Chapter 13 You can’t enter this door!

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Marquis Wuning was the first to come to his senses. While mentally scolding his wife for not keeping a closer eye on them, he quickly stepped forward and shouted at the maid, "Are they all dead? How dare you let the Princess do it herself?"

The maids and old women secretly groaned.

They also want to help, but how can they help by killing people?

Marquis Wuning didn't expect that even after he said this, they were still standing there in a daze.

Thinking that Prince Danshuo was watching from behind.

In a fit of rage, he had no choice but to step forward and snatch the knife from Cheng Nianying's hand. This effort... huh? He still couldn't get it?

Marquis Wuning felt a surge of heat in his head, and he increased his strength in disbelief.

There were too many people here, so it was no longer appropriate to fight now. Cheng Nianying changed her mind and loosened her grip.

When she let go, Marquis Wuning was caught off guard and almost fell on his butt.

Fortunately, his lower body was stable and he was able to stand.

But after this tug of war, Marquis Wuning's expression became even uglier.

"Jade-like." Marquis Wuning forced a smile. "Look, the prince, for your sake, endured his illness and came to accompany you back home."

Yurong is the name of "sister". Cheng Nianying raised her eyes to look at Fu Yi and responded: "Yeah."

"Yurong." Marquis Wuning called her again, feeling a little dissatisfied, thinking why is she still a wooden man?

"Go to the prince, why should you do other trivial matters? Your mother naturally knows your filial piety." He urged.

Cheng Nianying did not refute and walked obediently to Fu Yi's side.

Marquis Wuning took a quick look and saw little tenderness on Fu Yi's face. He frowned secretly and then said, "Let's go."

Seeing that they didn't change direction, Cheng Nianying asked, "Where are you going?"

It was Fu Yi who answered, "I'd like to see where my wife lived before she got married." Fu Yi leaned his arm on the armrest and raised his fingertips, pointing casually: "Wanxiang Courtyard... Look at the cold flowers blooming late in the evening. It's a good name. Is that where my wife lived before?"

The maids and old women, who had calmed down, now turned pale again.

They just thought that the prince was here to look for the princess. Now that he had found her, he should go back and sit down and talk. Why did he have to go into the courtyard?

You can’t get in! You can’t get in!

Cheng Nianying's expression remained normal. She thought for a moment and said, "It's fine if the prince looks at it alone. If others follow him in, it might be inconvenient."

Wu Xun paused.

Is this what you ordered for him?

Fu Yi nodded: "That's right, my daughter's boudoir, how can others just step into it casually?"

He stared at Cheng Nianying and said, "Let's go in together. I want to know what kind of bed you slept on when you were a child. I want to see the things you used to play with, the hairpins and combs..."

This sounds touching.

Only when a man is extremely satisfied with his new wife will he suddenly want to know about her past.

But this past cannot withstand understanding.

Now, not only the maids and old women, but even Marquis Wuning broke out in cold sweat after hearing these words.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid for the prince's health..." Marquis Wuning's throat seemed to be congested, and each word he uttered became more difficult than the last.

Fu Yi didn't look at him, still staring at Cheng Nianying.

He extended his hand to Cheng Nianying: "Madam, help me, okay?"

Cheng Nianying blinked slowly: "Of course it will be fine."

Marquis Wuning immediately started to complain in his heart.

This silly girl can't find an excuse to refuse? She's really not clever enough!

No matter how grief-stricken everyone was, the group finally reached the gate of Wanxiang Courtyard.

The sedan chair then fell to the ground.

Cheng Nianying immediately grabbed Fu Yi's wrist and held him firmly.

She even said, "Your hands are cold."

Fu Yi smiled: "Yeah, what should we do then?"

Cheng Nianying hesitated: "Rub it for you?"

Marquis Wuning turned around and scolded the maid: "You foolish girls, why don't you go get the hand warmer?"

Cheng Nianying quietly uttered "Ah" in her heart.

We used to live a hard life and forgot that many people use hand warmers to keep warm.

Not long after, a maid came trotting over with a hand warmer and carefully placed it in front of Fu Yi.

Fu Yi's smile remained unchanged, but he didn't look at the maid. He asked, "Did I say I wanted this thing?"

The maid froze there, not daring to breathe.

Even Marquis Wuning paused, and in just a short breath, cold sweat broke out on his back unconsciously.

It was strange. He looked so sick, his face pale, yet he could say something so light and yet it was so frightening. Had he been following His Majesty around for so long?

It was Cheng Nianying who broke the stagnant atmosphere.

She reached out to take the hand warmer, touched it twice before returning it, and then placed it on the back of Fu Yi's hand again. She whispered, "It's quite warm, do you feel it?"

Fu Yi: “…I feel it.”

She held his hand tighter, as if trying to let more warmth penetrate into his bones.

Fu Yi finally stood up and walked down from the sedan chair.

Cheng Nianying immediately dodged, pushed herself forward, and held him firmly.

Fu Yi: “…”

Cheng Nianying: "This way I won't feel tired."

Fu Yi: "...very good."

The others watched them enter the courtyard with trepidation.

There was only a sweeping old woman left inside the courtyard. She was kneeling on the ground, trembling, and didn't even dare to raise her head.

Where is the man anymore?

Cheng Nianying was not surprised by this scene.

Prince Danshuo had just stopped midway, and the people in the courtyard must have heard the noise. If he was afraid of Prince Danshuo, he would have fled quickly.

If he is not afraid of Prince Danshuo, it means that he probably has a more powerful background... Then there is nothing to be afraid of in the Marquis' Mansion.

So while others were terrified, Cheng Nianying wasn't afraid at all. It was just a pity that she didn't deliver that blow.

"Why is there only one old woman left?" Fu Yi glanced over.

Cheng Nianying said honestly: "I don't know either."

She turned her head and said, "Ask Mother Zou to open the door."

The person outside the door almost fainted on the spot, and after a moment he responded happily, knowing that everything was fine inside and he had escaped a disaster!

Mother Zou quickly walked in trembling.

She was very agile in front of Cheng Nianying, but now she lowered her head, not daring to raise it. She just kept pushing the doors open one by one.

Fu Yi glanced quickly.

There was no suspicious figure.

"Which room do you usually sleep in?" Fu Yi asked.

Mother Zou quickly pointed: "This one."

Fu Yi: "The master hasn't spoken yet, and you interrupted first?"

Mother Zou said awkwardly: "Your servant, your servant..."

Perhaps because he was ill, Fu Yi always spoke softly and without much force.

At this time, he just said softly: "It's time to slap your face."

Mother Zou didn't dare to argue, so she slapped herself twice and didn't dare to speak again.

She glanced at Cheng Nianying obscurely and said, "You can only rely on yourself... There's really no way to save you!"