I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

"Empress Zhaoyi, this girl has a fever because of the cold air entering her body. Perhaps she is a little emotionally excited and has difficulty in releasing the evil fire, so she has a fever. Do you think I should prescribe medicine for her or wait for the imperial doctors to come back?"

"When I took her pulse just now, I noticed that the ends of her hair were wet. Did she get caught in the rain? Your Majesty is in a hurry. I'm afraid that Doctor Zhao and his men won't be back for a while. But the girl has a high fever now. If we delay any further, I won't know what to do."

"Everything is up to you, Madam."

The young doctor gently put away the wrist pillow, bowed and stepped aside. Su Minglang walked softly to the bed. Nanxing closed his eyes tightly and frowned, not knowing what he was dreaming about. "No need to wait, prescribe some medicine, let's get rid of the fever first."

"Yes, then I will take my leave and go back to prepare the medicine."

"Xiaoye, follow me." Su Minglang ordered without turning his head, "Xiaohe, go get some warm water, a little hotter."

Su Minglang reached out and gently touched her forehead. The scorching temperature seemed to burn her skin. "No, no! No!"

Nanxing murmured "no" in a daze, his brows furrowed and his body trembling. He didn't know whether he was suffering from the heat or the biting cold.

"No!" A line of tears flowed down her eyes, "Dad, Mom, Mom..."

"Nanxing? Nanxing?" Su Minglang reached out and held Nanxing's hand tightly, trying his best to give her a little warmth, "Nanxing?"

"It's okay, everything is okay, I'm here, Nanxing, it's okay..."

Nan Xing seemed to hear Su Minglang's words of comfort, and his brows gradually relaxed, but he held Su Minglang's hand and was unwilling to let go at all.

"Nanxing is not afraid anymore, not afraid anymore." Su Minglang looked at Nanxing as if he was looking at his own daughter. In the previous life, the prince was raised by her when he was young. Whenever it rained and thundered, he had to hold her hand before he would fall asleep. Even when he fell asleep, he would still mutter the words "mother" and "fear".

Su Minglang has lived two lives as a human being, so if you really think about it, she is qualified to be Nanxing's mother. Looking at the young girl curled up in the quilt, calling her "Mom" in a daze, Su Minglang felt heartbroken and sad.

In her previous life, she comforted the little prince in the same way, but she never expected that the child she watched grow up would follow others and become ignorant, and eventually even forced his adoptive mother to death. Poor her, she did her best to take care of him all his life, planned for him, taught him to read and write, and gave him the greatest sense of security when he was afraid, but she ended up raising a tiger to her own detriment. That woman's child is that woman's child after all, and that man's blood is that man's blood after all.

Selfish, cowardly, mean, and most importantly, he is so incompetent that he can only use other people's achievements to decorate himself.

"Nanxing is different after all." Su Minglang forced himself to wake up from the unbearable memories. Looking at the sleeping face of the person on the bed gradually calming down, Su Minglang sighed sincerely, "Perhaps I have already forgotten how I treated her in the beginning."

Nanxing is the wolf cub that Su Minglang fell in love with at first sight. She wants to train her to be the sharpest knife in her hand, but as time goes by, her feelings towards Nanxing become more and more different.

Ever since she saw Nanxing dying in Li Zhao's hands, Su Minglang understood that she had been changing silently. Now Nanxing was not only a useful tool to her, but also a partner, someone she could entrust to her with peace of mind.

"Nanxing, you must get better!"

"Empress, the water is here." Xiao He gently placed the basin of steaming water on the edge of the bed, soaked it in water, wrung it dry, and gently placed it on Nanxing's forehead, where there was still cold sweat from struggling in the nightmare.

"Give it to me." Su Minglang took the towel from Xiao He before she could refuse, and gently spread it out to wipe the skin on Nan Xing's hands and feet. "Wipe it with hot water, and wait for Xiao Ye to bring back the prescription."

"Empress, is Nanxing okay?" Xiaoqing couldn't help but ask as she looked at the person sleeping on the bed.

"No!" Su Minglang shook his head firmly, "She will be fine."

Su Minglang's expression became serious, but the person on the bed didn't notice it yet. "Just take the medicine and wait for the sweat to come on. You two can go and do your own things. You don't have to stay here."

"Let the servants take care of Miss Nanxing." Xiao He said worriedly, "You are weak, so don't get too close to her to avoid getting sick."

"It's okay." Su Minglang waved her hand indifferently. In the previous life, the prince had always been frail and sickly, and had to rely on Su Minglang's care. Or rather, she had already become adept at taking care of children.

"After everyone left, Su Minglang could no longer suppress the pity in his expression, "Do you miss your mother? When you wake up, I will give you a holiday and let you go back to your hometown to visit your relatives, how about that?"

"Wake up quickly, Nanxing."

"Master!" Xiao Ye asked softly outside the door, "The medicine has been brought back. Is Nan Xing showing any signs of waking up?"

"Come in." Su Minglang waved and greeted: "Where's the medicine?"

"Xiao He just took over and cooked it." Xiao Ye pointed in the direction of the small kitchen, "Xiao Qing followed too."

"How is Nanxing, Master?" Xiao Ye leaned over to look at the girl on the ground. "Just now the imperial physician said that Nanxing has a heart disease. What's going on?"

"She's usually so active, how could she just faint?"

"Alas!" Su Minglang sighed helplessly, "This child is just a taciturn person. He never says anything about himself."

"Forget it. What's the point of thinking about these things now? Let's talk about it after Nanxing wakes up."

"Sister Xiaohe, do we need to tell that person about this?" Xiaoqing asked while adding firewood to the stove.

"Pay attention to the heat, don't let it dry out!" Xiao He reminded, looking at the medicine jar on the stove in a daze.

"What did you say? That Concubine Su went to the Imperial Hospital to ask for someone for her maid?"

"Or is it that she has a close relationship with a palace maid?" Xiao He said expressionlessly, "Or do you have something else to report?"

Xiao He recalled that Su Minglang's anxious look did not seem fake. Looking at her attitude towards Nan Xing, and then thinking back to the treatment she had suffered, a sense of imbalance welled up in her heart.

"There's nothing much to say." Xiao He sighed, "I couldn't find the imperial physician when I went to the Imperial Hospital today because that person called all the imperial physicians away. I don't know what happened."

"But we haven't informed that person for a long time." Xiao Qing felt a little uneasy, "He won't blame us, right?"

"Zhaoyi Su didn't do anything anyway. She either lay there reading a storybook or staring out the window in a daze. What's there to say?"

"That's right." Xiaoqing touched his head, and Xiaohe nodded slightly, but a strange feeling flashed in his eyes.