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

Chapter 102 Sister and Brother Reunited

After the food was carefully prepared, Lin Qianqian methodically arranged each dish on an exquisite plate, while Huan'er obediently helped serve and plate the dishes. The two worked together seamlessly, and the kitchen was filled with an enticing aroma and a harmonious atmosphere.

Just then, Murong Yi and Su Wan'er returned to the mansion. Upon entering the main hall, they witnessed this scene and were both shocked.

Murong Yi frowned, her eyes full of confusion, and asked, "What...what is this? Wait, osmanthus cake, shrimp with egg white, red date and lotus seed soup..." A sudden shock struck her, and she thought to herself, "[Isn't this what Seventh Sister likes to eat? Why is she...]"

Su Wan'er, standing to the side, was stunned and momentarily bewildered. However, she quickly realized that this was a trick Lin Qianqian was playing, attempting to use the food to win over the prince. Thinking this, Su Wan'er was furious. Watching Huan'er help Lin Qianqian, she gritted her teeth, but dared not show it too obviously. She could only suppress her jealousy and resentment, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, while she managed to maintain a semblance of composure.

Huan'er gave a slight curtsy and said softly, "Your Highness, Your Highness, the Princess Consort is an extremely meticulous person. She just said that cooking these dishes herself gives her a greater sense of accomplishment and allows her to fully express her feelings."

Lin Qianqian looked at her with doting eyes, her lips slightly pursed, and a smile as bright as spring flowers bloomed on her face. Her voice was soft yet full of joy as she said, "Your Highness, we have a distinguished guest at our residence today!" After speaking, her bright eyes sparkled with delight.

Murong Yi was bewildered by her sudden words. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in confusion, "Oh? What distinguished guest?" As he spoke, he subconsciously exchanged a glance with Su Wan'er beside him, their eyes filled with doubt.

Su Wan'er inwardly scoffed, but she still forced a smile and deliberately emphasized each word: "Yes, sister, what kind of distinguished guest is he?"

Lin Qianqian chuckled, and just as she was about to speak, she saw Xiao Die helping Murong Qing slowly enter the hall. Murong Qing was wearing a gorgeous long dress made of brocade, with exquisite and intricate gold patterns embroidered on the hem, which shimmered with golden light as she walked, like a flowing galaxy.

Her black hair was styled high, adorned with a jeweled gold hairpin, and a small plum blossom ornament graced her forehead, further accentuating her delicate beauty. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters brimming with stars, her nose was exquisitely straight, and her lips were as red as cherries without rouge. In her magnificent attire, she resembled a fairy stepping out of a palace painting. Though a hint of melancholy lingered in her eyes, it only added to her captivating charm.

Upon hearing the sound, Murong Yi looked in that direction. When the long-lost and incredibly familiar face came into view, it was as if an electric current struck her heart. In an instant, tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Their gazes met, as if they were the only two people in the world. Murong Yi slowly lifted her feet, each step carrying a weight of longing and yearning, as she walked towards Murong Qing.

Su Wan'er, standing to the side, frowned, staring blankly at the sudden scene before her, her heart filled with confusion and a vague sense of foreboding. Lin Qianqian, meanwhile, stood by, her eyes filled with joy and doting, quietly watching the siblings reunite.

When Murong Yi walked up to Murong Qing, he slowly extended his trembling hand, wanting to touch her but also afraid that it was just a dream. His voice trembled slightly: "Seventh Sister~ Is it really you?"

Tears welled in Murong Qing's eyes, like stars shimmering on a lake of tears. Yet, within those shimmering tears lay a hint of a smile. Her heart was a mixture of sorrow and joy, a complex blend of emotions. Past longings and grievances, combined with the present happiness, surged into her heart. She choked back tears and softly called out, "Ninth Brother~"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two embraced tightly, as if trying to erase all the years of separation and longing in that embrace.