With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

The next day, Xiao Yier opened her eyes early and found herself lying in a very warm embrace. The corners of her mouth instantly lifted up and her eyes curved into crescents.

Although she was naive, she knew what happiness and security were. Now, she felt very safe and happy. She contentedly snuggled into the warm embrace, her little hands tightly grasping her mother's underwear, afraid that if she let go, all this would become a dream.

"Xiao Yi'er, are you awake? Is there any pain anywhere on your body?" Shu He rubbed her little head. It was the first time that a soft little girl fell asleep in his arms. The feeling was very wonderful.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, mother. Yier really likes holding you like this." As she said that, she nudged herself into her mother's arms again.

Shu He moved her body and hugged the little person in her arms tighter. "Okay, since Xiao Yi'er likes it, then mother will hold Xiao Yi'er and sleep for a while!"

It was already dawn, and I wanted to enjoy some more warmth, but at this moment there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Mrs. He, are you up yet?" Uncle Zhang's voice came from outside.

Shu He was a little surprised, but he still comforted Xiao Yier to sleep for a while, and then he put on his clothes and opened the door.

"Uncle Zhang." Outside the door, Uncle Zhang was holding a basket in his left hand. In the basket were some rice, flour, grain, oil, eggs, and other daily necessities. In his right hand, he was holding a bundle. The bundle was bulging, and no one knew what was inside.

"Madam He, my master asked me to bring you some daily necessities. This package contains a quilt and winter clothes that I just made for the cook at home before winter. Please don't dislike them. Inside, there is also a small cotton-padded jacket that I made overnight for Xiao Yier to keep warm." As he said that, Uncle Zhang stuffed all the things in his hand into Shu He's hands.

"Uncle Zhang, this..."

Shu He couldn't believe it. Was this something Baili Moqing had sent to her? Could it be that Uncle Zhang couldn't bear it and sent it to her without the man's knowledge?

She was just debating whether to return the items when she saw Nanqi walking towards her wearing a brown brocade robe with cloud patterns, holding a colorful pheasant in his hand.

"This is for you." He placed the golden pheasant in his hand next to her door, with a hint of arrogance and a little awkwardness on his face.

Shu He was confused. What was going on?

How come it feels like these people next door are crazy after just one day?

Yesterday, Uncle Zhang looked at her with fear and vigilance, but today he brought her something so early in the morning? And Nanqi, yesterday, his eyes were filled with dislike when he looked at her! How come he was like a completely different person after just one night?

"Why are you still in a daze? Isn't Xiao Yier hungry?" Nan Qi became dissatisfied when he saw her hesitating, and his voice rose several tones.

"Nanqi, how can you talk like that?" Uncle Zhang glared at him. Why has this kid been so irritable these past two days?

Shu He wanted to argue with him, but seeing that he was covered in snow and his boots were wet, she thought that catching the chicken must have taken him a lot of time. For the sake of the pheasant, she decided not to bother with him.

"Uncle Zhang, Xiao Yi'er and I can't finish this chicken. I'll save half for her to make soup later. You can take the other half back." Shu He smiled and took everything. She raised the winter quilt in her hand and said, "These things came just in time. Uncle Zhang, thank you very much."

"You're too polite, Madam He. We have everything at home. Nanqi hunted this chicken especially for Xiao Yi'er. It's cold out anyway, so if you can't finish it, you can freeze it and eat it tomorrow."

Hunted specially? Shu He was a little surprised. He looked at Nan Qi, but heard him say, "I just had nothing to do and brought it back. You don't need to thank me."

Shu He was speechless. How could this boy not speak human language? There was a hint of teasing in the corner of her eyes. "I didn't say I wanted to thank you, don't be so self-indulgent."

Nanqi's expression changed, and anger rose on his face, "He is indeed an ungrateful bastard!"

Seeing him walk away in anger, Shu He's face showed a bit of helplessness. Nanqi was straightforward and kind, but a bit childish and immature.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Nanqi is a kid who has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Madam He, please don't take it to heart."

Shu He shook his head, his face full of gratitude, "Uncle Zhang, thank you so much, you are my benefactors and Xiao Yi'er's!"

After Uncle Zhang left, Shu He tidied up the side room in the front yard and put on Xiao Yier the new cotton-padded jacket that Baili Moqing had made yesterday. Although it was a little big, it was very warm.

She boiled some hot water and wiped Xiao Yier's face.

