The Virtuous Concubine

Malu didn't spoil him, even if he was sick, but she would never tolerate such a bad attitude towards her.

Immediately, Malu stood up and left. Seeing that she was angry, the prince subconsciously held her hand tightly.

It was as if if he let go, she would disappear forever in her own world.

Seeing this, Chen Xin quickly retreated, helped the two to close the curtain, and then stood outside to watch silently. Chen Xin muttered to herself: As expected of Consort De Zhao, the medicine cured the disease.

Look, the prince was unconscious due to a high fever two days ago and couldn't even speak, but now he has the energy to quarrel with the imperial concubine. If the situation continues like this, if the two of them really "fight" later, the illness may be almost cured!

But he was just thinking about it. If it was true... then he had to stop it.

Seeing that there were only two people in the room, Malu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Didn't you just tell me to go away? Why are you holding me back now?!"

When the prince was asked this, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he said hesitantly: "I... I didn't say that, you must have heard it wrong. You haven't answered me yet, why are you here? Aren't you afraid of the Emperor..." His voice became lower and lower, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry and uneasiness, as if he was afraid of something.

Malu sighed deeply, then gently reached out his hand, pushed the prince down on the bed, and carefully tucked the quilt for him.

The prince had been ill these days and had no strength left. He had no strength to resist, so he became obedient after being pushed lightly by Malu.

He lay on the bed, looking at Malu without blinking. His well-behaved look was so endearing that tears already welled up in his eyes.

"Oh, what's wrong? Why are you crying again? Are you in so much pain?" Malu felt distressed when seeing this. She couldn't help but bend down and gently gave the prince a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Hiss - why is it so hot? The fever hasn't gone away yet."

Malu sat up slightly, looked at the prince, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's your royal father who feels that the people around you are not taking good care of you and are clumsy, so he asked me to stay and take care of you. I am acting on your orders to come and see you."

The prince was lying on the bed. When he heard Malu say this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and grievance in his heart: "Oh."

If it wasn’t the Emperor, she wouldn’t have come, right?

Malu saw the misunderstanding in the prince's heart at a glance. She held her forehead helplessly, feeling that explaining to him was harder than climbing to the sky. Forget it, at this time, he wouldn't listen to reason, so it's better to save some energy.

After a while, Malu got up and changed a clean towel to wipe the prince's face. At this moment, she suddenly heard the prince's stomach making a gurgling sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet room.

When the prince heard his stomach growling, his face flushed and he looked a little embarrassed. Seeing him like this, Malu felt funny and a little distressed.

She gently reached out her hand and touched the prince's stomach. She felt it was flat and could even feel the shape of his ribs. It seemed that he had been tortured by illness for the past two days and couldn't eat anything. He was starving.

Malu said nothing, but silently walked to the side, picked up the basin and towel, and rinsed the prince's mouth. Then, she picked up a bowl of porridge that had been prepared long ago, sat down beside the bed, and gently scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and put it to the prince's mouth.

The prince looked at the porridge in Malu's hand, but did not open his mouth to eat. Malu smiled and said, "You are so old, but you still don't know how to take care of yourself. Even if you don't know how to take care of yourself, don't you have so many women in your backyard? Why don't they take good care of you..."

When the prince heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

He turned his head away abruptly, no longer looking at Malu, and stopped opening his mouth to eat. He even reached out and pushed the bowl in Malu's hand away, and the porridge in the bowl almost spilled out.

Malu was not angry. She just smiled and continued to coax the prince patiently with a spoon: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Okay? Eat the porridge first, or you won't even have the energy to argue with me later."

After hearing this, the prince was no longer willing to eat. He turned his head away and pushed the bowl away.

Malu was not annoyed. She chased him with a spoon and smiled, coaxing him for a long time: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Eat first, otherwise you won't have the energy to argue."

After the prince finished drinking the porridge, Malu cleaned up everything and sang to lull him to sleep.

The prince closed his eyes, but still held Malu's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would leave after he fell asleep. Malu gently tried to pull her hand away, but found that the prince was holding it very tightly and couldn't pull it out at all.

The prince murmured, "Would you lie down with me? The doctor said this disease is not serious."

Malu was helpless. She looked around and took off the pearl hairpins on her head, which were very piercing. Then, she unbuttoned the outer coat embroidered with gold and silver threads and gems, took it off carefully, and then gently got into the bed.

It's not that she is so crazy that she wants to seduce the prince at this time, but the clothes she wears outside have too many gold and silver embroidery and gems, which are really uncomfortable. If she lies down and gets wrinkles, she will inevitably be criticized if she goes out and is seen by others.

As soon as Malu got into bed, she felt a scalding heat coming from the prince. The prince seemed to feel very hot too, but he stubbornly hugged Malu tightly and refused to let go, as if only in this way could he feel at ease.

Malu smiled helplessly, and could only gently stretch out a hand, hold the prince's head, let him lean on his arms, pat his back with one hand, and hum a song to comfort him.

In such a quiet and warm atmosphere, the prince's tense nerves seemed to have finally found an outlet for venting. The pain and fear suppressed in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and tears burst out.

He didn't want Malu to notice, so he could only bite his lips tightly, trying his best to suppress the sound, and let the tears flow silently.

But even though the prince was so cautious, Malu still keenly noticed something was wrong. She stopped humming, lowered her head slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Malu felt a chill on her chest. She subconsciously pushed the prince away, took a closer look, and was shocked.

A large area of ​​his clothes on his chest was soaked.

Can an illness really make a person so vulnerable? Malu had a little doubt in his mind.