The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

As Wu Yu spoke, he stepped out of the way.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Jiang Nanyan.

Jiang Nanyan is not an idiot, how could she not understand the meaning of Wu Yu's look.

Wu Yu wanted her to persuade Huang Fulian to return to the capital and not to rescue Feng Yu and the others.

Well, although I felt a little sorry for Huangfulian's attendants, Jiang Nanyan decided to give it a try. [

What Wu Yu said is correct, the current Huangfulian is not Xiahou Fengli's opponent at all, and to save Fengyu and them is tantamount to sending them to death.

"Are you really going to rescue Feng Yu and them?" Jiang Nanyan asked after entering the room.

"Yes." Huang Fulian nodded, hugged her and sat down.

"But Wu Yu said, it's very dangerous." Jiang Nanyan paused, and glanced at his gauze-wrapped hands, "Besides, your hands are still not healed, and you won't be able to save Feng Yu and the others if you go there."

"I can't let Feng Yu and the others be hung in the square forever." Huangfu Lian avoided the important and did not mention the danger of saving people this time.

"But...if you're not sure that they can be rescued, why go there?" Even if you're not [-]% sure, at least [-]% is worth the gamble.

According to Wu Yu, they don't even have a [-]% chance of rescuing the person now, so why bother to die?

"You hope that this king is the kind of man who only cares about himself and ignores his subordinates?" Huang Fulian raised her eyes and looked at her deeply.