ebookland Chapter 161 Murong Che: "I hope you can find your own happiness!"
Chapter 161 Murong Che: "I hope you can find your own happiness!"
Xue Xiang was filled with resentment that surged like a tidal wave, completely swallowing her reason. She broke down in tears, as if she were tightly bound by threads of pain.
Hearing the heart-wrenching cries, Butler Wang rushed over, pushed open the door, and anxiously asked, "Miss Xue, what's wrong...?" Upon entering, he saw that Xue Xiang's once beautiful face was now contorted with resentment, tears streaming down her face, her eyes swollen and red like ripe peaches, and her lips trembling slightly from excessive grief.
However, the Fourth Prince Murong Che on the bed was still immersed in his dream and was not disturbed by the noise at all.
Seeing this, Steward Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to Xue Xiang, frowning slightly, looking helpless yet concerned, and said softly, "Miss Xue, seeing how you are, why don't you go back to your room to rest first, and come back when you've calmed down?"
As soon as Butler Wang finished speaking, Xue Xiang, like a powder keg that had been lit, glared at him with wide eyes and turned her head unexpectedly. Her hateful gaze was like a sharp arrow staring intently at him.
Startled by the sudden gaze, Butler Wang was at a loss for words, his eyes darting around in a panic as he stammered, "Miss Xue, this...this is..."
Xue Xiang stared at him for a long time without saying a word. Then, she glanced at the man who was still sleeping on the bed, snorted, and turned away angrily.
Butler Wang frowned helplessly and called out softly, "Oh, Miss Xue!" He glanced at the Fourth Prince, sighed softly, and slowly walked out with his elderly and slightly unsteady body, then gently closed the door.
After the door closed, Murong Che, who had been fast asleep, slowly opened his eyes. He got up unhurriedly, sat on the bed, glanced leisurely at the door, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and fell into deep thought.
Murong Che's expression was complex, a mixture of helplessness and guilt. He thought to himself: "Xue Xiang, how could I not know the depth of your feelings for me? Every time I see your burning passion, I feel utterly helpless. Wanwan is my irreplaceable love. Since meeting Wanwan, my heart has had no room for anyone else. You are still young; you shouldn't have your heart so devoted to me. I only hope you can let go of your obsession, find your own true love, and discover true happiness."
Inside the Fifth Prince's mansion, the night was as still as water. The Fifth Prince, Murong Han, tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and decided to go out for a stroll to clear his head. As he wandered into the courtyard, he inadvertently caught sight of Xue Xiang, dressed in white, slowly entering through the gate. Her steps were slow, her expression dazed, like a lost soul.
Murong Han was startled and quickly stepped forward to greet him, asking with concern, "Where have you been?"
However, Xue Xiang seemed not to hear him, staring blankly ahead, seemingly gazing at nothing in particular. She did not respond to Murong Han's question and simply walked straight towards her room.
Murong Han's brows furrowed instantly, his gaze fixed on her receding figure until the white silhouette completely disappeared from sight, remaining fixed there for a long time. He was filled with doubt, as if lost in a fog, unable to fathom what had happened to make her like this.
sleepless nights.
In the early morning, the soft sunlight, like a thin veil, quietly filtered through the window and gently fell upon Lin Qianqian's face. As if awakened by this gentle light, she slightly furrowed her brows and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused as she quietly stared at the ceiling, then slowly shifted her gaze to her surroundings.
At that moment, Lin Qianqian felt a warmth in her palm, a warmth that seemed to flow slowly down her arm and into her heart. She subconsciously looked down and saw that Murong Yi was holding her hand tightly, her head resting on the edge of the bed, already fast asleep.
Lin Qianqian gazed at Murong Yi, who was fast asleep beside the bed, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She frowned, pursed her lips slightly, and felt a little unsatisfied, feeling a touch of emotion and relief mixed with a layer of heartache.
Seeing the faint dark circles under his eyes and his slightly furrowed brows, as if he were carrying a hidden worry even in his sleep, Lin Qianqian couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. She sighed softly and murmured, "Silly boy, why do you have to make yourself so tired?" She reached out and gently stroked his head; this love had already begun to sprout in her heart.
Murong Yi seemed to sense Lin Qianqian's gaze; his eyelashes trembled slightly before he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked in confusion for a moment, then, as if realizing something, he abruptly stood up, and their eyes met instantly.
Lin Qianqian, like a child caught red-handed, instinctively looked away, her eyes filled with panic. Her hands unconsciously clutched the blanket as she looked at him helplessly. Then, she gave a dry laugh and said with a hint of evasion, "You're awake?"
Murong Yi's eyes were filled with undisguised concern. Without a word, he gently yet firmly pulled her into his embrace, his arms tightening around her as if trying to meld her into his own body. Lin Qianqian was startled by this sudden action and instinctively gasped, "Your Highness, you..."
Murong Yi rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice slightly hoarse, and softly uttered a single word: "Shh! Don't talk, just let me hold you like this, okay?" He closed his eyes, held her tightly, and greedily savored the lingering warmth of her body.
Lin Qianqian smiled helplessly, her eyes full of tenderness and doting. She responded with a nod, "Mmm~" Then she sighed softly, slowly raised her hands, and gently hugged him, as if she wanted to respond to all his unease with this embrace.
The door was flung open with a bang, and Xiaodie rushed in, excitedly shouting, "Miss, are you awake? Xiaodie has come to give you..." Before she could finish, her voice seemed to be abruptly cut off, and she froze instantly. Her eyes widened like two copper bells, her mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg, her face a mixture of shock and embarrassment.
Hearing the noise, Lin Qianqian turned around and saw Xiao Die. She was equally shocked, her eyes widening as if frozen in place, though her arms remained instinctively wrapped around Murong Yi. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and time itself seemed to stand still.
Immediately following, Wuming rushed over. When his gaze fell upon the scene of the two embracing inside, he felt as if his heart had been struck a heavy punch, shattering instantly. His eyes reddened instantly, his lips trembled slightly, and he desperately fought back the tears that threatened to spill. His hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. In the end, he couldn't bear the piercing pain. He turned abruptly, staggered away, and ran off, his retreating figure exuding endless loneliness and despair.
When Lin Qianqian saw Wuming run away, her heart skipped a beat, as if something had tugged at it hard. But at this moment, she remained rooted to the spot, making no response, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.
Xiaodie was still standing at the door, blinking mechanically, swallowing hard, but she was still as if nailed to the spot, unable to move.
After an unknown amount of time, Murong Yi slowly released Lin Qianqian, glanced coldly at Xiao Die at the door, her brows furrowed, and fell into deep thought. A suffocating silence filled the air.