Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian got up and sat down, stretched out his hand to hold Qi Yin's wrist, "I'll take you to dinner."

She pulled it slightly, and accidentally pulled the wound, Qi Yin grunted in pain and frowned.

Feng Qian paused.

She looked at Qi Yin: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Looking at the fragments, Feng Qian bowed his head and was about to roll up Qi Yin's sleeves.

Qi Yin reacted faster, he moved his body, stepped back, raised his left hand, and held Feng Qian's hand.

"No problem."

Feng Qian withdrew her hand, she was silent for a while, then approached slowly, and helped Qi Yin up.

Qi Yin didn't resist, and sat down on the bed with Feng Qian's strength. He leaned against Feng Qian and didn't say a word.

"Tell me the truth, will you?"

Qi Yin pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes.

"I'm fine."

He refused to say, but Feng Qian could guess that it must be serious.

"I am anxious."

The princess said in a serious tone, "I am also very distressed."

"Don't hide it from me, okay?"

Qi Yin paused for a moment, then, lowering his eyelashes, he said softly, "I can't move my right hand anymore."

"Let me see."

Feng Qian lightly held Qi Yin's right hand, and rolled up his sleeve very lightly.

Qi Yin had gauze wrapped around his arm, but there was no blood on the gauze, it must have been changed many times.

She has just woken up now, her divine power has not recovered, and she cannot heal the fragments.

Feng lightly pursed his lips.

At the beginning, she should have dealt with the person in the crime domain earlier, and come back earlier to protect him.

After reading it, Feng Qian slowly put down his sleeves.

She got up and got off the bed, supported Qi Yin's left arm, and led him out of the bed.

After placing the pieces on the seat, Feng Qian bent over and touched Qi Yin's head, "Wait for me obediently, I'll be back soon."

Qi Yin paused, before Feng Qian left, he raised his left hand and grabbed Feng Qian's sleeve.

He pursed his lips uneasily, "You'll be back, right?"

"Yes, I will."

Feng Qian nodded.

After pulling Feng Qian's sleeve for a while, Qi Yin let go.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the jade pendant on Feng Qian's waist.

Sitting in the position, very well-behaved.

Only then did Feng Qian turn around and leave to get food.

When the soldiers saw Feng Qian waking up, they were a little surprised: "Princess."

Feng Qian nodded slightly, and after taking the food, she asked a soldier, "How long have I been in a coma?"

The soldier replied respectfully: "Back to the princess, today is already the eighth day."

Hearing the answer, Feng Qian's hand holding the food box froze slightly.

Has it been eight days...

So, she has one last day left.

Feng Qian was a little distracted, and when his fingertips fell to his side, he felt a touch of coldness.

She looked down and found a jade pendant protruding from her waist.

Feng Qian held up the jade pendant and looked at it carefully.

There is a wind character engraved on the jade pendant, and there is still an open space below. It seems that it is intended to continue engraving, but for some reason, no more engraving.

This jade pendant could only be tied on by the fragments.

So, is it carved in fragments?

Rubbing the warm jade pendant with her fingertips, Feng Qian stood there for a moment before retracting her hand and returning to the main tent with the food box.

Seeing Feng Qian come in, a look of joy flashed across Qi Yin's eyes.

Feng Qian sat down beside Qi Yin and opened the food box.

After bringing out the food, Feng Qian picked up a bowl containing rice, put some vegetables into the bowl, then put down the chopsticks, picked up a small spoon to scoop up a spoonful of food and handed it to Qi Yin's lips.

"I'll feed you."

Qi Yin paused slightly, opened her mouth obediently, put the food in the spoon into her mouth, and chewed slowly.

Feng Qian was very serious about feeding, one bite at a time, and when the bowl of rice was finished, Feng Qian reached out and wiped the rice grains on the corners of Qi Yin's lips.

Treat her like the fragments did before.