After finishing speaking, Wuming recited a series of incantations.
Manager Chen, who was originally sitting very upright, suddenly fell to the table after listening to the incantation.
"Tian Jin."
"Mr. Wuming." Tian Jin's expression was shocked, still trapped in the shock that Wuming had just brought to him, and he hadn't fully come back to his senses——
This is the first time he has seen such a magical scene...
"Manager Chen will wake up in half an hour. You send her back, and I'll go find the prince."
"yes."
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When Wuming came outside Dongfang Aoshi's room, he happened to meet the steward coming out with a plate.
Nothing on the plate was moved.
The steward's expression was also extremely worried.
"Your Majesty, you still don't want to eat?" Wuming frowned.
The steward nodded, "Mr. Anonymous, what should I do? Ever since the princess's accident, the prince has not eaten anything. If this continues, the prince's body will not be able to bear it."
"Tell the kitchen to bring something light, and I will think of a way to let the prince eat something."
"Okay." When the steward heard that Wuming had a way to make Dongfang Aoshi eat, he quickly took the maid to the kitchen to prepare.
Wuming stood in front of the door for a while, then raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Knock knock knock..."
There was no response at all.
"Your Majesty, I'm coming in." Wuming said, pushing the door open and going in.
All the windows were closed, there was no light, and the room was dark.
It took Wuming a while to get used to the light in the room.
Looking around, he saw Dongfang Aoshi leaning on the soft couch with a pile of books in front of him.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes had not been changed, and he was wrinkled, and his face was covered with stubble... The whole person looked very decadent and lifeless.
Wuming frowned, walked over, and picked up the book on the ground.
"Your Majesty."
Dongfang Aoshi slowly raised his eyes, glanced at Wuming, and then looked away.
Wuming thought he didn't hear, so he shouted again.
"What's the matter?" Dongfang Aoshi's voice was as hoarse as if it had been tempered by fire, "Are you ready for the soul transfer? Let's go."
As he spoke, he sat up, swaying, and fell to the ground——
If Wuming hadn't reacted quickly and supported him, Dongfang Aoshi would have suffered a bloody head injury by now.
"My lord, why are you..." Wuming never thought that Dongfang Aoshi would become so decadent.
Didn't he already say that the matter has not yet been decided, so don't give up too early?
Wuming let out a long sigh, "My lord, please sit down first. I'm not here today to talk about soul transfer."
It is possible that Wen Wenwen is not dead and does not need to cross the soul at all.
When Dongfang Aoshi heard that Wuming was not talking about soul transfer, he immediately lay down again and refused everything from the outside world.
nameless:"……"
At this moment, "knock, knock, knock...", there was a knock on the door.
The steward walked in with the prepared meal and said, "Mr. Anonymous."
"Put the things away. You guys go to the door and guard. I have something to say to the prince." Wuming ordered.
"Yes." The steward glanced at Dongfang Aoshi and led the maid out.
Dongfang Aoshi moved the table in front of Dongfang Aoshi, "Your Majesty, get up and eat something. You haven't eaten for many days."