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

Chapter 306 Encouraging Murong Han to Cheer Up

The Fifth Prince's Mansion is now desolate. Withered yellow leaves have fallen and piled up in the corners, withered flower branches shiver in the wind, and a few withered trees stand crookedly, their branches stretching weakly towards the gray sky.

In the backyard, Murong Han sat alone on a stone bench, exuding a cold aura that kept people at a distance. He stood upright, his face stern, and his deep eyes held an unfathomable light.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if burdened with endless worries and sorrows. He sighed softly from time to time, the sighs carried by the autumn wind and dissipating in the chilly courtyard, as if telling of untold helplessness and anxieties.

At this moment, the wet nurse, Chen Yulian, hurried over with small, quick steps. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her face was full of worry. She walked to Murong Han's side, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Your Highness, you have been sitting for an hour. The weather is getting colder and colder. Please don't catch a chill!"

Murong Han slowly came back to his senses, raised his eyes to look at Granny Chen, the desolation in his expression had not completely faded, and he forced a smile, "Nanny, I'm fine, you don't need to worry." After saying that, he lowered his head and sighed softly.

Chen Yulian's gaze fell upon his increasingly gaunt face, her eyes reddening slightly, filled with heartache and helplessness. She spoke softly, her voice choked with emotion: "Your Highness is someone I've watched grow up. How could I not know what Your Highness is thinking? Ever since Miss Xue shaved her head and became a nun, you've changed completely."

Murong Han's mouth opened slightly, "Wet nurse..."

Chen Yulian sighed helplessly and continued, "Although you haven't said anything, I've seen you daydreaming and losing your appetite all the time. You... are you missing Miss Xue...?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Han's body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with melancholy and sorrow.

He sighed helplessly, his voice low and hoarse, as if carrying endless loneliness: "Xiang'er and I grew up together. Alas, my cousin, though a bit willful in her daily life, is incredibly fierce and devoted when it comes to love. Her feelings for Fourth Brother are as clear as day. When Fourth Brother became a monk, severing his ties to the world, she also resolutely severed her ties with the mortal realm. This... this is the pain of love, like a dull knife, slowly torturing her heart, and tearing at my liver and intestines as well."

Chen Yulian tilted her head slightly, looked at the wisp of cloud on the horizon, sighed softly, her expression full of helplessness and emotion, and slowly said, "Alas, what is love in this world that makes people willing to die for each other?" Her voice seemed to carry the sighs of time.

Murong Han lowered his gaze, staring at the fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind at his feet. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of relief yet unable to conceal his concern: "This is for the best. For her, it is also a kind of outcome. I hope that in the future she can find inner peace by the company of the ancient lamp and the Buddha, and no longer be burdened by the love and affection of this world."

Chen Yulian turned around to face Murong Han, her eyes filled with concern and affection. She spoke earnestly, “Your Highness, the past is the past. Dwelling on it only adds to your troubles. You are still young, with a long life ahead of you. It’s time to look forward, think more about yourself, and live for yourself. Your marriage should also be on the agenda. This palace needs a mistress to manage your household affairs, to accompany you, and to share peaceful years together.” As she spoke, she gently patted Murong Han’s arm, trying to convey strength and warmth to him.

Upon hearing Chen Yulian's words, Murong Han's face showed a faint smile, a smile as gentle yet fleeting as a spring breeze, carrying a hint of reluctance and perfunctoriness.

He nodded slightly, remaining silent, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Chen Yulian's concerned eyes, as if deliberately evading the topic.

After a moment, he slowly rose, his movements somewhat sluggish, as if each step carried endless unspoken thoughts. As he stood, he gently straightened his sleeves, as if trying to organize his chaotic thoughts, and then walked silently toward his room, his figure appearing even more lonely in the dim light.

Chen Yulian stood there, watching Murong Han's figure gradually disappear into the distance, her eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and doting affection.

She gently shook her head, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turning up, the curve of which was full of tolerance and affection for Murong Han, her junior.

She sighed silently in her heart, knowing that the pain in Murong Han's heart would not dissipate in a short time. She could only hope that he could get out of the shadows as soon as possible and embrace a new life.