"Pen, ink, scissors." Wuming said.

The steward immediately took it and sent it to him.

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 miraculously saw that the fingers in Wuming's hand moved as if they were alive and slipped through the crack in the door.

"Kaka—kaka—kaka—"

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

A minute later, the door bolt clicked and fell off.

Wuming pushed lightly and the door opened a small crack.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene——

They all knew that Wuming was very powerful, but they didn't expect that he could even do this.

The scene was silent for at least ten seconds.

The steward was the first to react and stepped forward to push the door open.

A hand stretched out to stop it.

The steward looked at Wuming and didn't understand why he was stopping him.

Wuming didn't speak to her, but directly asked Dongfang Aoshi, "Can the prince do it himself?"

"Yeah." Dongfang Aoshi nodded invisibly.

Wuming let go.

Dongfang Aoshi shook his body and almost fell down.

The steward stretched out his hand reflexively, but was stopped again.

Wuming shook his head at her.

The steward understood and stepped aside.

Dongfang Aoshi's high fever has not gone away, his hands and feet are completely weak, and every step he takes takes a lot of effort.

Despite this, he went in by himself without relying on anyone.

It was quiet in the kitchen.

"Ahem..." Dongfang Aoshi coughed and searched around before finally finding the woman in his heart.

She was curled up on the straw, sleeping soundly and soundly.

Dongfang Aoshi breathed a long sigh of relief and walked over.

Accidentally, I kicked the chair and fell down with a "boom" sound.

"My lord, are you okay?" Wuming rushed in immediately.

The steward also rushed in, but she did not dare to step forward, fearing that Dongfang Aoshi would be angry, so she could only watch from a distance.

"It's okay, cough..." Dongfang Aoshi struggled to stand up, his body was completely unable to use his strength and he was shaking violently.

The woman on the straw pile was sleeping soundly. She didn't realize at all that the door opened and someone approached.

Wuming glanced at Wen Wen and shook his head, "My lord, if you can't do it now, shall I do it?"

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to hug Wen Wenwen.

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi knocked his hand off and reacted excitedly.

He can hold his own woman by himself, no one else is needed.

"The princess has a child in her belly. In your current situation, if you accidentally fall, you will lose two lives." Wuming reminded.

"I will not throw her." Dongfang Aoshi paused, gathered some strength, and went to hug Wen Wenwen.

Gentle didn't notice at all——

She didn't sleep well last night. She was really tired and slept very deeply.

Dongfang Aoshi said he was fine, but after all, he was still ill, with a high fever that persisted, his limbs were limp, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

After working on it for a while, I couldn't pick up Wen Wenwen and even fell down several times.

"Your Majesty, I'll do it."

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi refused.

Even if he is the best friend, Dongfang Aoshi doesn't want him to meet Wen Wenyi.

Wuming knew that his character was very stubborn.

So, he didn't say anything more and just watched from the sidelines to prevent them from having any accidents.

Dongfang Aoshi tried several times and finally hugged Wen Wenwen.
Chapter completed!