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

Chapter 124 Murong Yi's Birthday: Discarding the Nameless Pen Holder

Murong Yi's anger gradually subsided; his chest stopped heaving, and his expression softened. At this moment, Su Wan'er gracefully stepped into the study.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice as soft as a gentle stream: "Your Highness, what's wrong? Don't upset yourself." With that, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of concern and tenderness, and gently tugged at Murong Yi's sleeve, swaying it playfully.

When Murong saw that it was her, the gloom in his eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by endless love and doting: "Wan'er, it's alright, it's just a small matter that disturbed my mind."

Su Wan'er blinked and smiled sweetly: "Your Highness, your birthday is coming soon. Is there anything you would like to receive?"

Murong Yi gently raised his hand, tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, and shook his head with a smile: "As long as Wan'er is happy, I am happy. What Wan'er desires is what I desire."

Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er's eyes lit up instantly, her joy overflowing, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks, like peach blossoms blooming in spring.

Her lips curved slightly upward, forming a charming smile. Her eyes were filled with pride and happiness. She leaned closer to Murong Yi and whispered, "Your Highness treats Wan'er so well."

Murong Yi gazed at Su Wan'er with deep affection and longing in his eyes. He slowly reached out and gently placed his hand on Su Wan'er's waist, pulling her closer.

Su Wan'er nestled into Murong Yi's arms, her cheek gently pressed against his chest, where she could clearly hear his steady heartbeat. Murong Yi lowered his head, his nose lightly touching Su Wan'er's hair, inhaling its fragrance, his heart filled with tenderness.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Qixi Festival, which was also Murong Yi's birthday, the palace was filled with a joyous and festive atmosphere.

Outside the ornately decorated palace, colorful lanterns hung high, like stars fallen to earth. On both sides of the palace walls, flowers bloomed in profusion, their fragrant aroma filling the air. Princes, ministers, and noblewomen in their magnificent court robes strolled among them, their laughter and chatter creating a lively atmosphere.

In the Imperial Garden, tables were laden with delicacies, exquisitely decorated with carved dragon and phoenix designs, rare fruits piled high like small mountains, and wine shimmering in luminous cups.

The Emperor sat in a high position, with the Empress beside him, both dignified and graceful. The Empress Dowager, her face full of affection, glanced at everyone. Murong Yi stood tall and imposing, while Su Wan'er sat beside him like a little bird, occasionally whispering and laughing softly. The intimacy between them was obvious to everyone.

Lin Qianqian sat quietly opposite her, her light-colored dress making her look gentle and charming. Xiao Die stood respectfully behind her, her eyes curiously observing the lively scene around her.

Musicians played elegant string and wind instruments, the melodious tunes lingering in the ears of the crowd. As the music rose, the dancers, like ethereal fairies, lightly touched the ground with their toes, their robes fluttering. Their graceful figures, like willow branches swaying in the wind, exuded boundless charm with every sway of their waists. As they twirled, their skirts billowed into dazzling flowers, some as red as the morning glow, others as white as fresh snow, reflecting off the magnificent palace, creating a dreamlike and enchanting scene.

The lead dancer had a beautiful face, starry eyes, and eyebrows like distant mountains. Her dance steps were light and rhythmic, each step seemingly touching the heartstrings of the audience, drawing everyone's attention.

With a gentle smile, the Emperor leaned forward slightly and looked at Murong Yi, saying, "Ninth Brother, today is both the Qixi Festival and your birthday. Look at the palace, it's bustling and festive everywhere. Are you satisfied?"

Murong Yi quickly stood up, bowed to the Emperor, and then politely replied, "I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's care and kindness. Thank you very much!"

The two brothers chatted back and forth, their friendship growing stronger with each exchange, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

The guests gathered around, offering their respectful congratulations to Murong Yi and presenting their carefully prepared gifts. In no time, rare antiques and fine silks piled up like mountains. Murong Yi smiled and thanked them one by one. The guests then began to eat and drink to their hearts' content, laughter echoing throughout the banquet.

Su Wan'er sat beside Murong Yi, her eyes fixed on the dazzling array of jewelry, her gaze filled with greed and delight. Her hands roamed lightly among the beads and jade, and she occasionally let out exclamations of surprise. Then, she nestled into Murong Yi's arms coquettishly and said, "Your Highness, these treasures are so beautiful, Wan'er loves them so much."

At this moment, Lin Qianqian walked over with Xiaodie and Wuming. Lin Qianqian called softly, "Your Highness~" Murong Yi looked at her with disdain, and when he looked up at Wuming, his face instantly turned cold and gloomy.

Unaware of what was happening, Lin Qianqian handed the pen holder she had made to Murong Yi and said, "Your Highness, this is a birthday gift I prepared for you. It is not luxurious, but it is a token of my affection."

Before Murong Yi could respond, Su Wan'er scoffed and said sarcastically, "Oh, what is this? So shabby, how can your taste be so..."

Murong Yi took the pen holder, a slightly mocking smile playing on her lips, and said, "Miss Lin's gift is truly unique."

Lin Qianqian was furious upon hearing this, but not wanting to lose her composure in this setting, she merely frowned slightly. After a pause, she slowly said, "Your Highness, please don't underestimate this pen holder. It was meticulously crafted by Wuming. He carefully selected the materials and was extremely meticulous in the production process, pouring countless efforts into every cut. The care and love contained within it cannot be compared to any gold or silver jewelry."

Wuming scratched his head, lowered his head shyly, a blush rising on his face, and chuckled softly.

Upon hearing that the pen holder was made by an unknown person, Murong Yi's face instantly darkened, becoming as gloomy as a storm cloud. He gripped the pen holder tightly, his gaze sharp as a knife as he scrutinized it repeatedly, his eyes seeming to want to dissect it. After a moment, he abruptly raised his hand and forcefully threw the pen holder away.

The moment the pen holder was ruthlessly thrown away, Wuming felt a jolt in his heart, and he froze instantly, staring blankly at the nearly shattered pen holder lying on the ground, his face full of disappointment and disbelief.

Xiaodie was also shocked by this sudden scene, her face paled, her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, looking incredulous.

Su Wan'er smiled and looked smug, as if everything was exactly what she wanted.

Seeing this, Lin Qianqian frowned. She stared directly at Murong Yi, her voice trembling slightly with anger: "Murong Yi! You've gone too far! This was Wuming's kind intention, how could you..."

Murong Yi seemed not to hear Lin Qianqian's angry rebuke. His gaze shot fiercely at Wuming like a sharp arrow, his disgust and jealousy undisguised, his eyes seeming to pierce through Wuming.

He then stared at Lin Qianqian's face with his cold gaze for a few seconds before turning and striding away.

With a victorious smile on her face, Su Wan'er triumphantly lifted her skirt and quickly followed behind Murong Yi.

Lin Qianqian stared blankly at Murong Yi's departing figure until it completely disappeared from sight before slowly turning her gaze away. Her eyes then slowly moved to the shattered pen holder on the ground, her eyes filled with heartache and disappointment.

She gently crouched down and carefully picked up the broken pieces of wood. Her fingers trembled slightly, her eyes gradually reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

That pen holder once held the nameless efforts and their friendship, but now it was destroyed. Her joy and expectations, like the broken pen holder, vanished into nothingness, leaving only endless sorrow and sadness spreading in her heart.