Contract New Love: Wang Ye's No. 2 favorite concubine

The steward gave the servant girl a hard look, "Are you cursing the princess?"

"I'm sorry, this subordinate is just worried, and doesn't mean to curse the princess..." The servant girl knew that she had said something wrong, and immediately clapped her lips.

The steward didn't have time to argue with her, so he called a few people over, "You guys, go to the windows of the kitchen and guard."

"Yes." The maids immediately dispersed after receiving the order.

The steward glanced at the closed door, frowned deeply, "Go and call some young people who are strong."

The prince's situation is very urgent, and half an hour has been wasted, and if it continues to waste, there will really be problems.

So, the steward decided to knock on the door.

Although this is impolite to the princess, there is no other way to manage the matter.

Soon, the servant girl found three strong servants.

The steward asked people to carry the wood over and arranged their positions.

Just when everything was ready and was about to hit the door, a clear voice sounded——

"What are you doing?" Wuming asked with a frown, holding the flushed Dongfang Aoshi in his hand.

Dongfang Aoshi's complexion was ugly, but because of the high fever, his voice was completely hoarse, and it was difficult to speak. Every time he spoke, it was as if thousands of knives were cutting his throat, so he didn't speak.

"My lord? Why did you come here?" The steward looked shocked, and hurried over to help him.

"Ahem——" Dongfang Aoshi coughed uncomfortably, his voice was dry and hoarse, and his whole body exuded a terrible heat.

The steward immediately ordered someone to bring a glass of water.

Dongfang Aoshi took a few sips and felt much better, "What are you doing?"

Dongfang Aoshi's voice was completely hoarse, but it had a powerful deterrent force.

"Back to the prince, the princess has been refusing to come out, and the subordinates are about to knock on the door, and invite the princess..."

Dongfang Aoshi shot a gaze that was colder than ice.

The steward's last words were swallowed back into his stomach all at once, dripping with cold sweat.

"The steward is also for your own good." Wuming said good things for the steward.

"If it weren't for this, you would have been killed by this king long ago."

"Yes! This subordinate is too reckless. This subordinate knew his mistake. He didn't consider that the princess might be behind the door, and knocking on the door would hurt her." The steward knelt down on the ground with a "plop--".

Dongfang Aoshi gave the steward a cold look, and walked over slowly with Wuming's support.

I reached out and pushed.

The door remained motionless.

Apparently, the door was bolted from the inside.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned and listened for a while, but there was no sound from inside.

"How long?" he asked the steward.

"My lord, it has been half an hour."

For half an hour, what was she doing alone in the kitchen?

Dongfang Aoshi frowned tightly, looked at Wuming, "Is there a way to open the door?"

"I'll try." Wuming glanced at the crowd and said.

Dongfang Aoshi waved.

The steward immediately dismissed the redundant people, leaving only a few cronies who had been in the palace since childhood and had a tight mouth.

"Pen, ink, scissors." Nameless said.

The steward immediately took it and delivered it.

Wuming spread it out, drew a small figure on the paper, cut it out according to the shape, and quickly made seals with his slender fingers.

Soon, everyone saw miraculously that the finger in Wuming's hand seemed to be alive, it moved and slipped through the crack of the door.

"Cacka-cacka-cacka--"

The next second, the sound of the door bolt being pulled came from the kitchen.

One minute later, the door bolt snapped and fell off.