Lin Fuying had just come over when she saw Chu Nanli leaning weakly against the icy wall, her face pale.
She couldn't help feeling pleased inside.
"Sister, what happened to you?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Fuying pretended to be worried as she drew closer.
Looking around at the grimy, cold environment, she frowned in disgust.
"The Prince really shows no mercy, how could he bear to lock you up in such a place?"
Chu Nanli's face was cold, and she ignored her.
Lin Fuying giggled and said, "Sister, why must you oppose the Prince? Now you're locked up here, and it makes Yingying sad too."
Chu Nanli still ignored her.
Lin Fuying continued, "Why don't Yingying plead with the Prince on your behalf? The Prince is especially tender towards Yingying. Remember when Yingying cut her finger the other day? The Prince was distressed for a long time. So he definitely can't bear to see Yingying upset."
Chu Nanli understood the hidden meaning in Lin Fuying's words.