Xiao Yier frowned. She didn't like washing her face anymore. She used to wash it with ice-cold water, which stung her face. Although she used hot water today, her face still hurt after washing.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Noticing Yi'er's expression, Shu He asked with concern.

Xiao Yier shook her head and smiled at her, "Yier, it doesn't hurt."

Shu He felt a pang of sadness, but she still forced herself to smile. "Tomorrow, Mom will make Yi'er some ointment to make her face smooth and shiny. That way, we won't have to worry about the wind blowing on our faces anymore. Okay?"

"Really?" Xiao Yi'er's eyes lit up, "Will Yi'er smell as good as Miss?"

Shu He paused slightly as she twisted the towel. She knew the "Miss" Yi'er was referring to was Chen Xiaohe from Mrs. Chen's family. How dare the son of a servant ask Yi'er to call her Miss?

Putting aside the fact that Yi'er's father was Baili Moqing, the seventh prince of Tianqi, her mother was the legitimate daughter of a fourth-rank general. She was born noble, so how could she be worthy of Chen Xiaohe?!

Seeing her mother's expression suddenly change, Xiao Yi'er's pupils shrank slightly, and she was a little scared, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Shu He put away the murderous intent in his eyes and gently stroked Yi'er's little head. "Xiao Yi'er, from now on, let's not mention those people anymore, okay? They went to a very far place and they won't be able to come back."

Xiao Yier showed confusion on her face, but she didn't ask any more questions. In her heart, whatever her mother said was good and right.

She nodded, "Okay. Then mother will quickly make ointment for Yi'er. Yi'er wants to smell good, and mother will smell good too!"

Shu He picked her up with a smile, and rubbed and kneaded her, making her laugh happily.

The laughter penetrated the narrow wall into the yard next door.

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but smile as he listened to the laughter. Nanqi was still standing on the tree in the yard, his eyes occasionally drifting towards the next yard.

"Nanqi, are you greedy?" Uncle Zhang stood under the tree, holding a steamed bun in his hand, sniffing fiercely. "That's the medicinal porridge that Lady He made for Xiao Yi'er. Why are you so jealous?"

Nanqi turned his face away and snorted, "No! I'm not Beiji, I don't like to eat that much."

"It's snowing so heavily, there shouldn't be anything happening outside. Come down and have breakfast." The steamed buns are delicious too!

Nanqi glanced at the white steamed bun in Zhang Bo's hand. For some reason, he had no desire to eat it at all. He didn't seem to be very hungry.

Nanqi came down and went to find Baili Moqing, who was sitting by the bed reading a book, his calm face showing no emotion. For more than four years, ever since the prince was poisoned, lost his internal strength, and finally even lost his ability to move, he always liked to sit alone and read like this.

There were a few side dishes and a bowl of porridge on the table, but nothing was touched.

"Master, you don't want to eat again?"

Baili Moqing turned a page of the book, as if his mind was completely immersed in it.

"It's the same stuff every day, and I really don't have much of an appetite. It would be great if Beiji was here, he loves researching food, and I can usually get some of the credit."

Nanqi looked at the heavy snow still falling outside the door, and his delicate eyebrows knitted together again. "If this snow keeps falling, it'll bury people!"

The breeze brought a faint fragrance, making people swallow their saliva. Even Baili Moqing, who was reading seriously at the side, paused and pulled his thoughts away from the book.

"Master, the lady next door, Madam He, seems to be quite good at cooking. Do you want to bring them over to our place? How about asking Madam He to cook for us?"

Baili Moqing remained unmoved, but he couldn't continue reading the book in his hand.

"Besides, the yard next door is full of corpses. Xiao Yi'er is so weak, and living with a bunch of corpses all the time is too yin. I don't think it's good. What do you think?"

Baili Moqing glanced at him and said, "I don't think it's appropriate either. So, go and deal with all the corpses in the yard."

Nan Qi was about to say that this was not what he meant, but before he could open his mouth, Baili Moqing gave him a gentle yet extremely murderous look.

"Yes, Master." Nanqi was a little discouraged, secretly cursing himself for being too talkative. What was the point of saying that? He was just looking for trouble!

After Nanqi left, Baili Moqing felt his appetite improve after smelling the fragrance. He pushed his wheelchair to the dining table and after eating a few mouthfuls of porridge, he put down his bowl and chopsticks again.

A snowflake, blown by the wind, landed on his knees and quickly melted into water. His dark eyes stared at the legs that had been unable to stand for two years. His eyes were so complex that they seemed to contain an entire galaxy: dark, beautiful, and full of danger.