Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

"Hmph, she was all high and mighty when she was pregnant."

They don't even respect this harem, and now they've lost two children in succession.

Murong Che was neglected by His Majesty for several months.

He had only been favored for a few days, and now he's back to his old ways.

The old nanny serving nearby chuckled and said, "Hehe, no matter what kind of trouble Fengzao Palace causes, it won't make any waves."

"With Prince Rui deposed and having lost his child, the Imperial Noble Consort is probably thinking of letting the Murong family's daughter show her face more often in front of His Majesty."

The old nanny's analysis eased Shangguan Shuofeng's expression somewhat.

She then waved her hand and said, "Never mind, he poses no threat to me now."

It's just a matter of having more people. Since His Majesty has already agreed, refusing would inevitably make His Majesty feel that I am not magnanimous enough.

Let him be..."

The old nanny respectfully responded and then whispered, "Your Majesty... would Prince Wuyou like to participate in the autumn hunt this time?"

Shangguan Shuofeng's face turned cold as he said indifferently, "As the legitimate prince, he naturally cannot be absent from such a grand banquet as the Autumn Hunt."

The old nanny hesitated, her face full of conflict, "But...but...His Highness is seriously injured this time, and I'm afraid he won't be able to attend the autumn hunt."

If something goes wrong, I'm afraid...

Shangguan Shuofeng, his face contorted with rage, interrupted the old nanny, "What's there to be afraid of? That bitch is tough enough not to die."

The old nanny looked unpleasant and wanted to say something more, but seeing the Queen's fierce gaze, she could only shut up awkwardly.

My heart is filled with sympathy for Feng Wuyou. Alas, Prince Wuyou must be the most unfortunate prince...

Inside the magnificent gilded palace, the scent of ambergris mingled with the stench of blood, lingering around the carved wooden couch.

Feng Wuyou leaned against a soft cushion embroidered with clouds and dragons, her long, dark hair falling onto her blood-stained inner robe.

His exposed back and arms were covered with crisscrossing scars—old wounds had formed light brown scabs, while new wounds were still oozing blood.

It meandered into a startling spider web on the jade-like skin.

He let Xiao Dezi wipe the hideous whip marks on his back with a cotton towel soaked in medicinal wine.

His knuckles, white from gripping the brocade quilt, remained fixed on the coiled dragon pattern on the gilded canopy, his eyes vacant as if his soul had been ripped away.

“Your Highness, this wound medicine is cold, just bear with it…” Xiao Dezi’s throat bobbed, his voice choked with emotion.

The candlelight flickered on the copper basin with the silver hairpin, casting tiny golden glints on the medicinal soup. He held the gauze with extremely light touches.

They were afraid of hurting the lifeless jade statue in front of them.

Feng Wuyou suddenly twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, a smile that was more unsightly than a grimace.

The sound escaping from his throat was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"Pain? I've long forgotten what pain feels like." With that, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes casting dark shadows beneath them, like a butterfly about to fall.

A wild goose cried out outside the carved window, startling the tassels on the curtain corners to sway gently.

Xiao Dezi stared at the new knife wound on the prince's wrist; the wound on the wrist was twisted and turned like the mouth of a ferocious tiger.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out at the deep, bone-revealing laceration, and dark red blood mixed with tissue fluid kept gushing out, staining the plain white undergarment a mottled purplish-brown.

The gauze handkerchief pressed between his fingertips was already soaked through, and fresh blood meandered down between his fingers, blooming into alluring flowers on the jade bricks.

The blood-stained handkerchief slipped to the ground, and the muscles at the wrist bone continued to twitch uncontrollably, drawing out strings of blood droplets.

The skin around the wound had turned bluish-purple, and bright red blood dripped down the forearm onto the quilt embroidered with lotus blossoms, creating a spiderweb-like pattern.

The water in the copper basin was changed three times, but it remained a deep crimson.

Xiao Dezi applied the hemostatic powder to the wound with trembling hands, but still could not stop the bleeding.

Xiao Dezi felt heartbroken seeing the gauze applied instantly soaked through and becoming translucent.

With a trembling voice, she said, "Your Highness... the injury on your wrist is extremely serious."

"This servant...this servant will have to fetch the imperial physician for you."

Feng Wuyou's expression was cold as she said indifferently, "If we were to die like this... wouldn't that be the best outcome..."

If he were to die, would Father be happy... and no longer hold a grudge against him...?

Xiao Dezi looked panicked and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense... This servant will go and fetch the imperial physician right away..."

Just as he was about to get up after tightly bandaging the wound on Feng Wuyou's wrist with gauze, he bumped into the old nanny who had rushed over.

This person was none other than Granny Jin, who served the Empress. Xiao Dezi was initially nervous and frightened upon seeing Granny Jin.

Seeing the tense expression on the face of the imperial physician behind Granny Jin, he relaxed a little.

She tentatively bowed, "Granny Jin... Your Highness..."

Granny Jin glanced at him briefly before frowning and speaking to the imperial physician behind her.

"Go immediately to treat His Highness Wuyou!"

The imperial physician bowed and acknowledged the order, then went to Feng Wuyou's bedside to examine her.

His expression changed upon seeing Feng Wuyou's shocking injuries.

He immediately frowned, opened the medicine box, and began to treat Feng Wuyou's injuries.

The imperial physician treated Feng Wuyou's injuries, and the palace was eerily quiet.

Xiao Dezi and Granny Jin waited anxiously.

Half an hour later, the imperial physician finally stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, Feng Wuyou had fallen into a deep sleep, and the imperial physician slowly retreated to the side to look at Granny Jin.

"Fortunately, the treatment was timely, and His Highness is now out of danger."

However, due to excessive blood loss and constant worry...

The series of symptoms shocked even the imperial physician.

The prince, a man of great stature, bore the marks of years of old wounds and the anxieties of many years.

It was clearly a long-term injury, yet there were no records of it in the Imperial Hospital.

No word of His Highness Wuyou has leaked out.

All of this suggests something unusual, and judging from the calm demeanor of the head maid beside the Empress, she probably already knew.

Could it be...? Thinking of the last person, she immediately composed herself.

She was just a minor imperial physician and shouldn't meddle in other people's business.

Granny Jin said solemnly, "Just use the best medicine to cure His Highness."

Xiao Dezi asked in a trembling voice about some precautions; he knew a little about medicine.

Write down everything the imperial physician said.

"Your Highness's health will likely require even more careful care."

"A slight mishap could cost you your life..."

Xiao Dezi nodded hurriedly, "This servant will certainly take good care of Your Highness..."

Meanwhile, Granny Jin asked in a deep voice, "If Your Highness participates in the hunt five days from now, will your body be able to handle it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that both the imperial physician and Xiao Dezi were looking at her.

Shocked, Xiao Dezi clenched his sleeves and his heart pounded.

Your Highness is so badly injured, how can you still participate in the hunt?

He knew this was probably the Empress's doing, given everything she had done to His Highness.

All of this made him wonder if His Highness was truly the Queen's biological child...

The imperial physician paused, his brows furrowing. Hunting? To participate in a hunt with such severe injuries?

"I'm afraid they're risking their lives," he said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness's current physical condition precludes any strenuous activity."

The wound will reopen, and His Highness is too weak to be exposed to the wind.

It would be best to rest quietly in your room for a while.