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

Chapter 44

"Halt! Who's in the carriage!"

The carriage was stopped. "Everyone on board must get off for a routine check."

Nalan Jingwen glanced at the eyeglass pool and transmitted his voice to Hongyun. Upon receiving the order, Hongyun immediately spoke.

"They dare to stop the carriage of the Prince Xian's residence?!"

As she spoke, she took out a token. The inspectors were startled. The moment they saw the token, everyone knelt down. Some of the common people were confused and bewildered, and were pulled down to kneel by the people next to them.

"what happened?"

"Do you want to die? That's the Wise Prince! The Wise Prince has returned to the capital!"

"What?! Your Highness! Wasn't she missing?!"

"Shh! Shut up, do you even want to live anymore!"

Every whisper reached Nalan Jingwen's ears; the name of the Wise King truly inspired fear in all who heard it.

"Welcome back to the capital, Your Highness! Allow him to pass immediately!"

The carriage slowly drove into the city, and everyone was filled with fear and unease until it was completely out of sight.

Nalan Jingwen sat calmly in the carriage, his movements leisurely. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and savored the pleasant aroma.

She was being hunted down and should have kept a low profile, but this time she made such a public statement. The Prince Xian's return to the capital will surely be known to many people. Rather than hiding like this, it would be better to release the news of her return to the capital and let those hiding in the shadows take the initiative to strike.

Moreover, we are now in Fengtian Capital, right under the Emperor's nose. If anything happens to her, no one can escape the consequences.

"Your Majesty, we are here."

Now that they were back, they stopped hiding it and changed their address back to what they used to call them.

The curtain was pulled open, and Nalan Jingwen stepped out of the carriage. Before her eyes was the gate of the Prince Xian's Mansion, with a plaque hanging high, inscribed by the Empress herself, showing how favored she was. Even though she hadn't returned to the mansion for so long, she hadn't fallen into disgrace. The moment the guards at the gate saw her, they quickly stepped forward.

"Your Majesty!"

Nalan Jing responded and glanced around. Many people were secretly watching her, their faces full of shock. When she caught them red-handed, they hurriedly turned their faces away.

She stepped inside, and a middle-aged woman rushed over with an anxious expression and hurried steps. She knelt down in front of Nalan Jingwen with a thud, her voice shrill and mournful.

"Your Highness! You're back! You're finally back! I was so worried about you."

Nalan Jingwen lowered her eyes, took two steps back without making a sound, and avoided the hand that was trying to grab her trouser leg.

"Get up and talk."

This is Cheng He, the steward of the Prince's mansion. She was given to her by her father and has been with her since childhood. After she was made a prince, she became the steward of the mansion.

Chenghe didn't notice anything unusual, but he was crying uncontrollably with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Your Highness, are you injured? You must be exhausted from your journey. I heard you were missing and I was so worried that I couldn't eat or sleep. His Majesty often came to the manor to ask if you had returned, but each time he returned disappointed."

Nalan Jingwen remained calm, looked her over, and then said, "Don't cry, or people will think I'm dead."

"Pah, pah, pah! How can you say that, Your Highness? You are blessed with good fortune and a long life, how could you die! You will surely live to be a hundred!"

Cheng He looked terrified and kept spitting.

"Then stop crying, it's giving me a headache."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng He looked at her with a hurt and aggrieved expression, wanting to say something but not daring to. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that something had happened to her.

"I am hungry."

Cheng He immediately put away that expression and said with concern, "Your Highness must have suffered a lot outside. You've become so thin from hunger, your face is so thin. This old servant has already told the kitchen to prepare a meal. Please rest for a while, the food will be served soon."

Nalan Jingwen nodded, stepped inside, and then heard a sound behind him.

Looking back, one sees Mirror Pool fallen to the ground, with a somewhat bewildered Red Cloud standing beside it.

Nalan Jingwen frowned. "What's going on?"

Hongyun immediately knelt down.

"Your Highness, this young master won't let me touch him."

Nalan Jingwen then turned his gaze to Jingchi. His face was calm, and he tried to stand up, but due to his injuries, he was unable to do so.

Why not let Hongyun help you?

Her tone was slightly somber.

Jingchi looked up at her, then lowered his head and remained silent.

Nalan Jingwen walked over and forcibly lifted his chin, forcing him to look directly at him.

Why not let Hongyun help you?

She repeated herself, emphasizing her words. Perhaps realizing that she was angry, Jingchi finally spoke.

"She is a woman..."

"..."

Nalan Jingwen fell silent. He wouldn't let other women touch him? Did someone like him, a former assassin, care about the difference between men and women?

After Jingchi finished speaking, he stared straight at her, his handsome face slightly blank.

Nalan Jingwen released his chin and turned to enter the mansion.

"Find a man and bring him in."

After saying that, he ignored him.

"Yes."

Cheng He, standing to the side, kept his eyes downcast, glanced at Hong Yun with an ambiguous expression, then looked at the glasses pool and scrutinized him.

She has a great figure and a very beautiful face; she's truly exceptional.

They're just not very obedient; they actually dare to cause the prince worry!

However, he was completely different from the men before. Did the prince now prefer this kind of man?

Cheng He's gaze was undisguised, making Jing Chi very uncomfortable. It was as if he wanted to strip him naked and look at him. He lowered his eyes, concealing the murderous intent in them, and once again appeared silent and wooden.

Cheng He stopped paying too much attention to others, and finally gave Hong Yun a cold, warning look before turning around and chasing after his master.

"Your Highness! Please wait for this old servant!"

The dinner table.

Cheng He stood beside Nalan Jingwen, watching her eat, her eyes filled with heartache.

Damn it, what a tragedy! How did her prince get so thin? He doesn't even smile anymore. He must have suffered a lot.

Her gaze was so blatant that it was impossible for Nalan Jingwen not to notice. He glanced at her, and Cheng He immediately served her food and stopped her hand.

Cheng He was at a loss.

Nalan Jing asked, "Have you sent the food to Jingchi?"

"Who?"

He quickly realized what was happening and said, "This old servant will have someone send it over immediately!"

After she went out to give the instructions, she returned, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Just tell me what you have to say."

Cheng He smiled and asked, "Your Highness, is it the same as before, that you will be given a rank?"

If Mirror Pool was something the prince had snatched back from outside, then it should be living in a special courtyard, just like before. But this time, the prince brought it back personally, and it was not only injured but also got off a carriage, so its status is naturally extraordinary. This made her a little unsure of where to let it stay.

"He is my bodyguard, always by my side protecting me."

"Oh, it's a guard... What? A guard!"

Nalan Jingwen glanced at her for no apparent reason. Realizing she had lost her composure, she smiled awkwardly.

"If he is the prince's guard, where should we arrange for him to stay? Or should he stay with the other guards in the mansion?"