Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!-Chapter 180 - 149: The Warmth and Coldness of People (Part 2)

Later, the Princess comforted me for a long time. She thought I was afraid to speak, but I simply did not want to.

I wanted to have the same tastes, the same preferences as the Princess.

"I love Your Highness’s gentle attentiveness."

When I first lost my sight, I resented my father deeply. I hated that he wouldn’t stand up for me, hated that he blamed me even though he knew it was the Concubine’s fault, hated that my mother left so early, hated everyone.

As a child, a fortune teller once read my fate, saying I was a lonely star of destruction, destined to bring about my mother’s death, my father’s death, the demise of everyone close to me, and ultimately the downfall of the nation.

But my father said that such a fate was that of a General, and from then on, he had extremely high expectations of me. I understood my father’s well-meaning intentions and always listened to him.

Yet it wasn’t until my mother passed away that I realized what my father wanted wasn’t a son, but an heir. Whether it was me or the sons of concubines in our family, we were all merely his tools.

The Princess was very gentle and kind to me. I couldn’t understand why she treated me so well, but I knew she always patted my head. The warmth of her palm seemed to warm my cold body, and my heart along with it.

The Princess told me not to keep asking why. Sometimes a person doesn’t need any reason to be kind to another.

"I cherish every word you say to me, Your Highness."

Brother Ranchen, follow me... Do you remember? There’s a round table here; don’t bump into it... From the table, walk this way, about ten steps to the door; from there you can get out... There’s a threshold here, you have to step over it... Count the steps when going down, or you’ll fall.

Yi Fen, Yi Fen Palace, to this day, it’s still the warmest memory I hold in my heart.

"I want to marry Your Highness, I can..." do anything for you, risk the condemnation of the world for you, and even... die for you.

But Wen Ranchen opened his mouth, unable to utter the rest, knowing all too well that he was not in the Princess’s heart. The Princess was wary of him, and even if he said it, she would not believe him.

He knew that the Princess had ulterior motives for agreeing to marry him. He always knew, yet he was willing.

Wen Ranchen unconsciously held his breath, not daring to move, only hearing his own heart pounding fiercely, a pain that seemed like it was going to shatter, as he lowered his eyes, hiding the thoughts within.

His thumb lightly rubbed his forefinger, soundlessly.

Shen Jingxian leaned closer to him, "You can do what?"

Wen Ranchen was startled by the Princess’s sudden closeness, lifting his head, with reddened eyes meeting directly into Shen Jingxian’s gaze.

Only then did she realize Wen Ranchen’s eyes were amber, reminding her inexplicably of a saying: "Wildfire in the distance, the distance in your amber eyes." Stripped of their fierceness, only tenderness remained, and being stared at with such eyes, one could easily become captivated.

"Do not allow the cup to be too deeply filled with amber, for the intention to become drunk will already blend within."

Shen Jingxian originally wanted to discern some clue from Wen Ranchen’s expression, yet instead, she found herself enchanted first.

"Nothing," Wen Ranchen said hoarsely.

Shen Jingxian turned her face away and complained, "You leave your words unfinished, leaving people hanging."

Wen Ranchen fell silent. He stared at the Princess, lost in thought, but his eyes gradually softened.

In front of Shen Jingxian, Wen Ranchen always shed his shell of pretense, and the little tenderness he had was all given to the person before him.

Shen Jingxian looked at Wen Ranchen, obediently lowering his eyes in front of her, and in a daze thought—like a dog.

So strange, she felt like she had made this kind of remark before.

After Wen Ranchen stopped speaking, Shen Jingxian also remained silent, plunging the room into an eerie silence. Shen Jingxian’s thoughts began to drift, wandering here and there, and then she recalled the fish soup from earlier.

The taste was truly strange.

Come to think of it, aren’t the male protagonists in novels supposed to be good cooks, capable of roasting a rabbit in the wild so deliciously it tantalizes half the female lead’s taste buds or something like that?

How come with Wen Ranchen, even brewing fish soup resulted in such a bizarre taste?

Could it be that because she wasn’t the female lead, she couldn’t enjoy the female lead’s privileges?

How annoying.

However, she had always thought Wen Ranchen was infallible, and now finding something he wasn’t very good at, it finally allowed Shen Jingxian to see a glimmer of reality in him.

It’s right that nobody is perfect; if someone were too perfect, she would be afraid.

Shen Jingxian’s lips curled slightly. Wen Ranchen, noticing the Princess’s mood had seemingly improved, seized the opportunity to ask, "Why are you so happy, Princess?"