The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Huang Fulian turned a deaf ear to Wu Yu's low whispers of worry.

All his attention was focused on Jiang Nanyan, whose whole body was cold and only breathing weakly.

"Yan'er! Wake up! It's this king! This king has received your letter and is here to pick you up!" Huang Fulian tightly held Jiang Nanyan's cold hand, rubbed it on her cheek, and murmured to herself. Saying, "Yan'er! Wake up! Don't scare me..."

Huangfulian's whole body was trembling.

He has never been so afraid at a moment like now [

He could barely feel her pulse!

she is dead...

she is dead...

she is dead!

His swallow is dead!

Tortured to death by Xiahou Fengli!

In Huangfulian's mind, this idea suddenly popped up.

Then, linger.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the motionless person in his arms, his jaw was tense, his expression was as stiff as a stone statue chiseled by a knife, without any soft lines.

Huang Fulian felt that there was a bone-piercing cold air that rose from the soles of her feet, quickly penetrated into her body, and quickly spread to her whole body with the speed of blood flow.

His body became colder inch by inch until, like Jiang Nanyan in his arms, his body faded to the point where there was no trace of temperature...

In my mind, there are only five big characters resounding constantly, that is

Jiang Nanyan died.

Huang Fulian stared blankly at the person in her arms, her eyes were out of focus, and she had completely lost her ability to think.