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

Chapter 62 Lin Qianqian Faints

When Lin Qianqian saw Murong Yi's forlorn and haggard appearance from afar, her heart clenched, and she instantly forgot all formalities and restraint.

She hurried forward, her skirt fluttering in the wind, and arrived in front of Murong Yi in a few steps. Her eyes were filled with undisguised excitement and deep worry as she anxiously asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong? Where did you go? What happened? Are you injured...?" She asked incessantly, her brows furrowed, and she involuntarily reached out to support him.

Murong Yi seemed startled by the touch, his brows furrowing slightly as he instinctively and gently pulled his hand away. Lin Qianqian seemed to feel a chill, then turned to look at him, "Your Highness..."

His gaze darted away, avoiding Lin Qianqian's eyes. He simply replied casually, "It's nothing, just a little tired. I'm going to rest in my study, please don't disturb me." His voice was filled with an indescribable coldness and aloofness. After speaking, he strode towards the study, leaving Lin Qianqian standing alone, watching his departing figure, her heart filled with disappointment and confusion.

Afu wanted to follow him, but was refused. She stood there blankly, watching the prince's figure gradually disappear.

Xiao Die frowned, a strong sense of dissatisfaction rising in her heart. She pouted her pink lips and murmured, "What does Your Highness mean by this? We've only been married a short time, and you're already sleeping in separate rooms. This is really too much." Her eyes were filled with pity and tenderness for her young mistress, as if Lin Qianqian had suffered a great injustice.

Hearing Xiaodie's complaints, Afu quickly spoke up to explain on behalf of the prince: "Miss Xiaodie, please don't misunderstand. The prince is probably just too tired today. He is very thoughtful and didn't want his exhaustion to disturb the princess, so that's why he did that."

Lin Qianqian watched the two argue back and forth, sighed softly, and gently raised her hand to signal them to be quiet. Her gaze held a complex mix of emotions, a disappointment at Murong Yi's attitude and a sense of helplessness in the face of the current situation. She said softly, "Enough, stop arguing. Perhaps the Prince is tired. Go and rest." With that, she turned and walked towards the house, her steps seemingly heavy.

Lin Qianqian moved with light, graceful steps, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She recalled their agreement before their marriage, a "contract marriage" where they would only be husband and wife in name, each keeping to themselves. But now, a thought involuntarily surfaced in her mind: [Could it be that the Prince has gone to see his beloved? Could it really be that he went to see Su Wan'er?]

Once the thought took root, it spread wildly through her heart like weeds. She knew this had nothing to do with her, and she had no right to interfere in the prince's private affairs, yet her heart seemed to have escaped the control of reason. A nameless heartache, like fine needles, pierced her heart again and again. She was torn between two conflicting emotions. Reason told her to abide by the contract and not to meddle, but her emotions were quietly taking hold, making her unable to resist speculating and agonizing over Murong Yi's whereabouts and intentions, plunging her into a deep contradiction and confusion.

Lin Qianqian was struggling between reason and emotion, her conflicting feelings surging like waves, constantly assaulting her mind and body. Her mind was a jumble of chaos, her breathing quickened, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if trying to burst free.

However, her body seemed unable to keep up with the intense emotional fluctuations, and a wave of dizziness from insufficient blood supply washed over her. Her vision began to blur and distort, and her legs felt weak and powerless. She tried to steady herself, but to no avail.

As Xiaodie and Afu were talking, they suddenly heard a slight strange noise. Looking up, they saw Lin Qianqian swaying, like a withered leaf in the wind, about to fall.

Xiaodie stared in disbelief, her eyes filled with terror and worry. She instinctively ran over and called out, "Miss!"

Afu's eyes widened, his expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Your Highness!"

Immediately afterwards, the servants of the mansion also rushed over upon hearing the commotion, and hurriedly carried Lin Qianqian back to her room and settled her on the bed.