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

Chapter 4 Anxiety before marriage

After her confrontation with Aunt Liu and her daughter in the main hall, Lin Xiaoqian's life in the Prime Minister's mansion seemed to have temporarily returned to peace, but in reality, undercurrents were surging. At this time, another worry quietly surfaced in her mind—her marriage to the Ninth Prince, Murong Yi.

Lin Xiaoqian, a soul from the modern era, possesses a resilience and decisiveness different from the original owner of this body. However, faced with an arranged marriage in this feudal era, she inevitably falls into deep anxiety. In her understanding, marriage should be based on love and mutual respect, but now she is to marry a man who utterly despises the original owner.

During the day, Lin Xiaoqian was busy in the mansion, tidying clothes or checking accounts, trying to distract herself with these trivial matters. But whenever she had a spare moment, her thoughts would involuntarily drift to the upcoming wedding.

She would sit by the window, staring blankly at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, pondering to herself: What kind of person is Murong Yi? Is his dislike for her truly so deep-rooted? After marrying into the royal family, how should she get along with him? Should she continue to endure his sarcastic remarks, or try to change the situation?

That night, Lin Qianqian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Xiao Die stayed by her bedside, her heart aching at the sight of her mistress. "Miss, don't think too much. There's always a way out," Xiao Die whispered, trying to comfort her. But these words did little to dispel the gloom in Lin Qianqian's heart.

Lin Qianqian sighed helplessly, "Xiao Die, you don't understand. This marriage is like an unknown abyss to me. I don't know what I'll face if I jump in. Murong Yi is of noble status, and there must be many rules and complicated interpersonal relationships in his palace. How can someone like me, who has been bullied in the Prime Minister's mansion, stand there?" Her voice was filled with helplessness and confusion, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

Xiaodie held Lin Qianqian's hand tightly: "Miss, no matter what, Xiaodie will stay with you. Don't be too discouraged. Maybe when the Ninth Prince sees the changes in you, he will look at you in a different light."

Lin Qianqian smiled bitterly: "I hope so. But these days before the wedding are so agonizing. I'm afraid I won't be able to cope with the unknown, afraid that my dignity will be trampled on again." Various terrible scenes kept flashing through her mind: being humiliated by Murong Yi, being ostracized by everyone in the Prince's Mansion, and dying alone in the deep courtyard... These thoughts haunted her like ghosts, making it hard for her to breathe.

To alleviate her anxiety, Lin Qianqian tried to relax by reading, just as she had in modern times. She searched through the Prime Minister's library, hoping to find a book that could soothe her soul. However, most of these ancient books were poems, essays, and historical texts, quite different from modern psychology and self-help books. Nevertheless, she forced herself to continue reading, attempting to draw strength from the wisdom of the ancients.

In this process, she gradually learned more about the marriage concepts and aristocratic etiquette of the era. She knew that she could no longer approach her upcoming wedding and married life with a modern mindset; she had to adapt to local customs as quickly as possible. Therefore, she began to consult with the matrons in the mansion about etiquette, learning how to behave properly at banquets, how to get along with elders, and how to manage the servants in the palace.

Although every step was difficult, Lin Qianqian's indomitable spirit always sustained her. She told herself that since she couldn't escape it, she would face it bravely. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, she would strive to fight for her own happiness and dignity. Even if she ultimately failed, she would have no regrets.

Days passed, and the wedding date drew ever closer. Lin Qianqian's pre-wedding anxiety didn't dissipate; instead, it intensified. But amidst this intense anxiety, her eyes grew ever more resolute. She was like a ship sailing through a storm, battered by the waves, yet steadfastly forging ahead towards the other shore, awaiting the final judgment of fate, and hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the unknown life of marriage.