But as night falls more and more, Wenrou begins to unable to sit still.
My mind began to think randomly.
I always feel that the ghost of the former princess may jump out of the corner at any time and seek her life.
Wenrou called all the maids over and let them stand beside her.
But this method still cannot eliminate the fear in Wen Lu's heart.
Wenrou only persisted for half an hour and couldn't hold on anymore.
"Swoosh--" stood up and walked out.
"Princess? Where are you going?" The maid followed closely.
Wenrou did not answer them, and took two steps at a time, and her movements were very fast, as if there were evil ghosts chasing them from behind.
The maids even had to trot to catch up with her.
Although it was getting late, Dongfang Aoshi's room was still brightly lit.
At the door, two rows of maids lined up neatly.
Seeing gentleness, he immediately saluted, "Princess."
Wenrou didn't care about them, so she nodded casually and walked in.
The room has been completely cleaned-
All the blood-stained white cloth disappeared, and the bed sheets were replaced.
Even the air seemed to have been cleaned up, with no smell of blood at all.
Although the room was not as vast as outside the door, it also squeezed a lot of people.
There is a manager, a maid, and an imperial physician...
And Wen Wan, here too.
She sat by Dongfang Aoshi's bed, holding Dongfang Aoshi's hand tightly. After a while, she stood up and looked at Dongfang Aoshi's forehead and wiped his sweat.
Gentle footsteps paused, hesitating whether to leave.
But it was too late, Wen Wan had already discovered her.
"What are you here to do?" Wen Wan's face was dark and scolded the maid, "How do you guard the door? Who allowed her to enter?"
The maids lowered their heads in horror.
How Wenwan treats the servants in the palace? Wenrou has never interfered.
Anyway, it's not her business.
But Wen Wan's appearance just now was obviously for herself.
Just.
She hasn't calmed down yet when the map was torn.
Don't want to stay here by yourself, do you?
She insisted on staying, feeling gentle!
Smile gently and walked over.
On the bed..., Dongfang Aoshi's face and lips were pale, and his forehead was sweating constantly.
What's going on?
Wasn't she still fine when she left?
How come it became so serious after just a while?
I couldn't help but reach out and explore Dongfang Aoshi's forehead, "Imperial Doctor, is this..."
"Princess, the prince has some signs of fever." The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I have been cooling the prince, but the prince's body temperature has been rising..."
"How can the temperature drop if you cover him with such a thick quilt?" Wenrou couldn't believe that Dongfang Aoshihan had become like this. The imperial doctor actually covered him with several layers of quilts, and the windows in the room were still closed to death.