Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

In the morning, he had to go to court. Feng Hongyin got up lightly, and went out after breakfast.

While in the carriage, he was dealing with official duties while thinking about her affairs.

It couldn't be simpler to want to change her identity. After changing her identity, he married her back to the palace and stayed with her for life.

Even if she is still thinking about Wu Lang now, she will naturally know who she should really like after a long time.

Feng Hongyin thought so, for some reason he always felt a little flustered, as if something happened.

As he passed the street corner, he finally couldn't help stopping the car.

"Go back to the other yard first."

He spoke, and the groom immediately drove back to the courtyard.

The courtyard was no different from usual, and Feng Hongyin's heart became more and more flustered.

He walked back into the room in a few steps and pushed open the door.

The room was the same as when he left, she was still lying on the bed quietly, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Feng Hongyin feels a little at ease.

It seems that he is thinking too much.

What can happen to her here?

Thinking like this, Feng Hongyin turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, his nose moved, and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Feng Hongyin was startled, then his face changed drastically, and he walked to the bed a few steps.

On the bed, she was lying quietly in the bedding, looking like she was asleep.

But her face was pale, and there was no trace of blood.

Feng Hongyin opened the quilt.

Under the quilt, she lay flatly there, with her hands folded on her abdomen.

The clothes on her body had been dyed red with blood, and the bright red blood was pouring continuously from her wrist.

Feng Hongyin was cold all over, shaking his hands and clutching her wrists.

"Doctor... call the doctor!"

Because of the timely discovery, her life was saved anyway.

It's just that the loss of blood and energy is serious, and her health is not good. The doctor persuades her euphemistically: "Miss Lu is weak, so the prince should take more care of her."

Feng Hongyin did not speak, but nodded silently.

He was confused and waited until the doctor had left before slowly sitting next to her bed.

Her small face was pale, and her originally meek face looked pitiful at this time.

Feng Hongyin's heart hurts.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched her cheek.

Why?

Are you not greedy for vanity? I can give you the most honorable life now, why do you... why do you commit suicide?

Feng Hongyin frowned, somewhat out of breath.

If he didn't suddenly feel that something was wrong, as if something was about to happen, so he rushed back and saved her. If he just went to court, when he came back, would he get a corpse?

Feng Hongyin watched his mother and concubine be gifted to death, and personally killed his emperor brother, and supported the succession of the current saint. But the cold-hearted prince has never been softhearted.

He can climb up on the thick bones, never frowning for the lives and deaths of others.

But at this time, watching her lying on the bed so weakly, Feng Hongyin's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

He was a little dazed, holding her hand in fear.

Her fingertips were cold, and Feng Hongyin put her fingers in her palms, and it took a while before the cold fingers in her hands became warm.

"Lu Yunmei..." He murmured, "Why did you... why did you commit suicide?"

He couldn't figure it out.

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