The steward glared at the maid and said, "Are you cursing the princess?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just worried. I didn't mean to curse the princess..." The maid knew that she had said the wrong thing and immediately slapped her.
The steward had no time to argue with her and called a few people over, "You guys, go and guard the windows in the kitchen."
"Yes." The maids received the order and immediately dispersed.
The steward glanced at the closed door, frowned deeply, and said, "Go and call some young people here."
The prince's situation is very urgent. Half an hour has been wasted. If we waste it any longer, there will really be problems.
So, the steward decided to knock on the door.
Although this was rude to the princess, the steward had no other choice.
Soon, the maid found three muscular servants.
The steward asked someone to carry the wood over and arrange their positions.
Just when everything was ready and about to hit the door, a clear voice rang out——
"What are you doing?" Wuming asked with a frown, holding the blushing Dongfang Aoshi in his hand.
Dongfang Aoshi's face was ugly, but because of the high fever, his voice was completely mute and it was very difficult to speak. Every time he spoke, it felt like millions of knives were slicing his throat, so he didn't speak.
"Your Majesty? Why are you here?" The steward looked shocked and hurriedly went over to help the person.
"Ahem—" Dongfang Aoshi coughed uncomfortably, his voice dry and hoarse, and his whole body exuded a terrible heat.
The steward immediately ordered someone to bring a glass of water.
Dongfang Aoshi took it and drank a few sips, feeling much better, "What are you doing?"
Dongfang Aoshi's voice was completely hoarse, but it had a powerful intimidating force.
"Back to the prince, the princess has been refusing to come out. The subordinates are about to knock on the door and invite the princess..."
Dongfang Aoshi shot him a look that was colder than ice.
What the steward said later was swallowed back in his stomach, and he was sweating.
"The steward is also doing it for your own good." Wuming put in a good word for the steward.
"If this were not the case, you would have been killed by this king long ago."
"Yes! I was too reckless. I knew my mistake. I didn't consider that the princess might be behind the door, and hitting the door would hurt the princess." The steward knelt down on the ground with a "plop" sound.
Dongfang Aoshi glared at the steward coldly, and slowly walked over with Wuming's help.
He reached out and pushed.
The door didn't move at all.
It was obvious that the door was bolted from the inside.
Dongfang Aoshi frowned and listened for a while, but there was no sound at all.
"How long?" he asked the steward.
"Your Majesty, it's been half an hour."
What was she doing hiding in the kitchen alone for half an hour?
Dongfang Aoshi frowned tightly and looked at Wuming, "Is there a way to open the door?"
"I'll give it a try." Wuming glanced at the large group of people present and said.
Dongfang proudly waved his hand.
The steward immediately dismissed the redundant people, leaving only a few confidants who had been in the palace since childhood and had tight mouths.
"Pen, ink, scissors." Wuming said.
The steward immediately took it and sent it to him.
Wuming spread it out, drew a small figure on the paper, cut it out according to the shape, and quickly made seals with his long fingers.
Soon, everyone miraculously saw that the fingers in Wuming's hand moved as if they were alive and slipped through the crack in the door.
"Kaka—kaka—kaka—"
The next second, the sound of the door bolt being pulled came from the kitchen.
A minute later, the door bolt clicked and fell off.