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

Chapter 133 Su Wan'er is furious: She smashes Huan'er's clothes.

Wuming frowned, pacing back and forth in the room, his expression full of anxiety: "Why haven't they come back yet! I hope something has happened!"

Xiao Die waved her hand lightly, her tone cheerful: "Oh, it'll be alright~ Maybe the prince was too drunk. And the princess, a weak woman, how could she possibly have the strength to carry him back! Hmm~" She pouted as she pondered, "He probably stayed there!"

Wuming's eyes widened, and his voice rose: "What! What do we do then?"

Xiaodie stepped forward and comforted her, "Oh, don't worry! Here, you go to sleep first, I'll go out and look for it!"

Just as Xiaodie was about to go out, Wuming stepped forward and stopped her. "Wait, it's so late and dark. It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll go with you!"

Xiaodie tilted her head slightly and refused with a smile, "Oh, no need! I'll go! You just wait here!"

Just then, Afu slowly walked over and asked in confusion, "Hey~ where are you guys going?"

Wuming and Xiaodie exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of awkwardness in each other's eyes. Xiaodie spoke first, "The Prince and Princess haven't returned yet, I'll go check!" Wuming quickly added, "Me too..."

Afu raised his hand to signal them to calm down and said, "Wait a minute, there's no need to go. A waiter from the restaurant came to the Prince's residence just now and said that the Prince is dead drunk and can't leave for the time being, so he's staying there temporarily. The Princess is staying to take care of him!"

The nameless man exclaimed in shock, "What?!"

Xiaodie suddenly realized, and a smile, like that of an aunt, unconsciously appeared on her lips: "Oh, I see..."

Xiaodie's eyes sparkled, and she said with a hint of smugness, "See? I told you it was nothing! Not only is it nothing, it even helps them get along! Hehe~~"

Wuming remained silent, his brows furrowed, and a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Xiaodie glanced at him sideways, pouted, and said, "Alright, since everything's fine, it's getting late, go to sleep!" Seeing Wuming standing there like a wooden statue, Xiaodie shook her head helplessly, then turned to go to sleep. "If you're not going, then I will~"

Wuming watched Xiaodie's departing figure, sighed softly, slowly raised his head to look at the sky, his gaze deep and distant, lost in thought, the loneliness on his face becoming more and more obvious in the night.

Su Wan'er's eyes were glazed over as she muttered to herself, "The prince really hasn't returned. Could it be that she's really tired of me? No, impossible! Absolutely impossible! The prince is mine, he's mine!" At the end, her eyes widened in anger, and she slammed her hand on the table.

Huan'er shrank her neck, speaking timidly and cautiously: "Your Highness, it's getting late, why don't you rest first!"

Su Wan'er glared at her fiercely, her anger burning: "Sleep, sleep, all you know is sleep! The prince hasn't even come back yet, how can I sleep! Humph! Just looking at you makes me furious, you traitor! Get out! Get out of here!" As she cursed, she reached out and hit Huan'er hard.

Huan'er bit her lip tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, but she dared not resist in the slightest and could only silently endure it.

Su Wan'er narrowed her eyes and muttered viciously, "Lin Qianqian! It must be Lin Qianqian! That vixen has stolen the prince's heart!"

Huan'er then added, trying to comfort her, "Actually, the Ninth Princess is a very nice person, and she is the true... Ah!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Su Wan'er threw a teacup at her, causing blood to flow from Huan'er's forehead. Huan'er felt a sharp pain but could only endure it silently.

Su Wan'er didn't care at all and roared, "Shut up! You brat, how dare you speak up for her? Let me tell you, there is only one Ninth Princess Consort, and that is me! Now and always!!! Get out! Get out of here! I never want to see you again! Get out!"

After hearing this, Huan'er lowered her head and left silently.

Su Wan'er snorted coldly, her brows furrowed, and she angrily flicked her sleeves, striding towards the bedside to loosen her clothes and prepare to sleep.