After being reborn, I hugged the villainous boss tightly.

When Wu Xuan'er woke up again, it was three days later.

Qingqian has already been buried. Fu Chenchu ​​said that in consideration of her merit in protecting her master, she should be given a grand funeral.

Wu Xuan'er watched as everyone carried Qing Qian out of the palace, her gaze blank, and she remained motionless.

Recalling the man who ran to snatch her medicine while she was unconscious, her pupils dilated in shock. She turned around and ran to find Fu Chenchu, ignoring the strange looks from those present, and loudly questioned him.

"I could have saved Qianqian that day, but a masked man ran over and stole my medicine. Have you found that man?"

Fu Chenchu ​​pulled her tightly clenched hand down, his eyes calm: "We didn't see the person you're talking about!"

Wu Xuan'er's eyes were red as she shook her head in disbelief, "Impossible! That person was clearly in the room, right in front of me, and stole the medicine that could save Qianqian!!"

Fu Chenchu's phoenix eyes flashed with impatience, and Lu Chuan quickly stepped forward upon seeing this.

"Your Highness, we've been waiting outside the door, and we certainly haven't seen the masked person you mentioned. Even though the Prince was injured, he still stayed outside to watch over you. You must trust him!"

Wu Xuan'er stared blankly with wide eyes, and suddenly, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, her legs went weak and she collapsed.

Fu Jingyuan glanced coldly at the woman slumped on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes, and walked out.

Lu Chuan: "Someone, take the princess back to her room and 'take good care of her'!"

Now that Fu Chenchu ​​has obtained the power he desired and has the support of the Wuling clan, he has suddenly become the most likely prince to inherit the throne of Dazhao.

In the days that followed, Fu Chenchu ​​was often busy with government affairs, and no one was there to keep Wu Xuan'er company. She could only slowly accept the fact that Qingqian had passed away.

Two months later, after she had been living in a daze, the mansion suddenly became lively. Even her desolate courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a festive atmosphere.

Her body grew thinner day by day. Hearing the noise outside, she walked out weakly and saw a courtyard full of red lanterns.

She weakly asked the old nanny beside her, "What day is it today?"

The old nanny was a kind person. Knowing that the princess was simple-minded, she didn't know how to say it for a moment.

Seeing the conflicted look on her face, Wu Xuan'er felt a pang of guilt, as if she had realized something.

After hesitating for a while, the old nanny finally spoke up: "Today, the Prince has taken two concubines. One is Liu Feifei, the daughter of the Left Prime Minister, and the other is Miss Xie Yao!"

"..."

Whether it was Qianqian's departure that made her indifferent to Fu Chenchu ​​or something else, she didn't make a scene as expected, or even run out to stop Fu Chenchu ​​from marrying another woman. Now, she only felt a surge of despair and sadness, and then she didn't do anything else.

She staggered back two steps, her legs feeling weak, and after a long while, she nodded: "Oh, I see!"

The old nanny sighed softly and continued to instruct the servants on their work.

At night, Wu Xuan'er huddled under the covers, but no matter how tightly she hugged herself, she still felt very cold, so cold that she curled up.

The Prince's mansion was bustling; she could hear the noise from the front hall from her seat.

Her bloodshot eyes were wide open, and tears slowly streamed down her face. She didn't know what Fu Chenchu ​​was like at this moment, whether he was as happy as he was on their wedding day, or what.

Or perhaps he couldn't bear to make his bride wait all night, so he went to the bridal chamber with her early!

Another half month passed, and she was much better. During her recovery, Fu Chenchu ​​only visited her once. Seeing that she was indifferent to everyone, he got up, told her to take good care of herself, and left.

For the past few months, she hasn't received a single letter from home, not even a reply to the letter she wrote to her father when she married into the family.

She felt a little flustered and wanted to go out to see what was happening, but when she reached the door, she was stopped by the guards.

"The princess is unwell, and the prince requests that you rest and recuperate!"

Wu Xuan'er frowned and pushed away the person blocking her way.

"I have to go out, Your Highness won't blame me,"

The guards still wouldn't let them pass.

"His Highness has instructed that you must stay in your room and recuperate for the time being, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Even if Wu Xuan'er was slow to understand, she could tell that Fu Chenchu ​​meant to place her under house arrest!

Her eyes darkened, and ignoring the guards' attempts to stop her, she stepped out. When the guards tried to stop her, a fight broke out between them.

She was skilled in martial arts; ordinary people were no match for her, and she didn't take mere guards seriously at all.

But just after she had knocked everyone down, Lu Chuan stepped forward and started fighting with her.

Lu Chuan was Fu Chenchu's confidant, so his martial arts skills were naturally very high.

If Wu Xuan'er hadn't been injured, she might have been able to compete with Lu Chuan. However, due to her heart condition and the bloodletting she performed to save someone last time, she was no longer as strong as before.

Lu Chuan didn't hold back either, slapping her so hard that she stumbled back several steps, her back slamming against the wall, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She winced in pain, but still struggled to get up, clutching her aching chest, and looked up at Lu Chuan.

"I just miss my father!"

Lu Chuan's face remained indifferent: "Princess, please don't make things difficult for us. Let me report to the Prince before you leave. You are injured now, and we are only doing this for your own good!"

He spoke words of concern, but his face showed no emotion whatsoever.

Wu Xuan'er felt heavy-hearted. She knew she couldn't leave today. She glanced at Lu Chuan with resentment, then turned and went back into her room.

……

Upon receiving the news, Fu Chenchu ​​paused in his writing, raised his sinister eyes, and coldly glanced at Lu Chuan.

"You injured her!"

Lu Chuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded; "Yes!"

Fu Chenchu ​​put down what he was holding, his phoenix eyes narrowing in displeasure: "I only asked you to stop her, not to hurt her!"

Upon hearing the slightly angry tone in his voice, Lu Chuan knew he had displeased his master and quickly knelt down.

"Please forgive me, Master!"

Fu Chenchu ​​pinched the bridge of his nose and waved his hand helplessly.

"Alright, I understand. You may leave now!"

"Yes!"

Lu Chuan lowered his head and stepped back.

After everyone had left, Fu Chenchu ​​remembered Wu Xuan'er's aggrieved and tearful eyes, and for some reason, he began to feel irritable.

These past few days, too many people in the court have wanted to bring him down. He has no choice but to rely on the power of the Wuling clan to stabilize his position in the court. Therefore, he cannot allow Wu Xuan'er to come out and disrupt his plans.

Wu Xuan'er woke up in a daze and saw Fu Chenchu ​​holding her and carefully feeding her medicine.

Upon seeing Fu Chenchu, she couldn't hold back the grievances she had held back for days. She turned around, hugged him tightly, pressed her face against his neck, and burst into tears.

Fu Chenchu ​​felt a pang of pain in his heart for some reason, and subconsciously raised his hand to pat her back: "It's alright, it's alright, I'm here, don't cry!"