She refused to marry.

Su Wanwan slowly reached her hand behind Feng Chenjun's neck and tried it.

No, her hands are too thin; I can't kill her.

If Feng Chenjun were discovered dead beside her, it would be truly difficult to explain.

Su Wanwan shook off the unrealistic thoughts in her mind, helped Feng Chenjun up, and carefully fed him water.

Feng Chenjun was in a daze and felt weak all over.

Su Wanwan touched her burning skin and then felt her forehead. "My lord's injury has nothing to do with me. I'll go and call someone right away."

Su Wanwan put down her bowl, but before she could get up, Feng Chenjun grabbed her wrist.

She tried to pry it open, but she couldn't.

Finally, she whispered in Feng Chenjun's ear, "Your Majesty, please release your grip. I will go and fetch someone."

Xiao Xuanjing's head was spinning. He tried his best to maintain the last bit of consciousness, opened his mouth, and felt a pain in his throat that felt like it was being torn apart.

"No need, call someone..."

After finishing speaking, he fell into a coma again.

Su Wanwan was at a loss.

Should she call out or not?

I'm hesitating.

"Bang! Bang!"

It sounded like a foot kicking the door.

"Hey, breakfast's here!"

The people at the door still tossed the steamed buns inside as usual, saving them the trouble of opening the door.

Su Wanwan walked forward, picked up the mud-covered steamed bun, and frowned.

How can one steamed bun be enough to share?

Peel off the outer membrane of the steamed bun and eat it.

She turned back and leaned against the stove, sizing up Feng Chenjun.

Her thin lips seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, and her face was breathtakingly alluring.

Why is her face so red, like a monkey's bottom?

I touched Feng Chenjun's forehead; it was burning hot.

They'll be burned alive here sooner or later.

Remove the belt, wet it with cool water, and apply it to his forehead.

The high fever lasted all morning, and Su Wanwan could even feel Feng Chenjun twitching slightly.

He found some bitter herbs in the yard, crushed them into juice, and dripped it into Feng Chenjun's mouth.

By nightfall, the fever had subsided, and Feng Chenjun began to feel cool.

Su Wanwan soaked the mud-covered steamed bun skin in water until it dissolved, and then fed it to Feng Chenjun little by little.

She took care of him until midnight, then lay down beside him, wrapped in the same blanket, and fell asleep.

The next day, soft sunlight shone on Su Wanwan's face.

It felt warm behind her.

She turned around and touched Feng Chenjun's face. His temperature had returned to normal, but he was still unconscious.

In the evening, Su Wanwan picked up a steamed bun from the doorway. While tearing the dough from the bun, she walked to the kitchen door and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The moment I looked up, I was so startled that I dropped the steamed bun I was holding.

"Your Majesty's injury was not caused by me..." Su Wanwan pointed to the wound on his waist.

Xiao Xuanjing didn't speak, his gaze fixed on her like a venomous snake.

Su Wanwan bent down to pick up the steamed bun, only to see that another layer of the bun, which had already had one layer of skin peeled off, was about to fall off.

Su Wanwan squatted in a corner, not daring to approach Feng Chenjun, nor daring to leave, for fear that she would not hear his instructions and would be blamed.

She was now very grateful that Feng Chenjun did not have a weapon to kill her, otherwise she would be lying dead by now.

The two remained deadlocked until evening.

Without candlelight, it was still pitch black all around.

A gurgling sound came from inside.

"Is my lord hungry?" Su Wanwan's voice came from the dark corner.

Xiao Xuanjing shifted his body slightly.

Suddenly, he felt the woman walk to the bedside and place a cold bowl in his hands. "This is a paste made from steamed buns, my lord, please eat it."

Xiao Xuanjing took it and drank it in small sips.

After he finished drinking, he put the bowl aside.

Just then, a woman's pleading voice came from the corner, "Your Majesty, you're feeling better now, may we go back?"

He did not respond.

He cannot show himself now; there is an assassin in the mansion, a man with excellent lightness skills and high martial arts prowess.

There were only a handful of people around him with such abilities.

Just as I was immersed in my analysis, a woman's voice came from the corner again.

"Your Majesty, I only have one mattress..."

Su Wanwan listened intently, but didn't react for a long time.

This person is truly heartless and treacherous.

A day later, Su Wanwan sneezed one after another, but fortunately the sun was shining brightly that day.

She sat on the edge of the well in the backyard, basking in the sun, her body already sweating, but her eyes were always fixed on the person in the stove.

It's been three days already.

Why isn't he leaving yet?

She could feel the murderous intent emanating from his eyes even from three meters away.

For some reason, none of the people delivering steamed buns have come today.

Su Wanwan walked to the door and knocked on the door panel. "Is anyone outside? I'll bring you some food."

Looking through the crack in the door, there was no one on either side.

She was so hungry.

After waiting for a long time without any movement, Su Wanwan had no choice but to climb back to the well and use the water to stave off hunger.

Looking towards the kitchen, Feng Chenjun was nowhere to be seen.

She felt a surge of energy, rushed inside, looked around, but there was no one there.

I looked around the house again, but there was no one there.

A sense of relief, finally able to breathe, swept over her as Su Wanwan dragged the wooden plank into the sun.

I lay on the mattress and took a deep breath.

The vigilance and alertness of the past three days finally eased at this moment.

When night fell, a different person came to deliver the food. At least he managed to unlock the door with a bowl, but inside were still steamed buns.

Su Wanwan stood at the door, took the bowl, and suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood.

Following the direction of the wind, I saw several people throwing fresh meat into the fishpond.

Even from a distance, the smell of blood was utterly repulsive.

Su Wanwan wrote a tally mark in the room; she had been locked up for six days.

If Lord Fengchen is injured, he will definitely return to the manor to deal with it.

But he was lying in his own backyard, clearly having fallen in.

Moreover, since they wouldn't let me go out to call for help, then this assassin must be someone from inside the manor.

In the original story, the Crown Prince had a spy who was hiding in the Princess's residence.

If she helps Feng Chenjun find this person, she might be awarded a first-class merit, and perhaps even save her own life.

But who is this person?

There are no clues in the original work, only that he has good lightness skills.

Su Wanwan drew an X on the wall, "This road is blocked."

Suddenly the door opened.

The guards standing at the door were Feng Chenjun's attendants.

"Miss Su, please come out."

"Can we go now?" Su Wanwan walked out the door in a daze.

"The case of the Imperial Clan Court needs to be closed, and Miss Su must appear. Grand Commandant Su is already waiting outside." Jian Qingshan led the way.

Su Wanwan's emotions, which she had finally managed to calm down, are now hanging in suspense again.

"and then?"

"My lord is merciful. Miss Xu Su was able to reunite with her family before the Princess returned." Jian Qingshan swayed as he walked, brandishing the long sword at his waist.

"Please thank His Majesty for me."

Su Wanwan's heart, which had been filled with joy, died again at this moment.