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

Chapter 285 Lin Qianqian is worried about Xiao Huaijin, and Xiao Die comforts her tenderly.

Night, like thick ink, spread out deeply, and all was silent. Lin Qianqian, dressed in plain clothes, stood quietly at the door of the simple thatched hut, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair, like the wisps of sorrow in her heart.

She looked up at the vast starry sky, where countless stars twinkled, yet they could not illuminate the confusion in her heart. Her lips parted slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, but in the end, they turned into a faint sigh, which dissipated into the silent night.

Memories of the past surged forth like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming her. In her mind, Murong Yi's image gradually became clear.

The scene of their first encounter, the gentle smile in his eyes; every little thing they did together, every heart-to-heart talk, every stroll side by side, are like dazzling stars, embedded deep in her memory.

Those vows of eternal love still echo in my ears. "I wish to win one heart, and stay together until our hair turns white," Murong Yi's affectionate words seem to still resonate in the air.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianqian's lips unconsciously turned up, her smile filled with longing and deep affection, like a ray of warm sunshine in the cold night, making her heart feel warm.

Lin Qianqian was lost in her memories of the past, a lingering smile on her lips. But in an instant, that smile was completely replaced by bitterness.

The image of Murong Yi, for Su Wan'er's sake, immediately and without hesitation accused her of framing her, her eyes filled with suspicion and determination, giving her no chance to defend herself.

At that moment, all her beautiful fantasies shattered like bubbles. The vows of eternal love that she had once treasured seemed so absurd and laughable in the face of Murong Yi's unreserved protection of Su Wan'er.

She finally understood that no matter how unforgettable her past with Murong Yi was, all those deep feelings became worthless in front of Su Wan'er.

Lin Qianqian's heart instantly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and a bone-chilling coldness spread from the bottom of her heart to her whole body.

She gazed at the dark night sky, tears welling up uncontrollably and streaming down her cheeks.

Lin Qianqian burst into tears, which streamed down her face as she cried her heart out.

Her eyes were red and swollen with tears, and a few strands of hair clung to her pale cheeks, making her look disheveled and helpless. The wind howled, as if lamenting her plight.

As she cried, she suddenly stopped, then couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh, a laugh filled with self-mockery and sorrow.

The laughter broke the stillness of the night, startling the birds that were roosting nearby.

She looked up at the starry night sky, which was filled with a sense of loneliness, and at the crescent moon.

The moonlight shone on her tear-streaked face, as if coating her with a layer of cold silver frost.

Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured to the vast night sky, "If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?"

Her voice trembled slightly, still tinged with sobs, drifting through the quiet night, telling of her longing for their beautiful first meeting, a past affection now replaced by devastation.

Just then, Xiaodie tiptoed out, carrying a thin coat in her hand, her face full of worry and concern. She quickly walked to Lin Qianqian's side, gently draping the coat over her shoulders as she softly said, "Miss, it's late, and the wind is so strong. Please go inside and rest!"

Lin Qianqian slowly turned to Xiaodie. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for a long time, her eyelids were slightly swollen, and her eyes were still filled with tears that had not yet dried.

She looked at Xiaodie with a sorrowful expression, her lips trembling slightly, appearing pitiful.

Seeing her mistress in this state, Xiaodie felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if pricked by needles. Her nose suddenly stung, and her eyes reddened as heartache and anger intertwined within her.

Lin Qianqian choked out, "Xiao Die, I..." Before she could finish speaking, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Xiaodie quickly reached out and gently wiped away her tears with her fingertips, her movements so gentle as if she were afraid of hurting her. She comforted her, saying, "Miss, don't be sad, don't think so much. Xiaodie will always be with you!"

As she spoke, Xiaodie hugged Lin Qianqian tightly. Lin Qianqian leaned on Xiaodie's shoulder and burst into tears.

The two nestled together, offering each other warmth and comfort in the quiet, cold night.

Lin Qianqian was sobbing uncontrollably on Xiaodie's shoulder when suddenly, as if struck by lightning, she sat up abruptly, her eyes wide open, bloodshot and filled with shock and fear, staring intently at Xiaodie.

Xiaodie was puzzled, her face filled with worry and confusion. She hurriedly asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Lin Qianqian's breathing was rapid and heavy, her chest heaving violently, and her voice trembled so badly that she almost cried out, "Oh no, Huaijin! Xiaodie, my Huaijin, he can't see me, he must be crying so hard!" At the mention of her child, her eyes instantly filled with tears again, her eyes full of anxiety and heartache.

Seeing this, Xiaodie quickly put her hands on Lin Qianqian's shoulders, trying to calm her down, and anxiously advised, "Miss, Miss, please don't get agitated!"

Lin Qianqian, however, was completely unable to calm down. She grabbed Xiao Die's hand, her nails almost digging into Xiao Die's skin, her words filled with concern and worry for the child: "Huaijin is still so young, he can't be without me for even a moment. If he can't see me, he'll definitely be scared and cry. If he wakes up in the middle of the night and can't find me by his side, he might go looking for me everywhere by himself, what if he falls and gets hurt..." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably again.

Xiao Die looked at the anxious Lin Qianqian, gently grasped her arms with both hands, her gaze sincere and firm, trying to soothe her flustered emotions: "Miss, please calm down. After all, the Prince is Huaijin's biological father. No matter what happens, he will not mistreat Huaijin. No matter how much the Prince hates you, he will always care about his own flesh and blood and take good care of him."

Lin Qianqian's eyes were still full of anxiety and unease, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice choked with sobs and self-reproach: "If I had known this would happen, I should have brought him with me. How could I leave him alone in the Prince's mansion? What if Su Wan'er had ill intentions..." As she finished speaking, her brows furrowed, and her regret was clearly visible on her face.

“No matter how capable Consort Su is, with the Prince around, and besides… Wuming is highly skilled in martial arts, he will definitely protect the young prince,” Xiaodie sighed softly and patiently advised, “Miss, taking the young prince out is too risky. The Prince’s mansion is heavily guarded, and there are spies everywhere. We simply cannot take the young prince out of the mansion quietly. Once we are discovered, not only will we be unable to leave, but we will also implicate the young prince. In that case, it will really be a loss for us.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian opened her mouth as if to retort, but the words wouldn't come out. A struggle and helplessness flashed in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, pouted, and slowly lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. She could only silently swallow the grievances and worries in her heart.