Mu Chenshuang sat up almost instantly and grabbed the man's wrist.
Fu Junheng pulled his hand back, and because he used too much force, Mu Chenshuang's little finger tip inadvertently drew a bloody mark on the back of his hand.
The man tiptoed away swiftly, the curtains billowed, and his figure vanished through the window like a ghost.
Mu Chenshuang got out of bed barefoot and stood on the cold floor, staring intently at the window. Why did that figure from behind look so much like Fu Junheng?
Could it really be him?
Looking back on these past few days, was he concerned about her health affecting his treatment progress, or was he worried about the baby in her womb?
And then there's Feng Ji's initial protection of her. In this imperial city, who else could make Feng Ji do things for him, or even get Fu Junheng to step in? Considering Feng Ji's obedience to him today, the only person who could get Feng Ji to do things for him is probably Fu Junheng.
The more Mu Chenshuang thought about it, the more gloomy her face became.
She slowly raised her hand, her gaze falling on the tip of her little finger. Whether that man was him or not, she would know once she checked.
If it really is him...
A moment.
A cold glint appeared in Mu Chenshuang's eyes.
On the rooftop.
A tall, slender figure stood in the cold wind, his gaze fixed on the back of his hand, where a clear bloodstain was visible on his snow-white skin.
Back at Yaoguang Residence.
"Summon Feng Ji over here," Fu Junheng ordered coldly.
The guards dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest.
Feng Ji reluctantly got out of bed and braved the cold winter wind to go to Yao Guang Residence.
We entered the greenhouse.
Feng Ji watched as the man sat calmly on the stool, his complexion rosy and normal.
"In the middle of the night, I thought you had another attack of the poison. Why are you in such a hurry to see me?"
Feng Ji's tone carried a hint of complaint.
Fu Junheng glanced at him coldly, then raised his left hand. "Find a way to make the wound heal tonight."
Feng Ji noticed a small scar on the back of his hand and was speechless with disbelief. "So it's... because of this little injury?"
He was woken up in the middle of the night because of this minor injury, and then he braved the cold wind to come over from afar.
However, the fact that he's in such a hurry suggests that this wound is probably not simple.
But he couldn't help but tease, "When did our Crown Prince Junheng become so spoiled?"
Fu Junheng stared at him with his pupils slightly contracted, and the air pressure suddenly dropped.
Bang!
The vase next to it shattered.
Feng Ji was slightly taken aback, then lowered his eyes and composed himself. He then sat down to the side, straightened his posture, and looked at the back of his injured hand, which was obviously cut by a small sharp object.
“Your wound is not easy to heal. This little injury will take at least four or five days to heal. But since you are in such a hurry to make it disappear, the only way is to cover it up with disguise.”
Feng Ji then ordered his men to prepare the necessary items.
As he prepared the medicine, he said, "You seem so worried about this wound. I'm afraid it was Princess Weiyang who scratched you. Did you go to see her in the middle of the night?"
Fu Junheng did not answer.
Even if he doesn't respond, Feng Ji is confident in his identity.
"Sigh, this keeps you up at night. Princess Weiyang must be really charming."
"But if you continue like this, she'll find out sooner or later. Didn't you say you only wanted the child? Junheng, you don't want both now, do you?"
The words were spoken in an instant.
A cold glint flashed towards them, followed by a chilling, threatening voice, "Say another word!"
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."
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