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

Chapter 149 "What I, Xue Xiang, like, I must have!"

Xue Xiang stormed back to the Prince's mansion, covering her face and weeping. As soon as she entered the room, she began smashing things. She saw a ceramic vase on the table, raised her hand, and swept it away violently, smashing it to the ground with a crash, shattering it into pieces. Immediately afterward, she kicked the embroidered stool next to her, sending it rolling away with a loud bang.

Xue Xiang was furious, her face flushed red. She aimlessly threw the things around her while muttering to herself, her voice trembling with tears: "Murong Che, how could you do this to me! For so many years, you've been my whole heart and soul, but you've always been so cold to me. I hate you, I hate you so much!"

The Fifth Prince, Murong Han, was passing by leisurely when he suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the house. He raised an eyebrow, his face full of doubt, and subconsciously straightened his posture, walking slowly into the house.

Stepping into the room, Murong Han saw Xue Xiang's face contorted with anger, the floor a mess with broken pieces of objects scattered everywhere. Seeing this, Murong Han shook his head helplessly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and coldly said, "Why are you throwing such a tantrum again! And smashing things all over the place. Hmph! No need to guess, you must have gone to see Fourth Brother again."

Xue Xiang completely ignored him, still pouting angrily. Seeing this, Murong Han snorted, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He approached her with light steps, his voice instantly softening, as if it could melt water: "The matter you asked me to investigate, I've investigated it thoroughly for you. That day, it was purely a misunderstanding. That Lin Qianqian has absolutely no relation to Fourth Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang was instantly enraged. She stood up abruptly, her eyes wide as if spitting fire, and roared with all her might, "What do you mean it's nothing! I saw it with my own eyes, they were hugging each other tightly, they looked so lovey-dovey!"

Murong Han frowned slightly, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes. He raised his brows and asked tentatively, "How did you know? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Xue Xiang's face turned bright red with anger, like an enraged little beast. She roared urgently and irritably, "Of course I saw it! It's true, I saw it with my own eyes. Murong Che even scolded me mercilessly in front of her!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Han frowned deeply, his face filled with disbelief: "Is this really true?"

Xue Xiang stamped her feet in frustration and shouted, "Why would I lie to you! Do you think I would make up a lie?"

Murong Han fell into deep thought, his brows furrowed tightly together, as if in a knot.

Xue Xiang was furious. Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white, and she muttered angrily to herself, "We finally got rid of Xu Wanwan, and now Lin Qianqian has appeared!"

Upon hearing her words, Murong Han's expression changed drastically. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, his fingers like pincers, his eyes fixed on her as if trying to pierce through her. He roared, "What did you say?! You killed Xu Wanwan?"

Xue Xiang's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if struck by lightning. She suddenly realized she had let something slip. Her eyes panicked, quickly reddening, and her voice trembled with tears as she pitifully begged for forgiveness. She instantly deflated: "No! No! It wasn't me! Cousin, I'm so timid, how could I possibly do something to harm someone! You…you mustn't misunderstand me!"

Murong Han fell into deep thought, his eyes tightly closed, seemingly trying to piece together fragments of his memory. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness, and continued to glare fiercely at Xue Xiang, questioning her word by word: "I'm asking you, did you touch that packet of medicine in my cabinet?"

Xue Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darted around nervously, avoiding Murong Han's gaze. She bit her lower lip nervously until it almost bled, then pursed her lips, trying to appear calm, but her voice trembled slightly: "I, I didn't!!! What...what medicine! I don't know!" With that, she instinctively turned her back, but her whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf falling in the cold wind.

Upon seeing this, Murong Han immediately understood what was going on. He rushed forward, grabbed Xue Xiang's arms tightly, his fingers almost digging into her flesh, his eyes wide open, and shouted, "Look into my eyes, look!!!" This thunderous roar made Xue Xiang tremble with fear, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Murong Han's eyes were fixed on Xue Xiang, his gaze filled with a chilling and furious understanding. He said, word by word, "So, you took that packet of medicine not to feed the rats, but... to drug Xu Wanwan!"

Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with a fierce, clenched-teeth intensity. His facial muscles twitched slightly, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

Xue Xiang whirled around, her eyes wide with fury, and roared hoarsely, "Yes! It was me! So what? I hate her! What right does she have to compete with me for the Fourth Prince? She seduces him at every turn and even tries to get into his bed! I'm going to make her disappear! I hate her, I hate her to the core! She shouldn't even be around the Fourth Prince!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Han's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief, anger surging in his eyes, his face turning red, and his chest heaving violently.

Immediately afterward, he raised his hand and slapped Xue Xiang hard across the face with a loud "smack," roaring angrily, "You've gone completely mad!"

Xue Xiang was caught off guard by the slap. Her body jolted, and then she clenched her fists. She took a big step forward, her eyes wide open, her anger almost bursting out. She glared at Murong Han, her eyes reddening with extreme rage, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, and her teeth grinding together.

She glared at Murong Han, her voice trembling with anger, "You dare hit me! I've lost my parents since I was little, and I've placed all my hopes and love on you. I thought you loved me the most, but I never expected that you would hit me for the sake of a dead person!"

Upon hearing what she said, Murong Han's face drained of all color, turning deathly pale. His eyes were filled with pain and struggle, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but it was stuck in his throat. His hands hung limply at his sides.

Xue Xiang blew her nose, choked back a sob, and continued, "You keep blaming me, but haven't you also developed feelings for Xu Wanwan yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Han's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to retort, but felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness. He stammered, "You... what nonsense are you spouting!"

Xue Xiang snorted softly, approaching step by step, and said, word by word, "I'm not lying! You do like Xu Wanwan! I've seen everything you've done for her! You think you've hidden it well, but anyone with eyes can see your feelings for her! You love her but can't have her, and you're too afraid to admit it, so you've directed your hatred at the Fourth Prince, because he can have Xu Wanwan's body and her heart."

At this point, Xue Xiang chuckled and said with a wicked smile, "So, you developed a poison that doesn't kill people immediately, but slowly weakens them. Eventually, their resistance will weaken, and they will become terminally ill. That's why Xu Wanwan is incurable!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Han's eyes widened in anger, and he roared at her at the top of his lungs, "How could you be so vicious!"

Xue Xiang, however, remained unfazed. Her expression remained unchanged as she confidently approached Murong Han, shouting disdainfully, "You call me vicious?! What right do you have to say that to me! Don't forget, that packet of medicine was actually what you used to deal with Murong Che!"

Murong Han was struck dumb, his face ashen, his eyes vacant and lifeless, staring ahead but seemingly looking nowhere in the distance.

Xue Xiang gave a wicked smile, leaned closer to him, and whispered, "Cousin, so don't say I'm vicious, because we're all the same kind of people."

After saying that, she turned around, paused for a moment, thought for a while, took a deep breath, and murmured, "What I, Xue Xiang, like, I must have! Murong Che is mine, and no one can take him away! Even if I can't have him, no one else can! Humph!"

After speaking, Xue Xiang gave a disdainful snort, a wicked yet arrogant smile slowly curving her lips. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with arrogance, then turned around haughtily and strode away.

Murong Han was left standing there, stunned, as if all his strength had been drained away, his body trembling slightly. His eyes were empty and unfocused.