The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

"Shut up." Chu Bainiao swept a cold gaze over, and the man who spoke shut his mouth with a pale face.

Although the prince was usually quite indulgent towards them, he was a nobleman after all, and he was still very scary when he got angry.

Chu Bai Niao walked a few steps to his senior brother, took his arm from the male servant, and lightly supported it, and asked softly: "Xiao Yan, are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Yan took small sips of air, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes and threatening to fall. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he stammered for a long time without uttering a word.

Chu Bainiao was a little anxious, so he secretly probed his soul into his brother's body to see what was wrong with him.

The soul scanned the area.

Very healthy.

Chu Bainiao: ...

Ji Yan grabbed her wrist and sobbed softly: "My lord, my heart hurts."

Although she was a little speechless, she still silently helped her brother up, "Since your heart hurts, I will take you back to your room? Do you need a doctor to take a look?"

Ji Yan half leaned in Chu Bai Niao's arms, and was supported to walk forward rather weakly, "No need, Your Majesty, this is an old problem for me."

The two figures disappeared behind the rockery, and the men sitting at the table became active.

Some people left the table in a rage, some ate with cold faces, and some watched the show with indifference.

“Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat,” the man in emerald green clothes snatched the chopsticks from the person next to him and threw them on the table, “The prince has been seduced away by the new guy, and you’re still eating!”

"I think he is not someone you can get along with easily. Don't you think about yourselves?"

"I think he's fine," a man at the next table picked up a piece of pork elbow slowly, "He just looks sickly. He never leaves the house on weekdays. Isn't he like an invisible man?"

"Yes, if the prince likes you, then he likes you. It's as if he will sleep with you if he's not around."

The man in green was so angry at this group of stupid teammates that he almost vomited blood. He threw down his chopsticks in anger and left the table.

On this side, Chu Bainiao helped his senior brother to sit down beside the bed, and ordered someone to prepare a table of light meals and serve them up.

Ji Yan sat on the bed and blamed himself with tears in his eyes: "My Lord, have I caused you any trouble? You were supposed to..."

He lowered his head in embarrassment, tears falling on his clothes, "You were going to have dinner with those, those... your wives."

Ji Yan felt distressed as he spoke. His handsome eyebrows slightly frowned. He closed his eyes. His long eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck together in clumps.

Chu Bai Niao knew that he had misunderstood. She stood by the bed and said carefully, "They are not my wife's wife. They just have some changes in their families and are staying in my house temporarily."

"This king has nothing to do with them."

Ji Yan almost couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, but fortunately he just lowered his head.

It doesn't matter?

Are you a liar?

If it really doesn't matter, why do you keep them in your house?

Are they all staying in the palace due to family changes?

Ji Yan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He was brewing his emotions, and when he looked up, his expression was even sadder, "Are all of you staying in the palace because of family changes..."

She said sadly, "Yes, I also came to the palace with nowhere to go. I thought I was different in the prince's heart..."

"It turns out that I was just being sentimental."

Chu Bai Niao scratched her head anxiously, "You are different from them in my heart," she gave an example, "Look, where you live is closest to me, isn't it?"

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chu Bainiao to say this.

Chu Bai Niao walked to the table and sat down. "Anyway, you should stay in the palace with peace of mind. You are different from them. If you feel annoyed, I will find a reason to send some of them away."

It doesn't make any difference to give them some silver and keep them outside the mansion for the original owner.

Ji Yan lowered his head, looking like a sickly little white flower.

"No need, my lord. How can you send those...people out of the palace because of me? They are just pitiful people."

Chu Bai Niao sighed, "It's best if you think this way. There are several soldiers in the courtyard who died saving me. They risked their lives to save me, so I have to be responsible for their brothers."

"We can't let a few men be bullied by hooligans."

Ji Yan clenched his hands silently in his sleeves, feeling like he was about to faint from anger.

Is this prince of Da Chu a saint?

Wouldn't it be enough to send someone to take care of him and give him some money on time every month? Why do you have to bring him home to be taken care of?

The facts were just as Ji Yan had thought. The good-looking men were taken into the mansion by the original body, while the average-looking ones were taken care of by people sent by the original body.

Chu Bainiao thought that she might as well use her senior brother as an excuse to send all the men in the yard away, but she didn't know whether her senior brother in this world would fall in love with her.

She coughed lightly and asked, "Does your heart still hurt?"

Ji Yan raised his head with a sad look and said weakly, "It hurts."

Although Chu Bai Niao didn't know why his heart ached when he was in good health, he still said, "I'll ask an imperial physician to see you. Your health is not good, so stay in the mansion and take good care of yourself."

Ji Yan hummed softly, and at this moment the servant walked in from outside and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the food is ready."

Chu Bai Niao: "Serve the food."

He walked to the bedside and helped his brother up. He looked at his three-dimensional porcelain-white face and asked softly, "Eat something first, okay?"

Ji Yan nodded, leaning half of his body on Chu Bainiao and walked out.

After the meal, the imperial physician arrived. The middle-aged woman took Ji Yan's pulse and asked a few questions before speaking: "This young master has a disordered pulse and has had some health problems since childhood. I will write a prescription for you to take the medicine on time every day and recuperate for a period of time before seeing the effect."

After the imperial physician left, Chu Bainiao was a little puzzled. When she examined her senior brother, he was clearly in good health.

The soul cannot make mistakes.

Senior brother lied to her?

When Ji Yan saw the prince looking at him with a thoughtful look, his eyes couldn't help but become red again.

The delicate and pretty boy bit his lip timidly, his eyes full of cautious exploration, "Yes, I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Is the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician very expensive? I... I can choose not to treat it. This is an old problem. It's okay."

"It's not expensive," Chu Bai Niao felt distressed again. Whenever her senior brother cried, she felt that she was being unreasonable. "Treat him, why not? Let's treat him slowly and recuperate slowly, okay?"

If my heart aches, then so be it. I’ll just go with whatever my senior brother says.

Ji Yan threw himself into Chu Bainiao's arms, hugged her waist tightly with both hands, and cried. His voice was so thin and small, like a kitten.

"Prince...Prince, you are so kind to me. No one has ever been so kind to me since I was a child..."

Chu Bai Niao felt the wetness coming from his clothes, and he reached out and stroked the boy's hair, comforting him: "Don't be sad, I will always treat you well."