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

Chapter 180 Murong Feng and Shen Wanqing's eyes met

Shen Wanqing bowed slightly and said respectfully, "This commoner greets the Tenth Prince. I am deeply grateful for your help today. I will never forget your kindness."

Murong Feng waved his hand and replied with a righteous expression, "Miss Shen, you don't need to be so polite. I can't stand a group of grown men bullying a weak woman. It's only natural to help those in need when you see injustice. There's no need to talk about gratitude."

Shen Wanqing smiled gently, pursed her lips, and bowed again, saying, "Your Highness is very righteous, and I admire you greatly. However, I dare not trouble Your Highness any further."

Murong Feng laughed heartily, his eyes revealing an unyielding determination, and said, "Miss Shen, what are you saying? It's already late at night. How can I be at ease letting a weak woman like you go back alone? Today, I will definitely escort you back to ensure your safe journey. Please don't refuse anymore."

Shen Wanqing looked embarrassed and quickly waved her hand, saying, "No need, no need, I can go back by myself. Your Highness is already very busy with many affairs of state, how could I dare to trouble you any further? I really feel bad about it."

Murong Feng stepped forward, frowned slightly, and said with even more determination, "Hey, Miss Shen, don't refuse anymore. Since I have made up my mind, I will not change it. You don't need to worry about anything else. It is only right that I send you back. It's settled then."

Shen Wanqing frowned slightly, her eyes filled with helplessness, yet deep within them was a profound sense of gratitude.

She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to decline again, but seeing Murong Feng's resolute and unyielding expression, she swallowed back the words she was about to say, sighed slightly, and nodded gently, which was considered her agreement.

Upon seeing this, Murong Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile. He then naturally walked shoulder to shoulder with Shen Wanqing towards the restaurant.

Shen Wanqing lowered her head slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks. Occasionally, she would secretly glance at Murong Feng beside her, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Along the way, Murong Feng and Shen Wanqing walked side by side, both of them looking slightly awkward, unsure of where to look, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say, and just remaining in a slightly embarrassed silence.

Just then, the silence was broken by a rapid, noisy clatter of hooves, and a carriage came galloping toward them. The coachman was pale, his brows furrowed in anxiety, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ah! Get out of the way! This horse has gone mad and can't be stopped! Get out of the way! Ahhh!" His voice, filled with terror, echoed through the street.

Upon hearing the shout, Shen Wanqing, who was walking ahead, widened her eyes instantly, her face drained of color, and she froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place. "Huh?!"

At the critical moment, Murong Feng reacted extremely quickly. He suddenly stretched out his arm and firmly embraced Shen Wanqing's slender waist. Then, he pushed off with his feet and spun her around rapidly.

The two figures spun several times like leaves in the wind, cleverly turning to a corner of the street, and finally narrowly avoided the out-of-control carriage.

When they stopped, Murong Feng's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing became somewhat rapid. Shen Wanqing leaned against him, her face still showing lingering fear, her chest heaving violently, and her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of Murong Feng's clothes tightly.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting. Shen Wanqing, like a startled fawn, widened her eyes, which reflected Murong Feng's face. Murong Feng, his gaze filled with deep affection, quietly stared at the woman before him, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Your Highness...you..." Just then, A-Zhu's voice broke the dreamlike atmosphere. A-Zhu silently rushed over and stood a meter away from them, calling out cautiously, her voice revealing a hint of unease and caution.

The shout snapped the two people out of their reverie, and as if they'd been burned, they quickly separated.

Shen Wanqing's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears. She lowered her eyes in a fluster, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. Her heart pounded like a drum, completely devoid of her usual composure. She appeared both shy and at a loss, utterly unsure of what to do.

Murong Feng was in no better shape, a blush spreading across his face as well. His usually composed expression was now tinged with a rare panic. He coughed lightly, trying to hide his embarrassment, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at Shen Wanqing again. He merely pretended to be calm as he straightened his clothes, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner tension and helplessness.

A-Zhu ran over, her face beaming with joy at finding someone. When she saw Murong Feng and Shen Wanqing, she couldn't help but chuckle and teased, covering her mouth, "Your Highness, so you're here! I've been looking for you."

