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

Chapter 278 Anonymous visits, Lin Qianqian pleads

The sun was high in the sky. Wuming, carrying a food box, hurried towards the inner courtyard of the Prince's mansion. When he reached the gate of Lin Qianqian's residence, he was stopped by guards holding halberds.

Wuming frowned slightly, his face full of helplessness. He sighed deeply before slowly moving forward.

He waved the food box in his hand and said loudly, "I've come to deliver food to the Princess! Open the door!" His tone left no room for argument.

One of the guards, with a cold expression and piercing eyes, looked Wuming up and down before saying in a deep voice, "Go in. Don't try anything funny. We're watching!" With that, he brandished his halberd and let him pass.

The other guard looked troubled and cupped his hands, saying, "General Wuming, please don't blame us for being heartless. We were just following the prince's orders. We hope the general will understand." His voice carried a hint of apology.

Upon hearing this, Wuming lowered his head helplessly, pursed his lips, and said softly, "I understand!"

After saying that, he stepped into the house, his back view revealing a hint of loneliness.

Wuming stepped into the house and immediately saw Lin Qianqian's back.

Although it had only been a few days since they last met, it felt as if a long period of time had passed in his eyes.

Lin Qianqian was thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Her once round face had become thinner, making her jawline appear even more pointed. Her figure had also lost its former plumpness, leaving only a slender frame.

A look of heartache and reluctance appeared in Wuming's eyes. He was about to speak when he saw that Lin Qianqian was completely unaware.

Little Butterfly, however, with her sharp eyes, instantly spotted the nameless figure.

Xiaodie's eyes suddenly lit up, like stars rising abruptly in the night sky. Her eyes were filled with surprise and joy, and she couldn't help but shout, "Nameless!" Her clear and joyful voice echoed in the room.

Amidst the shouts, Xiaodie moved swiftly, like a swallow returning to its nest, and rushed over, throwing herself directly into Wuming's arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her body trembling slightly, filled with the excitement of their reunion.

Wuming instinctively embraced Xiaodie, tightening his arms as if trying to meld her into his very bones. He looked down at Xiaodie, his eyes filled with love and doting affection, his gaze as gentle as the warm spring sun. It seemed that nothing else in the world mattered at that moment; only the person in his arms was his everything.

Lin Qianqian's eyes, which had been as still as stagnant water, suddenly lit up with a faint light the moment she turned around and saw Wuming. It was like rain on a barren land, or spring coming to a withered tree, and a flame of hope igniting in the silence.

Her eyes gleamed with barely suppressed surprise and excitement, and she staggered toward Wuming.

"Nameless~" Lin Qianqian called softly, her voice trembling slightly, as if she was afraid that the person in front of her was just an illusion, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

A gentle smile curved Wuming's lips as he softly said, "Your Highness, I've brought you some food." He then slightly raised the lunchbox in his hand.

Xiaodie's eyes sparkled as she eagerly reached for the lunchbox in his hand, a satisfied smile spreading across her face: "Miss, come and eat!"

Lin Qianqian was absent-minded; the phrase "unable to enjoy her food" perfectly described her state at that moment.

She glanced briefly at the two guards standing like statues at the door, staring intently at them, and frowned helplessly, her heart filled with worry and apprehension.

He then slowly walked to the table, sat down with a solemn expression, and kept glancing towards the door, showing no interest in the food on the table.

Wuming quickly walked to Lin Qianqian's side, leaned down slightly, lowered his voice, and reassured her in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Your Highness, don't worry, there will always be a way."

His voice was deep and steady, trying to calm Lin Qianqian's flustered heart.

Lin Qianqian looked up, her eyes filled with pleading, and whispered, "Wuming, please help me, take me away from this palace." Her words were filled with longing for freedom and despair for life in the palace.

Wuming looked troubled, sighed softly, and replied in a low voice, "Your Highness, how could I not want to help you? It's just that the palace is heavily guarded, and the Prince has given strict orders. If we are not careful, we will be doomed. I really... I really am powerless to help." The helplessness on his face was clearly visible, and his brows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's expression instantly darkened, her face a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. She slowly lowered her head, lost in thought, radiating an aura of helplessness.

At this moment, Xiaodie quietly approached Wuming, her voice urgent and accusatory: "Don't forget, your life was saved by the Princess! Although the Prince values ​​you now, don't you think about it? If the Princess hadn't bought you from that villain and taken you in and cared for you, would you be where you are today? Do you want to repay kindness with enmity?" Xiaodie's cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction with Wuming's inaction.

Wuming opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment: "I..." His face turned pale and red, and his eyes were full of entanglement and struggle.

Seeing this, Lin Qianqian quickly reached out and grabbed Xiaodie, her eyes filled with reproach: "Xiaodie!"

Xiaodie muttered aggrievedly, "Miss, I'm just telling the truth! Besides... besides, I'm his wife, and I'm your person, so why won't he help us!" Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice carried a hint of a sob.

Lin Qianqian shook her head helplessly: "You!" Then she looked at Wuming with apology and disappointment in her eyes and said softly: "Wuming, Xiaodie has a quick temper and is willful. Don't take it to heart. If you really don't want to help, or if you have difficulties, it's okay."

Although she offered words of comfort, a sense of loss welled up inside her, and her tone unconsciously carried a hint of melancholy.

Wuming's brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with struggle and entanglement. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, as if a thousand thoughts were churning in his heart.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his expression solemn yet resolute, and looked at Lin Qianqian, saying softly, "Your Highness, I shall take my leave now!"

Although his voice was soft, it carried an undeniable composure.

After saying that, he gently raised his hand and patted Lin Qianqian's shoulder tenderly. This pat seemed to convey a silent comfort and promise.

Then he turned and walked firmly toward the door. Each step was steady and powerful, as if he were gathering his courage.

He reached out and opened the door, paused as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately did not turn around and stepped out.

A moment later, the door creaked shut, its dull sound echoing in the quiet room.

Lin Qianqian stared thoughtfully at the closed door. Recalling the look in Wuming's eyes and the gentle tap he gave her before leaving, she seemed to sense his unspoken thoughts.

His furrowed brows gradually relaxed, the disappointment on his face slowly faded, his mood eased a little, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.