Ye Zhen sat down in the armchair next to her and looked softly at her son who was still writing. It seemed that he really knew what he had done wrong.
Ming Xi's little hands were sore from writing. Seeing that Ye Zhen had no intention of leaving, he had to put down his pen and look at her carefully. "Mother, I was wrong."
"Well, what did you do wrong?" Ye Zhen held back her laughter. In fact, she wanted to say a few words to him at first. After all, it was indeed his fault for accidentally hurting people. However, seeing him admit his mistake, she still softened her heart, but she didn't let Ming Xi know.
She didn't want to indulge Ming Xi. Even if he was a prince, he couldn't hurt people at will. If she let him go this time, he may feel that it doesn't matter if he hurts others. As a prince, Ming Xi should understand the truth of respecting others.
Ming Xi whispered, "Today, I accidentally knocked someone unconscious. Mother, I'm sorry."
"It's useless for you to say sorry to me. You didn't hit me." Ye Zhen whispered, "What did you do after you hurt someone?"
"I … I asked Yan Han to find a doctor." Ming Xi lowered his head. "Mother, I dare not do it again."
Ye Zhen rubbed his head. This was only a three-year-old child. It was already very good for him to ask Yan Han to find a doctor after hurting someone. "If you want to play with a stick, you can, but you have to choose the right place. This time, you hurt someone. Take it as a lesson. When that little brother wakes up, you have to say sorry to him."
Ming Xi nodded obediently. "Mother, I will say sorry to the little brother."
"Ming Xi is so good." Ye Zhen said softly.
She was very clear on what kind of responsibility Ming Xi shouldered. In a situation where she only had him as her son, he had to inherit Mo Rongzhan's hopes and expectations. No matter how noble his status was, she hoped that he would have a humble and kind heart, and not view the lives of others as ants because of his status.
"Mother, who is that little brother?" Ming Xi snuggled in Ye Zhen's arms. The little guy, who was afraid of being scolded by Ye Zhen, regained his former vigor.
Ye Zhen said, "It's the child who was rescued from the snow peach garden last time. He was injured, but you accidentally hit him. I don't know how his injury is now, but don't worry, I asked Yan Han to bring him back to the palace."
Ming Xi said in a small voice, "When he enters the palace, I will go see him."
"Where's Bright Jade?" Ye Zhen sat in her arms with Ming Xi in her arms. Only then did she realize that her daughter, who liked to stick to her most, was gone.
"He went to feed the Little White Rabbit," Ming Xi said.
While talking to her son, she saw Mo Rongzhan coming in from outside. His hair was still a little wet, and he was only wearing an unlined shirt. The cold wind was blowing outside. He was not afraid of the cold at all, but Ye Zhen's face sank.
Aren't you afraid of catching a cold on such a cold day?
"Father." When Ming Xi saw Mo Rongzhan appear, his eyes immediately lit up as he looked at him in worship, "Royal Father, I also want to be able to fly like you."
Mo Rongzhan coughed lightly. "We'll talk about it when you grow up."
"Father, did you defeat the Great General? The Great General is so powerful. "Ming Xi asked curiously.
Listening to his son's tone of worship, Mo Rongzhan said faintly, "Royal Father is slightly better."
Ming Xi cheered and jumped into Mo Rongzhan's arms at once. "Royal Father is so powerful. Will Royal Father teach me?"
"Good." Mo Rongzhan nodded lightly, but his eyes were already full of smiles.
"How old are you? What are you learning?" Ye Zhen said snappily, glaring at Mo Rongzhan.
Mo Rongzhan was in a good mood today. "Where's Bright Jade? Where's my little baby? "
"Go to feed the Little White Rabbit. Royal Father, I'm going to feed the Flamingo too. Will you come with me?" Ming Xi cried excitedly, no longer depressed.
"Good." Mo Rongzhan agreed without hesitation.
Ye Rou tugged at his sleeve. "It's freezing outside. Aren't you afraid of the cold if you only wear this shirt?"
Mo Rongzhan chuckled. "I'm fine."
"Eunuch Fu, go and get the Emperor a cloak." Ye Zhen's face was cold. She knew that he had profound internal energy, but today, he had just fought with Shui Yichen and had just taken a bath. It was easy for him to catch a cold.
Mo Rongzhan had no choice but to wait for Eunuch Fu to fetch the cloak before he took Ming Xi to find his daughter.
Ye Zhen returned to the bedchamber and looked at the sky outside. She asked Xue Lin to send some medicine to Shui Yichen. Even Mo Rongzhan was injured, so Shui Yichen's injury must be more serious.
With his face-saving personality, it was estimated that he would not call a doctor.
After dinner, Yan Han brought Yan Xiaoliu back from Zhuangzi.
"Mother, I'll go too." When Ming Xi heard that Yan Xiaoliu had come, he pulled Ye Zhen's sleeve. He also wanted to see the man.
"Good." Ye Zhen did not object. After all, it was Ming Xi who injured Yan Xiaoliu again.
Yan Han placed Yan Xiaoliu in the place where the palace people lived at the back of the side hall and specially vacated a room. When Ye Zhen came over, Yan Han was about to report.
"Heavenly concubine, when this subordinate rushed to Zhuangzi, the doctor said that the child's injury was too serious and he didn't know how to save him."
Ye Zhen frowned slightly and lifted her foot into the room. At a glance, she saw the delicate and beautiful little boy with a pale face and blood stains on the gauze bandaged on his forehead. It seemed that the wound was opened by Ming Xi.
"Hong Ying, go and get the medicine box." Ye Zhen whispered and went in to feel the child's pulse. Except for the head wound, the pulse was not very weak. It was probably because he had lost too much blood.
It seems that acupuncture is still necessary to stop the bleeding.
Ming Xi had been staring at Yan Xiaoliu lying on the bed. In his young heart, he did not know what the concept of death was. However, a person who could stand up not long ago was now lying motionless. He pursed his lips and could not tell what he was feeling.
After a long time, Ye Zhen put away the needles and bandaged Yan Xiaoliu's wound again. "Hong Ying, you stay and take care of him. Feed him medicine tonight. Come and inform me immediately when he wakes up."
Hong Ying answered, "Yes, Your Highness."
"Mother, when will he wake up?" Ming Xi asked in a low voice.
Ye Zhen said with a smile, "He will wake up in two days. It's very late now. Let's come to see him tomorrow."
"Good." Ming Xi nodded, thinking that he would come over tomorrow when he wakes up. Maybe this person has already woken up.
Taking Ming Xi back to the house, Ye Zhen coaxed the two children to sleep before returning to the bedroom.
Mo Rongzhan was reading a memorial in his hand. He had long taken off his cloak and his hair was loose behind him. The cold wind from the window was still drilling into the bedroom, but he did not feel cold at all.
"Did Eunuch Fu give you medicine?" Ye Zhen walked over and closed the window a little before sitting down beside Mo Rongzhan.
"I forgot." Mo Rongzhan replied absent-mindedly, his eyes fixed on the memorial.
This bastard!
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(Nine-headed Bird Academy)
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