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

Chapter 275 Resentment Stirred

A short while later, Afu rushed over, holding the little figure covered in needles, and respectfully handed it to Murong Yi.

Murong Yi took the figurine, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with scrutiny and ruthlessness, and strode towards Lin Qianqian.

Standing before Lin Qianqian, Murong Yi slowly swayed the tiny figure covered in needles in front of her, narrowing her eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. Her tone was icy and tinged with a hint of accusation: "How do you intend to explain this?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like a thunderclap in the quiet space.

The moment Lin Qianqian's gaze fell upon the little figure, her expression changed drastically. Her originally rosy cheeks turned ashen white, her legs went weak, and she instinctively took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Lin Qianqian's personal maid, Xiaodie, quickly reached out to support her as she swayed, her voice filled with worry: "Miss~"

Lin Qianqian looked at the eerie little figure covered in needles in front of her, and a chill ran down her spine, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body.

But she was honest and clear-headed, and believed she had a clear conscience. So she straightened her back, opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, and looked directly at Murong Yi without fear, her tone firm yet tinged with indignation: "Your Highness, what are you doing giving me this? I don't know!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi let out a cold snort, his face full of disdain and anger, the ferocity in his eyes growing even stronger. He suddenly flung his hand, throwing the little figure hard onto the table with a thud, causing the teacups on the table to shake.

"Hmph! You still don't know how to repent! This fabric is yours, and you won't even admit it!" He glared angrily, pointed at the little man, and shouted loudly, the muscles on his face twitching slightly with rage.

Lin Qianqian's brows furrowed instantly, and she subconsciously walked quickly to the table and reached out to touch the fabric.

The feel of it made her heart skip a beat. It was indeed her own fabric, but how did it end up here, and how did it get turned into such a horrifying little figure, covered in needles? She was filled with questions, her mind racing, but she couldn't figure it out no matter what.

Just as she was completely baffled, Murong Yi spoke again, his words like knives, piercing Lin Qianqian's heart: "In front of me, you and Wan'er address each other as sisters, acting all intimate. But when I'm not here? You make things difficult for her at every turn, tormenting her in every way you can! Do you know your mistake?"

Murong Yi looked down at Lin Qianqian, her eyes filled with disgust and disappointment, as if the person in front of her was a heinous criminal.

These words struck Lin Qianqian's heart like a heavy hammer.

Her eyes instantly reddened, filled with grievance and disbelief. Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't speak for a moment. Her once straight back bent slightly, as if she had been bent over by this unwarranted accusation.

Lin Qianqian felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and instantly concluded that Su Wan'er must have been behind this.

Hot tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down her cheeks. But her stubbornness wouldn't allow her to show weakness. She raised her hand and forcefully wiped the tears away, a mocking and desperate sneer tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on Murong Yi, and took heavy, labored steps toward him. Her eyes held endless disappointment and questioning, and her voice trembled slightly with emotion: "Murong Yi, you said you would always believe in me, right?"

Seeing her young mistress like this, Xiaodie felt heartbroken and anxiously called out, "Miss!"

Upon hearing Lin Qianqian's words, Murong Yi was startled. "I..." she uttered only one word before stopping.

After a brief moment of panic, he quickly regained his composure and said sternly, "I did say I would believe you! But the evidence is irrefutable. How can I believe you now!"

"Just because this little mannequin is made of my cloth, you're concluding that I made it? You didn't even bother to investigate properly!"

Lin Qianqian was filled with grievance and anger, and questioned him in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, her heart felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles. The vows they had made to each other were so fragile in the face of this so-called "evidence."

She couldn't believe that Murong Yi, who had once vowed to always believe in her, would now doubt her so easily.

"This..." Murong Yi was speechless for a moment when asked the question. He pondered for a while, feeling extremely conflicted and anxious.

Looking at Lin Qianqian's pitiful appearance, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, wavering between two options.

But soon, the image of Su Wan'er, pitiful and tearful, appeared in his mind.

Finally, Murong Yi gritted her teeth and hardened her heart, looking at Lin Qianqian with a hint of helplessness and reproach in her voice: "I swore an oath to always believe in you, and those vows still echo in my ears. All this time, I've been by your side, giving you all my love, but I've neglected Wan'er's feelings. She cries every day, yet she has to pretend everything is alright in front of me. She's already so pitiful, why can't you be more lenient with her? You're being far too harsh on her."

As she spoke, Murong Yi frowned, her eyes still showing a hint of reluctance, but more so pity for Su Wan'er and dissatisfaction with Lin Qianqian.

Tears welled up in Lin Qianqian's eyes, but she forced them back, her expression filled with disappointment and mockery as she questioned Murong Yi: "These were all words Su Wan'er said to you through tears, weren't they?" Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of suppressed anger.

Murong Yi nodded calmly without hesitation and replied simply, "That's right!"

Lin Qianqian could no longer hold back and let out a cold laugh, her laughter filled with sorrow: "Hmph! Do you really understand what kind of person Su Wan'er is? She's putting on an act for you, don't you know that?!" She was emotional, her eyes reddened, and she stared intently at Murong Yi, as if trying to see right through him.

Murong Yi frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face, and his tone hardened: "Wan'er and I grew up together, and we are mutually in love. Wan'er is gentle and virtuous; I know her character best. As for you, since entering the palace, you've caused trouble constantly. Today's matter is beyond doubt, yet you still refuse to admit it. What are your true intentions?" He stared intently at Lin Qianqian, his eyes filled with suspicion and dissatisfaction, as if Lin Qianqian were the one with ulterior motives.

Lin Qianqian threw her head back and laughed, but her laughter was full of sorrow and despair. The muscles on her face were slightly distorted due to her emotional agitation, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

She abruptly stopped laughing, her finger trembling as she pointed at Murong Yi, her eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely, "Murong Yi, you're a fool! You're the biggest and most stupid fool in the whole world!"

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and she was no longer the gentle woman she usually was. Her grievances and anger surged out like a flood bursting its banks.

Murong Yi was completely enraged by this sudden insult. Her face instantly turned bright red, veins bulged on her forehead, her finger trembled as she pointed at Lin Qianqian, and her lips quivered with anger: "Lin Qianqian! You—"

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and raging fury.

Lin Qianqian was not afraid at all. She stared at Murong Yi with wide eyes and red eyes, as if she wanted to convey all the resentment in her heart through her gaze.

The servants around were so frightened by the heated argument that they stood frozen in place, not daring to breathe, exchanging bewildered glances with eyes full of fear and unease.

Xiaodie was also taken aback by the scene before her and stood there helplessly.

Just then, Xiao Huaijin on the bed suddenly burst into tears, as if she had been awakened by the fierce argument and shouting.

Xiaodie then came to her senses, hurriedly ran to the bedside, carefully picked up Xiao Huaijin, gently patted his back, and softly comforted him, "Don't cry, don't cry..."

But Xiao Huaijin continued to cry and fuss, her cries sounding particularly abrupt and jarring in the tense atmosphere.