The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

How could these two people discuss this kind of thing in public...

"When will this king's wound fully heal?" Huangfu Lian asked in a deep voice.

"Uh, based on Wang's current recovery situation, the stitches can be removed within a month at the latest." When talking about his professional issues, Wu Yu's voice immediately became much smoother.

"One month?" Doesn't that mean that you can't do anything to Yan'er even on the wedding day?

Because of Wu Yu's words, his slender body became stiff, and his deep black eyes also became gloomy. [

"Yes, yes, Wang." Wu Yu nodded while wiping away cold sweat, wondering whether he would be picked up by Huang Fulian with one hand in the next second, and thrown into the canal that was covered with thin ice outside.

"This king doesn't have that much patience!" Huangfu Lian squinted her eyes and looked at Wu Yu with a dangerous gleam in her eyes, a muscle in her jaw twitched faintly a few times, "This king is going to consummate the marriage with Yan'er today!"

"But my lord, I'm afraid of your body..." Wu Yu was about to say something, but Huang Fulian had already hugged Jiang Nanyan by the waist, left the small hall with big strides, and walked towards the back room.

The speed was so fast, as if he was a ghost, he disappeared from Wu Yu's sight in a matter of seconds.

This...Wang...Ms. Jiang...

Wu Yu stayed where he was, pacing back and forth at a loss.

After a long while, he decided not to buy medicinal materials for the time being, and stayed on the boat to guard, in case Wang and Miss Jiang's wounds opened and needed to be treated, but no one could be found.