The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan was startled, stopped what she was doing, and asked nervously, "Then tell me quickly, how is he doing!"

"Miss Jiang." Wu Yu breathed a sigh of relief before speaking, "Wang's life is no longer in danger, but the wound on this chest is too serious, and it will take ten days, half a month, or even longer to recuperate. With care, you will fully recover."

"Is he alright?" Jiang Nanyan asked in a daze, with a blank expression.

"Yes, Miss Jiang. Wang's life is no longer in danger." Wu Yu nodded with a relieved expression on his face.

"He's fine...he's fine...Huang Fulian, he's fine..." Jiang Nanyan murmured, the tense nerves all over her body suddenly relaxed. [

Then, her feet suddenly went limp, and she collapsed to the floor.

Wu Yu was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand to support Jiang Nanyan.

"Miss Jiang, are you okay?" Wu Yu helped him to sit on the chair beside the bed with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm fine." Jiang Nanyan smiled weakly, her face pale.

Wu Yu knew that Jiang Nanyan was concerned about Wang's serious injury, so she reacted like this, so she quickly said to her, "Miss Jiang, why don't you go back and lie down for a rest? You're tired after working all night. gone."

"It's okay, I want to watch him here." Jiang Nanyan stretched out her hand, holding Huangfulian's cold hand that had almost no temperature at all.

"But..." Wu Yu was in a dilemma.