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

"Mother!!"

Seeing her coming, Xiao Yier waved to her excitedly, "Mom, come quickly!"

Shu He hesitated for a moment, then walked in. Seeing the disgust on his face growing deeper and deeper, she stopped in front of the desk. "I, I'm going to find Xiao Yi'er and go back to rest."

"Mom, Yi'er is writing, Yi'er doesn't want to sleep!"

Xiao Yier sat on Baili Moqing's lap, shrank into his arms, her face full of rejection and request, asking her to play for a while longer.

"But it's getting dark. It's time to rest." Shu He coaxed Xiao Yier softly.

"No, no!" Xiao Yier pouted and snuggled into Baili Moqing's arms again, acting like a rogue.

Seeing her constantly stepping on Baili Moqing, Shu He was a little worried that he would be tormented by Xiao Yier.

The man's calm voice sounded, "It's still early, let her play for a while longer."

Shu He was a little surprised. He could actually be so tolerant of Xiao Yi'er!

Although the man in front of her was still handsome, from what she had seen in the past few days, she no longer saw the "high-spirited and energetic" man she had seen when they first met at the age of twelve.

Is it because of growth? Or, because of those legs?

"Can I take your pulse?"

Shu He blurted out these words without knowing why.

Nanqi just walked to the door of the study, and his face showed excitement when he heard this.

He had previously urged his master to take He Niangzi's pulse, but his master was very resistant to women approaching him, let alone physical contact. Therefore, he proposed twice, and each time he was flatly rejected. Later, he was warned that if he brought it up again, he would be exiled to the Western Frontier!

"No need!"

The man's cold voice extinguished all of Nanqi's excitement.

It seems that it still doesn't work.

Shu He calmed his mind and became more conscious.

What happened to me just now? It's so strange, what pulse is being taken?!

It would be even better if he refused! She must have been confused just now to think of taking the initiative to check his pulse.

"Yier, let's go. Don't you want to play fishing? Mother is ready. She's in the room. Do you want to come?"

Shu He saw Xiao Yi'er's eyes light up, and immediately knew that something was going to happen. She continued, "Besides, didn't you say you wanted to hear your mother tell you a story? After we play games, your mother will tell you a story to put you to sleep, okay?"

"Okay!" The child really couldn't resist the temptation. As soon as Shu He finished speaking, Xiao Yier jumped off Baili Moqing's legs. "Let's go."

Shu He couldn't help laughing. This kid was so naive and gullible.

Shu He pulled her around, but then thought of something. He squatted down and said to Xiao Yi'er, "Yi'er, didn't mother teach you to be polite? What should you say to Uncle Mo?"

Xiao Yier tilted her head and thought for a moment, then finally remembered. She turned around and waved to Baili Moqing, saying sweetly, "Goodbye, Uncle Mo."

Baili Moqing subconsciously raised his hand and imitated her, but after shaking his hand twice, he realized something was wrong.

What does this "goodbye" mean? Why the wave?

He put his hands down awkwardly and pulled his cloak closer, partly to hide his embarrassment, and partly because once night fell, the coldness in his body doubled and he became very cold.

Seeing a little embarrassment on his face, Shu He smiled faintly and took Xiao Yier away.

At the door, Xiao Yier saw Nanqi, waved to him and said goodbye.

Nanqi's expression was gentle. He touched her hair and said "goodbye".

Although I don’t understand what “goodbye” means, judging from the literal meaning, it should mean looking forward to seeing you again, right?

Nanqi entered the house only after the two men left.

Baili Moqing looked at the crooked words on the table, his eyes slightly curved.

Nan Qi looked at the words on the table and couldn't help but complain in his heart, "What the master taught is almost the same as what I taught..."

"Take them all."

The south will respond.

The moonlight is bright, climbing up to the treetops, and the cold branches paint the night into a picture.

In the quiet house, two playful voices were unusually obvious.

Madam Wang got on the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

Xiao Yier's laughter came from the opposite room, and she also raised the corners of her mouth.

"Mrs. He is making such a loud noise, and Brother Nanqi doesn't come to take care of it? Aren't they afraid that she will disturb the young master's rest?" Mrs. Zhang, who was sleeping on the other bed, was dissatisfied with the noise made by Shu He and Xiao Yier.

"Don't you understand?" Madam Wang turned sideways.

"What did you understand?" Madam Zhang was puzzled. She sat up and asked curiously.

"Our master likes Xiao Yi'er very much." Madam Wang had already noticed that the young master looked at Xiao Yi'er differently from others, and he was particularly tolerant of her! Otherwise, such a big thing would not have happened today, and Madam He would still be able to live here with Xiao Yi'er.

"Also, I heard from Uncle Zhang that Brother Nanqi has already hired people and cars from Yuancheng."

"What are you doing?" Madam Zhang asked before Madam Wang finished speaking.

"What else can we do? Send my cousin away!"

"What? Just because of what happened today?" The young lady had just told the official the truth, and the young master was sending her away? Instead, he kept the woman suspected of murder behind. How could this move be so confusing and incomprehensible?

"So, you can imagine how much the young master cares about Xiao Yi'er, right?" Madam Wang's face was full of pride. It was as if she had seen through Baili Moqing and everyone in the room.

Madam Zhang smacked her lips, a bit envious. So the young master likes children? If she brought her own grandson over tomorrow, would she also win his favor? Maybe even get a raise on her monthly salary!

Lady Wang didn't know what Lady Zhang was thinking. She just thought Xiao Yi'er was incredibly lucky. Perhaps all her bad luck had been used up in the past few years, and the future would only be bright.

The laughter died down after a long time, and Anhejuli fell into silence again.

Baili Moqing was sitting by the window reading a book, his whole body trembling.

Nanqi brought another coat and said, "Master, it's getting late. You should go to bed early."

Baili Moqing's bed had a floor heating system. Uncle Zhang lit a fire in the evening, and the bed was already warm by then.

Baili Moqing coughed twice and put down the book.

Listening to the silence outside, he realized how late it was. He used to dislike loud noises. But why, this time, when he heard the child's laughter, he didn't feel annoyed at all?

The toxins in his body seemed to be getting worse, and the cold he'd felt over the past two days was much worse than before. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

Nanqi pushed him to the edge of the bed and was about to get on it when a slight sound from the roof made his whole body tense up.

"Master, I'll go out and take a look."

Nanqi's face turned cold. It's only been a few days, and there are bandits and assassins. One group after another. How can we sleep peacefully?

This lady is such a nuisance!!

He thought that the person who came this time was just a small fry, but when he opened the door, a strong internal force rushed straight to his chest.

His expression changed in shock and he quickly stepped back.

After his mind was calm, he slapped away the force with one palm.

Nanqi stood still, his eyes quickly locked onto the target, and at the same time, he was surprised. This time, such a powerful person came! Who on earth is this He Niangzi?

Baili Moqing came to the door and looked at the people outside calmly, but he couldn't help feeling sad.

He finally sent someone.

Is brotherhood really worthless in front of him? Even if he is poisoned and has not much time left, is he still worried?

"Prince Dongli, oh no, His Highness the Seventh Prince, how are you?"

A middle-aged man in a green robe was standing outside the house. In this cold night, although he was dressed thinly, he was calm and composed, with an imposing aura, as if an airflow automatically generated around his body to protect him.

Nanqi was shocked. He didn't expect that this person was not coming for Lady He, but for his master.

Master, do you know him?