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

Chapter 277 Lin Qianqian Imprisoned: Sisterly Love Re-emerges Between Master and Servant

Lin Qianqian was imprisoned in the room, like a bird with broken wings, yearning for freedom but with nowhere to escape.

Outside the door, guards followed closely, taking turns on duty to closely monitor every move inside, making it difficult for even a fly to escape.

Although they weren't starving or freezing, and three meals a day were delivered on time, how could that compare to the preciousness of freedom? Xiaodie was also trapped here, and the two of them could only comfort each other in this cramped space. Their sorrows spread wildly in their hearts like weeds growing rampant in spring.

Since Lin Qianqian was imprisoned, Murong Yi has ignored her completely. After returning to his residence, he always spends time with Su Wan'er, showing her great care and concern.

Su Wan'er became increasingly arrogant and domineering. Every time she appeared in Lin Qianqian's sight, her eyes were filled with smugness and mockery, as if to say that she was the true master of this mansion.

Inside the west wing, warm sunlight streamed through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Su Wan'er leaned lazily against the couch, one arm casually supporting her head, the other hand slowly picking up a grape from the fruit plate, placing it between her rosy lips, and gently biting it, the juicy flesh bursting between her teeth.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her face revealing undisguised contentment and self-satisfaction.

She glanced sideways at Huan'er, who was gently fanning Xiao Jincheng by the bedside and soothing him as he fell asleep, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

That smile was full of calculation, and his eyes flashed with shrewdness and ruthlessness, just like a cat that had stolen some fish.

She thought to herself, "Hmph! Lin Qianqian is imprisoned now, and the Prince won't even glance at her. In these three months, I'll definitely seize the Prince's heart, making him have only me, Su Wan'er, in his heart and eyes. I need to think of a clever way to make the Prince divorce Lin Qianqian. Only then will this Ninth Prince's mansion truly be mine, and I will be the rightful mistress!"

The door to the east room was tightly shut, and two guards stood ramrod straight at the door like two cold statues.

They wore silver helmets and black tight-fitting clothes, with long swords gleaming at their waists. Their eyes were alert, and they kept a close watch on the movements inside the house. Not even the slightest sound could escape their eyes.

Inside the room, Lin Qianqian sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on the ground, her expression solemn, as if she were entangled in a thousand worries.

Xiao Die, the personal maid, stood to the side, her eyes reddening with worry as she watched her mistress in this state.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling slightly: "Miss, it's been three days, and you haven't said a word. I'm so worried! Although the Prince has imprisoned you here, three months will pass quickly. Please don't remain silent like this. At least talk to me! I'm not a stranger; you can tell me whatever grievances you have!"

Lin Qianqian slowly raised her head, looked at Xiaodie, her eyes filled with guilt, and sighed heavily, "Oh dear!" Then she stood up and held Xiaodie's hand tightly, "Xiaodie, I've dragged you into this and you've been punished along with me! You're not allowed to go anywhere, and even Wuming can't come in to see you!"

Xiaodie's eyes welled up with tears. She grasped Lin Qianqian's hand tightly and said urgently, "Miss, please don't say that! I've been by your side since I was little. You've always protected and cared for me. In my heart, your kindness to me is as heavy as Mount Tai. We've long been like sisters. Although I'm now married, no matter what happens, I will never leave you, nor will I feel like I'm a burden. As long as I can stay with you, Miss, even if I'm trapped here forever, I'll be willing!"

Hearing Xiaodie's words, Lin Qianqian felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her eyes welled up with tears. She gently hugged Xiaodie and patted her back.

The two women, mistress and servant, embraced each other, as if in this cold prison cell, they were each other's only warmth and support. Their bond grew stronger and more unbreakable in the face of adversity.