchanged a smile and danced gracefully to the rhythm of the breeze.

Their figures were light and graceful, sometimes spinning, sometimes taking light steps, complementing the petals flying all over the sky, as if people and flowers had become one, forming a beautiful spring flower dance picture.

At this moment, Su Wan'er caught a glimpse of the Fourth Prince Murong Che walking slowly towards them out of the corner of her eye. She was secretly delighted and immediately had a flash of inspiration.

She frowned slightly, a look of pain on her face, clutched her stomach, and said to Lin Qianqian with a touch of fragility, "Oh sister, my stomach suddenly hurts so much! I really can't bear it anymore. I'm going to go over there to relieve myself. You stay here and keep jumping around until I come back!"

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Qianqian's response, he hurriedly ran towards the woods behind him, his steps urgent yet revealing a hint of cunning.

Before Lin Qianqian could react, Su Wan'er had already disappeared into the woods. Lin Qianqian froze for a moment, then instinctively called out, "Hey~ slow down! I'll wait for you here!"

Then, she gently shook her head and turned to look around at the dreamlike peach blossom grove. A gentle breeze blew, and peach petals fluttered down like snowflakes, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

Lin Qianqian took a deep breath, captivated by the beautiful scenery. She gently lifted her skirt and began to dance slowly to the rhythm of the breeze. Her figure was light and graceful, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, displaying her beauty amidst the peach blossoms.

Meanwhile, Su Wan'er was hiding in a corner not far away, her eyes fixed on Lin Qianqian, a smug smile playing on her lips. She crossed her arms, quietly waiting for the Fourth Prince, Murong Che, to approach, ready to watch a good show begin.

Murong Che slowly approached along the winding path. When the scene before him came into view, he was instantly struck dumb, his steps halting abruptly. He could hardly believe his eyes. His eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief, as he stared intently at the gracefully dancing figure before him.

At this moment, memories of the past surged like a tidal wave, and he seemed to fall into a dreamlike illusion once again, his reason vanishing instantly.

“Wanwan…” Murong Che’s lips trembled as he murmured. The next second, he ran towards Lin Qianqian like a madman, repeatedly calling out, “Wanwan~ It really is you! Wanwan!” His voice was filled with endless longing and madness.

Lin Qianqian, who was dancing gracefully, had no idea that such a turn of events would occur. By the time Murong Che rushed in front of her, she hadn't even reacted yet, only managing to exclaim, "Fourth Prince! Ah!"

Murong Che had already pulled her into a tight embrace. Lin Qianqian was terrified and instinctively tried her best to resist, pushing against Murong Che's chest with both hands and struggling with her legs.

However, the more she struggled, the more agitated Murong Che became. His arms tightened around her like iron clamps, and he murmured, "Wanwan, don't go... don't leave me..."

Hiding to the side, Su Wan'er witnessed this scene and a smug smile appeared on her face. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a cunning glint flashed in them, as if everything was under her control.

Just then, Xue Xiang rushed to the scene. When she saw the Fourth Prince tightly embracing Lin Qianqian, her face instantly turned ashen, her eyes wide with rage, as if they were about to spit fire. Her chest heaved violently, her hands clenched into fists, and her whole body trembled slightly with anger.

"Lin Qianqian! You..." Xue Xiang gritted her teeth, her voice trembling slightly with anger, but she was speechless for a moment, her heart filled with rage that almost consumed her.

Enraged, Xue Xiang charged forward like a raging lion, using all her strength to forcefully pull the two apart.

Immediately afterward, she raised her arm and, with a resounding "slap," delivered a powerful blow to Lin Qianqian's face. Accompanied by the crisp sound, she cursed, "Lin Qianqian, you shameless slut! How dare you seduce the Fourth Prince and do such a scandalous thing!"

Lin Qianqian's cheeks instantly swelled up from the beating, her eyes filled with tears, and she was too grieved and terrified to speak.

