The princess regretted it.

Chapter 277 Fan Faints

Before Wu Changfeng could ask, Fan frowned and said softly, "You're dressed like this. Go wash up quickly! The child was just born, and prematurely. You have to be careful." Although her tone was gentle, it carried an unquestionable tone.

Wu Changfeng then remembered that he was exhausted from the long journey. He smelled and was covered in dust. It was indeed unsuitable for him to hold a newborn child. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "How is Lanzhu?"

The midwife bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, this Concubine Lan is having a miscarriage and is giving birth prematurely. She is now in a coma. There are people waiting for her in the room. Your Highness, don't worry."

Wu Changfeng nodded slightly, then turned and walked out. Seeing Wu Changfeng leave, Fan turned and told the wet nurse, who had been waiting nearby and had prepared the child, to come over and take the child home to care for him. She then meticulously instructed the servants to take good care of the child and Lanzhu, paying close attention to every detail. With everything in place, she breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to head to the main courtyard to check on Wu Anshuo, who had returned home, and make sure he was properly accommodated.

However, the moment she turned around, her eyes inadvertently swept across Wu Changfeng who was walking further and further away, and she was shocked to find that his walking posture was a little strange, as if he was limping. This sudden discovery made Fan Shi feel like she was struck by lightning, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper, without any blood. Her body trembled slightly, and her lips began to tremble unconsciously. She raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Wu Changfeng, her voice trembling so much that she could hardly form a sentence: "Madam Chen, do you think Feng'er is walking in a strange way? Is he injured? Then, what about the Marquis?" When she thought about the fact that only Wu Changfeng came alone just now, but Wu Anshuo was nowhere to be seen, and no one had sent a message to explain the situation, her heart suddenly became extremely flustered.

Seeing this, Nanny Chen, the dowry nanny, hurried forward, firmly supporting Fan's shaky form, and softly soothingly said, "Madam, don't worry. I'll take you to the main courtyard to see the Marquis and the Crown Prince." Her voice was steady and calm, trying to give Fan some strength and comfort, but her own eyes couldn't hide a hint of worry and uneasiness. She had noticed something strange about Wu Changfeng's gait when he came over, but she had assumed he had sprained his ankle in his haste to see the child. Now that it didn't look like a sprain, she naturally felt a little worried.

Fan nodded eagerly, took her hand, and hurried out of Lanzhu's courtyard, her steps stumbling but extremely fast, as if something terrible would happen if she was a step late. Along the way, all kinds of ominous thoughts kept surfacing in her mind, and the fear in her heart surged like a tide, wave after wave, making it almost difficult for her to breathe.

When they anxiously rushed to the main courtyard and stepped into the room, the scene before them devastated Fan. Wu Anshuo lay lifeless on the bed, his clothes unchanged, his hair disheveled, clearly unwashed. His face took on the sallow hue of a chronically ill person. His once dashing features were now emaciated, his eye sockets sunken, his cheekbones prominent, his whole body emaciated beyond recognition. Nearby, the housekeeper and the court physician were examining Wu Anshuo's pulse.

Fan felt dizzy, her vision went black, and she fell backwards involuntarily. Nanny Chen, who had been supporting her tightly, was horrified at the sight. She quickly used all her strength to steady Fan, calling out anxiously, "Madam! Madam! Wake up!"

Seeing Fan faint, the servants hurried forward and carried her to the soft couch nearby. Wu Anshuo, who was lying on the bed, was extremely anxious when he saw this scene. He instinctively wanted to get up to check on his wife, but his body was as weak as if it was weighed down by a heavy burden and he could not move. He struggled hard, trying to hold up his body, but he only managed to lift it a little before he fell down again, cold sweat covering his forehead. Seeing this, the housekeeper hurried forward and gently comforted him, saying, "My Lord, don't worry, the court doctor is treating your wife and she will be fine."

At this moment, the court physician also released Wu Anshuo's hand and hurried forward. With a solemn expression, he quickly pulled out a silver needle from his medical box, located Fan's acupuncture point, and inserted it with skillful and precise technique.

Nanny Chen was beside her, extremely anxious. She gently held Fan's chest with her hand, slowly soothing her breath, muttering soothing words. After a while, Fan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes, still with a hint of trance and confusion in her eyes.

Seeing that Fan had woken up, the court doctor breathed a sigh of relief, gently withdrew the needle, and quickly sat back beside Wu Anshuo's bed to carefully check his pulse again.

Nanny Chen carefully helped Fan sit up and asked softly, "Madam, how do you feel?"

Fan shook her head slightly, as if she hadn't fully recovered from the dizziness yet. Her eyes slowly swept over everyone in the room, finally landing on Wu Anshuo, the worry and heartache in her eyes becoming more intense.

She impatiently signaled Nanny Chen to help her off the couch, and with unsteady yet resolute steps, she made her way to the bedside. Her eyes were filled with bewilderment and uneasiness, and her slightly trembling lips betrayed her deep fear. Arriving at the bedside, she took in Wu Anshuo's haggard face and trembled, "My Lord, what's wrong? You, what's wrong with you?" Her voice trembled with tears.

Wu Anshuo was filled with helplessness and bitterness when he heard Fan's question. He slowly closed his eyes, as if trying to escape this cruel reality, or as if gathering the strength to answer.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, his eyes revealing fatigue and weakness, but he still tried to force a smile, wanting to comfort Fan, but the smile seemed so far-fetched on his haggard face, "Madam, don't worry, I just got some injuries on the battlefield, I will be fine after some time of recuperation."

His injury was linked to the grain robbery, a crucial military secret. Under the current circumstances, he knew it was inappropriate to reveal the entire story at this moment. After all, all subsequent developments and dispositions would have to await the Emperor's decree. Without the Emperor's will, any careless words could have unforeseen consequences, impacting not only his own safety and honor, but also the entire situation.

When Zhong Chuzhou and his men came to rescue him, he was already injured and unconscious, and he didn't know the details of what happened afterwards. However, with his years of political experience, he had a keen sense that there seemed to be a hidden story behind the grain robbery. Moreover, before returning to the capital, Mu En had instructed him to report the matter to His Majesty truthfully.