The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Wang, give Miss Jiang to me." Wu Yu stretched out his hand quickly.

"Go away! This king's woman can hug herself, so you don't need to worry about it!" Huang Fulian glared at Wu Yu, gritted her teeth, endured the pain from her hands, and hugged Jiang Nanyan even tighter in her arms.

"But Wang..." Wu Yu looked at Huangfulian's trembling hands with bulging veins, and was really worried that the injury on his hands would aggravate.

But Wu Yu knew very well how stubborn Huang Fulian's character was, once a decision was made, she would not change it.

Now, what he has to do is not to argue with Wang about who will hold Miss Jiang, but to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible.

Only in this way can the king's hand be less injured.

Wu Yu took a deep breath, no longer obsessed with the question of who would hold Jiang Nanyan, but quickly observed the surrounding situation and made a judgment.

"The guards are coming towards the main entrance, Wang, let's go out through the side entrance and meet Mo Yong at the other end." Wu Yu said while running in another direction.

Huang Fulian didn't speak, but silently hugged Jiang Nanyan and followed.

He has been to the palace several times, and he knows that Wu Yu is taking the right path, and he can indeed go around to Xiahou Fengli's study and join Mo Yong and the others.

The two of them left through the side door without a sound, just like when they came in without a sound, without anyone noticing.