Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 238

Nalan Jingwen did not answer his question, but stared at his thin and haggard face without saying a word. He was indeed more beautiful, but also more frail, looking light and airy, as if he would be blown away by the wind.

In this weather, the wind is biting cold. Apart from a few vendors, there are few pedestrians on the street. Everyone is staying at home waiting for the cold winter to pass. After nightfall, the temperature drops sharply and the cold is biting. Every breath you exhale seems to freeze into frost. Moreover, Nalan Yin is dressed so thinly. He is already weak. How can he endure such hardship?

For some reason, a sense of unease welled up inside her, and the words she spoke lacked warmth.

"Dressed like this, you still managed to come alive to see me, the king."

Nalan Jingwen rarely uttered such harsh words, speaking in a roundabout and sarcastic manner, but today he seemed to be doing something different.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nalan Yin's originally dark and silent eyes lit up instantly, as if sparks of light had been ignited, clearly visible in the darkness.

Even with such a cold tone, Nalan Yin heard it as nothing less than concern. She looked down at her clothes, took a few steps forward, grasped Nalan Jingwen's hand, and gazed at him with bright eyes.

"Is Your Highness concerned about Yin'er?"

Nalan Jingwen felt the hands holding hers. She hadn't paid attention before, but now she noticed something was wrong. They were unusually cold, as if she were holding a block of ice. Her brows furrowed even more.

She didn't speak, but instead squeezed Nalan Yin's hand and called out, "Someone come here!"

She looked down at his unusually pale face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nalan Yin's eyes flickered, but she quickly regained her composure and said with a smile, "I just caught a cold recently, it's nothing serious."

Nalan Jingwen stared intently at his face, and seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he said nothing more and waited for Cheng He to come in.

Nalan Yin looked at her tense jaw and, seeing that she didn't shake him off, was overjoyed. A warm feeling spread from her heart. She lowered her head and smiled, holding Nalan Jingwen's hand even tighter.

Despite the somewhat eerie atmosphere, a human head still sits on the table.

The door was pushed open, and Nalan Jingwen looked up, but was taken aback when he saw who had come in.

"How did you come?"

Xue Qingheng walked in slowly, bathed in the soft moonlight, which seemed to coat him with a faint glow, making him appear even more ethereal and unattainable.

His expression was indifferent, but his gaze fell on Nalan Yin, then on their tightly clasped hands. His eyes darkened, and as if he were on his own turf, he walked up to Nalan Jingwen. His cold eyes stared into Nalan Jingwen's eyes, as if he didn't see Nalan Yin, and he said, "I said I would come to find you."

After saying that, his gaze turned dangerous when it fell on the wound on her neck.

"Are you injured?"

Nalan Jingwen touched her neck; the blood had dried and congealed, so there was nothing seriously wrong. She waved her hand and said, "It's nothing."

She had forgotten about the monthly recurrence, but it's been over two months and she hasn't had a relapse yet, so it seems the last time was quite effective.

From the moment Nalan Yin saw Xue Qingheng, he became alert. When he saw Xue Qingheng approaching Nalan Jingwen, he instinctively stood in front of Nalan Jingwen, a hint of ferocity flashing in his dark eyes.

Xue Qingheng completely ignored Nalan Yin's little actions, probably because he didn't take him seriously at all, and only had eyes for Nalan Jingwen.

Nalan Jingwen sensed the strange atmosphere between the two, but didn't say anything. His gaze went past Xue Qingheng's shoulder and landed on Cheng He, who was standing at the door, looking bewildered and unsure of what to do.

"Go and get a cloak."

"Alright, this old servant will go right away."

Cheng He nodded hurriedly and left as fast as the wind could carry him.

Xue Qingheng made no movement throughout, simply standing in front of her and listening to her speak. Only then did he glance at Nalan Yin's thin clothes as if bestowing a favor, his eyes darkening slightly as he lowered his gaze to conceal the turmoil within, before reverting to his indifferent expression.

Cheng He quickly brought the cloak and handed it to Nalan Jingwen. She looked at the two exceptionally handsome men, whom she had never seen before, and wondered why they were in her prince's study at this hour.

Although she was puzzled, she didn't show it too much. It wasn't his place to ask about his master's affairs. After calming herself down, she ignored the strange and stagnant atmosphere in the study and asked, "Your Highness, is there anything else you need?"

Nalan Jing thought for a moment, then, without bothering to hide it from others, asked, "Have the King's Consort and the two young masters rested?"

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became even more strange. Nalan Yin lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. Xue Qingheng's aura turned colder, and it was unclear whether Nalan Jing was mistaken, but his complexion looked rather unwell.

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort has not yet retired. He is probably handling matters in the manor. The two young masters retired early."

Nalan Jingwen nodded. Rong Hengyu was probably waiting for her since he hadn't rested yet. She glanced at Xue Qingheng, who was staring at her, and after thinking for a moment, she instructed, "Let the King Consort rest early. He doesn't need to wait for me."

"Yes."

Cheng He withdrew in response. Nalan Jingwen finally turned his attention back, placed the cloak in Nalan Yin's arms, and said in a deep voice, "Put it on yourself."

Nalan Yin was a little stunned when a fluffy cloak was suddenly stuffed into her arms. Then she quickly smelled the familiar scent on the cloak, and her originally depressed mood suddenly eased, with a hint of a smile appearing in her eyes.

"Yin'er knows that Your Highness cares about Yin'er."

He originally wanted Nalan Jingwen to help him put on the clothes, but seeing Nalan Jingwen's current attitude, if he pushed too hard, it would backfire. It would be better to take it step by step and let Nalan Jingwen accept his existence.

As soon as he said that, he felt a cold gaze fixed on him, but his smile widened, completely ignoring the gaze.

"Prince Yin? As far as I know, Prince Yin has already married the Second Princess of Su Shui, and now..."

His words were brief and to the point, but the meaning was self-evident.

"What's it to you? I have no idea why the Grand Preceptor Xue has come to the Prince's residence in the middle of the night. Could it be to discuss official business? But why not during the day, and choose this hour of the night? Is this the custom in Qilin? Isn't it a bit too unrestrained?"

Nalan Yin spoke without holding back, openly and subtly mocking Xue Qingheng for his lack of self-control, secretly meeting with a woman in the middle of the night, thus exposing his intentions to the world.

But isn't he the same?

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

But Nalan Yin was thick-skinned and didn't care.

Except when he bowed his head before Nalan Jingwen, Xue Qingheng always maintained an aloof and detached demeanor in front of others. He was indifferent to Nalan Yin's words and they did not affect him at all.

Hearing that the two were about to quarrel, Nalan Jing gave Xue Qingheng a warning look, then looked at Nalan Yin, released his hand, and gave him the order to leave, "It's getting late, you should go back. Or do you want me to send someone to escort you?"

Nalan Yin's smile froze, and she asked incredulously, "Your Majesty wants to send Yin'er away?"