Still lost in his hallucination, Murong Che was enraged by Xue Xiang's treatment of "Wanwan." His eyes turned bloodshot, like a furious beast, and he gripped Xue Xiang's wrist tightly, the veins bulging from the force. He roared at Xue Xiang with all his might, "You dare touch her! You vicious woman, I warn you, if you dare harm her even a little, I will tear you to pieces!" Murong Che's voice echoed through the peach blossom forest, filled with boundless rage and madness.

Xue Xiang never expected that Murong Che would roar at her like that for Lin Qianqian's sake. That thunderous roar was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into her heart.

Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief and hurt, as she stared intently at Murong Che, as if trying to find a trace of past affection in his eyes.

At this moment, Murong Che's mind was completely focused on Lin Qianqian, whom he had mistaken for his deceased wife, and he had no time to pay attention to Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang's heart instantly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill spreading from the depths of her heart to her entire body. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat, and she could not utter a sound.

A moment later, a single, glistening tear slid slowly down her cheek, followed by a torrent of tears that flowed like a burst dam. She felt utterly hopeless; her deep affection for Murong Che now seemed like a cruel joke.

Lin Qianqian frowned, cautiously approaching her, trying to soothe her, "Miss Xue, it's not what you think..."

"Shut up!" Xue Xiang roared at her. "Stop pretending! I hate you!" She couldn't hide her anger, glaring at Lin Qianqian, then glancing at Murong Che. "Murong Che, you'll regret this!!" With that, she ran away in despair.

Lin Qianqian felt helpless and frustrated. Then, when she looked at Murong Che, she felt a sense of fear and backed away repeatedly.

"Wanwan, you shouldn't be afraid. I really miss you so much~" Murong Che called out as he approached her, completely lost in his own world.

Lin Qianqian had nowhere to escape, so she pleaded earnestly, "Your Highness, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not the Fourth Princess Consort. Please wake up! I'm the Ninth Princess Consort!"

Murong Che's eyes were bloodshot, and he approached Lin Qianqian step by step as if he were possessed, muttering "Wanwan" over and over again.

Lin Qianqian, her face filled with terror, retreated repeatedly, only to bump into a tree trunk behind her, leaving her with nowhere to go. At this critical moment, Murong Feng, who had been secretly following behind, realized the urgency of the situation, and his eyes instantly sharpened and hardened.

He moved with lightning speed, stepping forward and, taking advantage of Murong Che's unpreparedness, clenched his fist and struck Murong Che's nape with all his might.

With a muffled thud, Murong Che collapsed into Murong Fu's arms before he could even utter a sound.

Lin Qianqian was still in shock, her eyes wide open, breathing heavily, her gaze filled with the relief of surviving a close call. She slowly raised her head to look at Murong Feng, her lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't speak for a moment.

Murong Feng looked concerned and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Ninth Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Lin Qianqian was still shaken. She swallowed hard, her eyes still filled with fear, and nodded slightly to indicate that she was alright.

Murong Feng sighed helplessly and shook his head, saying, "Sigh~ Fourth Brother's delusions are getting worse and worse, he must have scared you to death!"

Lin Qianqian's body was still trembling slightly, clearly not yet recovered from the shock she had just experienced.

Seeing this, Murong Feng suggested softly, "Let's go back first!"

Lin Qianqian suddenly came to her senses and said in a panic, "Wait a minute, Wan'er hasn't come back yet!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wan'er, who had been hiding in the corner, quickly straightened her clothes and walked over, feigning ignorance. With just the right amount of concern on her face, she said sweetly, "Sister, I'm sorry to have worried you!" Then, she looked at Lin Qianqian with feigned suspicion, "Sister, what's wrong? Why do you seem so absent-minded? Oh? The Tenth Prince is here too?" She quickly bowed, "Greetings, Tenth Prince! Isn't this the Fourth Prince? Why is he…"

Lin Qianqian didn't want to explain further, and said in a flustered mood, "Oh, it's just a misunderstanding. Let's not talk about it anymore, let's go back!"

Su Wan'er obediently replied, "Mhm." As she spoke, she affectionately took Lin Qianqian's arm, feigning to comfort her, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smug smile that was hard for others to notice.