Murong Feng coughed lightly, a hint of panic flashing across his face. He hurriedly explained, "Ahem~ I saw someone bullying Miss Shen, and the carriage almost hit her just now, so I intervened..." As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at Shen Wanqing, as if seeking her approval.

Shen Wanqing pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, her face full of shyness. She dared not look directly at Murong Feng, only occasionally glancing up at him before quickly lowering her head again.

A-Zhu scratched his head, chuckled, and said slyly, "Your Highness doesn't need to explain, this servant saw it all, hehe."

Murong Feng pretended to be angry and hit his head hard, but the force was controlled. He scolded, "You dog slave, it's none of your business what I do."

Ah Zhu muttered, pouting helplessly, and whispered, "It's obvious, but they won't let me say it."

Murong Feng turned to Shen Wanqing and said somewhat hesitantly, "Um, Miss Shen, actually, I... uh... I'll take you back!"

Shen Wanqing bowed to him, smiled, and said softly, "Your Highness, the restaurant isn't far. I can go back by myself." With that, she walked straight ahead.

Murong Feng stood frozen, staring blankly at Shen Wanqing's departing figure, his eyes filled with reluctance. Just then, Shen Wanqing suddenly turned around, looked at Murong Feng, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you."

That smile, as warm as a spring breeze, instantly lingered in Murong Feng's eyes, heart, and mind. Murong Feng stared at it, his lips involuntarily curving upwards, completely immersed in that smile, momentarily lost in thought.

Seeing this, A-Zhu couldn't help but break the pleasant atmosphere, calling out, "Your Highness, the person has already gone far away, stop looking..."

Murong Feng then came to his senses and gently turned to Azhu. Azhu smiled innocently, and Murong Feng calmly and softly said, "Azhu, come here, I have something to say to you."

A-Zhu leaned closer curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

But then he heard Murong coldly say, "Get lost," and turn to leave.

A-Zhu stared wide-eyed, scratched her head, and looked at Murong Feng's departing figure. She sighed helplessly and had no choice but to hurry up and follow.

In a remote and almost desolate place on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by tangled weeds that swayed in the wind, as if hiding endless secrets, few people would venture here.

Su Wan'er stood there, clutching a thick purse of money tightly in her hand. Her gaze was sharp and serious as she stared directly at the old woman in front of her. She then handed over the purse and said in a cold tone, "This is your reward. If you can do me a good deed, you will receive much more in the future!"

The old woman, named Sun Lan, was once a well-known midwife in the city, living a stable life thanks to her skills. But who could have imagined that she would become addicted to gambling, sinking deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate herself? She squandered her family's fortune bit by bit at the gambling table, leaving her once happy family shattered. Her husband died of grief, and her two sons, now grown up and married, severed ties with her, leaving only her youngest daughter to depend on her for survival.

At that moment, Sun Lan looked at the bulging money bag, and her eyes instantly flashed with greed. She hurriedly took it, her face full of a flattering smile, and all the wrinkles on her face squeezed together with the smile. She hurriedly said, "I will definitely do as the Princess instructed! I will not make any mistakes."

Su Wan'er raised her chin slightly, a satisfied expression on her face, and nodded gently. Then, she reached out and pulled over Huan'er, who was absent-minded, and said, "Huan'er, from now on you will stay with Sun Lan. Don't be afraid. You just need to take good care of yourself during your pregnancy. As long as you give birth to this child, I will let you return to the manor."

Huan'er's eyes reddened, tears welled up, and she called out in a sob, "Your Highness..."

Su Wan'er frowned, impatiently interrupting her, and said sternly, "You don't need to say anything. Sun Lan, you take good care of her. If anything goes wrong, I will hold you responsible!"

Sun Lan shuddered violently, her smile instantly freezing. She quickly apologized and said cautiously, "Yes, I dare not neglect my duty. I will take good care of Miss Huan'er and will never let Your Highness worry. I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous and believe me this time."

As she spoke, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands unconsciously rubbed together. She was filled with nervousness, knowing that she absolutely could not mess this up, as it concerned her and her daughter's future lives.