"What are you doing! Do you know how much effort I put in to get you onto the bed?! "
Little Gong Dai shrank his neck after being scolded by GongYimo, but he did not feel humiliated or afraid. Children were the most sensitive to emotions. He seemed to feel that this Royal Sister was hostile towards him, but she was a kind person, so he did not put his guard up against her.
"Thank you …"
He grabbed GongYimo's wet clothes. His black jade-like big eyes were red like a little rabbit's, and there was a little uneasiness and guilt. His voice had not recovered, and he slowly said in a very soft child's voice, "Thank you … Royal … Sister."
The words "Royal Sister" made GongYimo's expression change for no reason. She actually felt a strange sense of refreshment!
She finally could not keep a straight face and became smug, and the villain in her heart howled to the sky!
Who would have thought that the Regent, who killed his father and brother in the future, who washed the harem with blood, who killed people like scything flax, would now pitifully call her Royal Sister? Who would have thought?!
Seeing that her expression had eased, Gong Dai clearly felt where the other party's joy came from. Although it was strange, he hurriedly called her Royal Sister again, as anxious as a little deer, pitiful and cute.
GongYimo was very happy to hear him call her Royal Sister. Looking at the little boy in front of her, she did not feel that he was an eyesore anymore. He was quite well-behaved when he was young!
"You're smart!" GongYimo smiled coldly and prepared to leave. Suddenly, the sound of a stomach growling sounded. Little Gong Dai's entire face turned red, and he looked at her shyly while holding his stomach.
The food she left behind was still in the courtyard, and it was probably not edible now …
Because food was very rare in the Cold Palace, little Gong Dai sensibly did not open his mouth even though he was very hungry. However, his body did not listen to him, and it made him feel very ashamed.
GongYimo naturally heard it as well. Her expression softened slightly. Although she was still expressionless, she took out a steamed bun from her sleeve again.
Although it was cold, Gong Dai hadn't eaten such a clean steamed bun for a long time.
GongYimo sighed as if she had accepted her fate. She sat by his bedside and took out a bottle of water. She tore open a steamed bun and fed it to the child bit by bit. Her movements were very stiff and careful. It was obvious that she did not know how to take care of a child.
Therefore, he gulped down a mouthful of water with every mouthful.
Little Gong Dai was really starving. In such a quiet Cold Palace, only the sound of him swallowing could be heard. His large eyes were slightly narrowed, as if wondering if this was a dream.
GongYimo's fingertips were slightly cold. She was clearly impatient, but her movements were very gentle. Every time she fed him, her fingers would come into contact with Gong Dai's warm lips. That small mouth was dry and soft, causing her heart to tremble slightly every time she touched it.
This was real. The Gong Dai in front of him was really just a child.
But so what?
The warmth did not last long. Gong Dai patted his clean hands. Seeing that little Gong Dai still wanted to say something, he quickly stopped him.
GongYimo deliberately ignored the other party's pair of black jade-like eyes. She turned her head and looked away with a cold expression.
"Alright, don't say anything … This Cold Palace is full of danger. I can't help you. In the future … you'll have to take care of yourself!"
It was one thing to feel moved and sympathize with him, but GongYimo knew that she would not be a saint to help a person who had tortured and killed her in her previous life. Moreover, Gong Dai had his own path. He was destined to be lonely on the path of the strong. He was not someone who walked the same path as her.
After she finished speaking, she saw the child's expression become terrified. She did not care if the other party had anything else to say. She turned around and ran away!
Little Gong Dai's raised hand paused slightly. His small mouth opened, but in the end, he did not say anything. He suppressed the disappointment in his heart, and a hurt expression flashed across his large eyes. This Royal Sister of his … probably did not want to get involved in trouble like him … Unfortunately, he did not know her name.
In the morning, GongYimo cultivated her inner strength for four hours before slowly waking up. Every time she finished cultivating her inner strength, she felt refreshed. Last night, she got a fever from the rain, but she immediately recovered.
In this life, she started cultivating a little late, but after all, she had cultivated once. Once again, she could cultivate each joint with ease. If this continued, in a few years, she would be able to pick up all her internal energy.
At this time, the door of her Cold Palace was rudely pushed open. A palace maid walked in with a face full of anger. She slammed the food box on the table and said angrily, "Little sickly brat, why aren't you dead yet!"
The moment she came in, GongYimo was already lying down. She remembered this palace maid. This was the third palace maid assigned to take care of her. The previous two paid a huge price to change positions. Well, who would be willing to take care of a sickly princess? It was fine if she was not favored, but she was actually still alive after four years of illness. It was a miracle.
GongYimo pretended to just wake up and glanced at her. Every time this palace maid was angry, she would come to the previous GongYimo to vent. Sometimes, she would not see her for a few days. She needed a quiet place to cultivate. Thinking of little Gong Dai who lived in the Cold Palace with her, she had an idea. It was better to get things done once and for all.
She rolled her eyes. She took out a handkerchief from somewhere and coughed violently. The palace maid was afraid of her illness and distanced herself from her in disgust. However, she heard GongYimo's weak voice.
"Ah … blood!"
The handkerchief she held up was stained with blood!
This gave the palace maid a fright. Without waiting for her to say anything, GongYimo pitifully said intermittently, "It can't be … tuberculosis, right …" That was contagious!
Immediately! The palace maid was so frightened that she hurriedly ran out. When she was far away, GongYimo relaxed and smiled.
This way, it wouldn't be long before the cold palace she lived in would be quarantined. No one would come to seriously confirm whether or not an unfavored princess like her really had tuberculosis. Thus, leaving her to fend for herself was the best way to deal with it.
In the future, other than delivering meals, there would not be any blind people who would come to find trouble with her. She could cultivate in peace. Otherwise, if someone discovered her abnormality, it would be really troublesome!
Just as she thought, a few palace maids came in a hurry. When they saw her sickly appearance and the bloodstained handkerchief in her hand, they did not dare to come close. They quickly quarantined the place and set up several layers of locks. Only a small window was left open for the delivery of meals. They really left her to fend for herself. For a seven-year-old child, this was really cruel.
GongYimo smiled. This was exactly what she wanted. When everyone left, she finally relaxed and jumped off the bed. After taking a deep breath in the courtyard, she stretched her arms and legs.
The sunlight after the rain sprinkled down like gold, illuminating the small beads of sweat on her thin and weak little face. The set of external skills that she practiced was a set of internal skills. The external skills were somewhat similar to the Tai Chi that she knew before she transmigrated. The internal skills were also particular about being long and continuous, with a good foundation.
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