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

Chapter 274 Murong Yi slapped Lin Qianqian

Murong Yi's eyes widened in anger, her furious expression seeming to ignite the surrounding air.

He kicked open Lin Qianqian's door and rushed inside.

Lin Qianqian was about to speak, but before she could utter a sound, a loud slap landed hard on her face.

Lin Qianqian's head turned to one side from the slap. She slowly turned her head back, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and deep disappointment, as if all her fantasies about the person in front of her had been completely shattered at this moment.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, brimming with glistening droplets that seemed ready to spill over at any moment. Her lips trembled, her voice choked with emotion: "Your Highness, you!"

Xiaodie, watching from the side, felt heartbroken and quickly stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern and anxiety. She steadily supported Lin Qianqian and gently comforted her.

Murong Yi pointed at Lin Qianqian, her chest heaving violently, and roared angrily, "Lin Qianqian! You've gone too far! You're a vicious woman!"

Lin Qianqian straightened her back, her expression calm, and her gaze fixed firmly on Murong Yi, showing no fear and an air of innocence: "Your Highness, may I ask what I have done? Why are you reprimanding me like this?" Her eyes were clear and bright, as if she were silently questioning Murong Yi, seeking a fair answer.

Murong Yi snorted coldly, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment. The muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger. He shouted sharply, "Hmph, stop pretending! Why did you push Wan'er into the water and bully her? I love you so much, and you actually did such a thing!"

Seeing this, Xiaodie hurriedly stepped forward, her face full of anxiety, her eyes reddening, and her voice urgent and somewhat aggrieved: "Your Highness, the Princess Consort did not push Consort Su at all! Consort Su suddenly grabbed the Princess Consort herself, slipped, and fell into the water. I was right there at the time and saw it clearly!"

Murong Yi ignored him completely. He glared at Xiao Die, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, and roared, "Xiao Die, you are her maid, of course you will speak up for her! Lin Qianqian, I saw it with my own eyes, and you still dare to argue!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's body jolted violently, as if she had been struck in a vital spot. Her eyes instantly dimmed, her once resolute gaze becoming empty and lifeless, and the color drained from her face.

Her lips trembled slightly, and tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down her cheeks. At this moment, she was filled with despair and utter despair, and she murmured softly, "So, you didn't understand me at all..." Her voice was filled with endless sorrow and despair, as if years of deep affection had completely collapsed in this instant.

Murong Yi's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable suspicion surged into his mind. But in an instant, the image of the witchcraft he had discovered that day flashed through his mind, and his expression immediately turned cold and frosty.

His brows were furrowed into a tight knot, his eyes seemed to spit fire as he glared at Lin Qianqian and demanded sharply, "Hmph, pushing Wan'er into the water is just one of them! Haven't you committed enough sins already?"

Lin Qianqian remained calm and composed, a faint smile playing on her lips, a smile tinged with helplessness and mockery. She replied neither servile nor arrogantly, "Oh? Heh~ Then may I ask Your Highness, what heinous crime have I committed?"

Murong Yi was completely enraged by her calm demeanor. Veins bulged on his forehead and veins on his neck stood out with anger. He roared, "You still dare to play dumb! You actually used witchcraft to curse Su Wan'er by sticking effigies in your hands! Do you know what a heinous crime this is!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian was slightly taken aback at first, then a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes, followed by an involuntary laugh filled with absurdity and ridiculousness. She stared directly at Murong Yi, her gaze firm and sharp, and coldly asked, "Hmph~ What witchcraft?! I've never heard of it! Your Highness, you keep saying it was me, but what evidence do you have?"

Murong Yi trembled with rage. She suddenly pulled the voodoo doll from her bosom and slammed it in front of Lin Qianqian, roaring, "Evidence? Hmph! The fabric used for that voodoo doll is exactly the same as the fabric you usually embroider! What else do you have to say?"

Murong Yi's eyes widened in fury, bloodshot, as he glared fiercely at Lin Qianqian. His chest heaved violently, each breath filled with angry heat. He roared through gritted teeth, "If you don't believe me, I'll immediately order someone to bring that villain here, so you can see for yourself and see how you still try to argue. I'll make you admit your mistake!"

Having said that, he turned around abruptly and shouted loudly towards the door, "A-Fu!"

Upon hearing the sound, Afu darted out from the corner like a startled rabbit, ran into the house, lowered his head, and dared not breathe, respectfully replying, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"Go and bring that witchcraft dummy here immediately!" Murong Yi waved his hand impatiently, his tone urgent and forceful.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Afu didn't dare to delay. He turned around and rushed out like a gust of wind. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor and gradually faded away.

Inside the room, Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian stared at each other. Murong Yi's eyes burned with a fierce rage, as if she wanted to devour Lin Qianqian; her gaze was filled with anger, disappointment, and determination.

Lin Qianqian straightened her back and looked back at him without fear, her eyes filled with grievance, resentment and deep disappointment. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Outside the window, dark clouds had quietly gathered, completely obscuring the sky and shrouding the whole world in a depressing grayness.

The wind howled and pounded against the windows, making a loud "bang" sound, as if it too was angry about this fierce standoff.

The occasional cawing of crows drifted from afar, adding to the desolate and tense atmosphere.

The air inside seemed to freeze, and time stood still, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two people and the howling of the wind intertwined.