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"Hey!" Jing Chunxi punched her thigh hard, the dull thud echoing through the sterile room. The pain in her palm was far less than the regret she felt in her heart—she was always like this, full of passion, but she only made things worse.

If only there was a helper... This thought made her murmur involuntarily: "Brother Xiaokang, where are you?" There was a sense of grievance and dependence in her voice that she herself was not aware of, and the ending tone trembled slightly.

"Xiaokang? Xiaokang? The prince is here!" Nanny Zhou suddenly opened her eyes, her cracked lips trembling as she squeezed out these words. Her bony fingers scratched at the bedsheets, the veins bulging on the back of her hand causing the IV tube to sway gently, as if she was trying to push herself up to greet the young master she'd been longing for.

"Mammy, it's me!" Jing Chunxi hurriedly held the old woman's cold hand, and was surprised to find that the fingertips had some temperature.

She carefully avoided the needle on the back of her hand and gently placed the nanny's hand back on the sheet, "Brother Xiaokang already knows about your situation." Half of the bottle of potion had been dripped, and the liquid in the transparent tube fell at a uniform speed, reflecting fine light under the light.

Jing Chunxi secretly calculated the time - according to the previous experience, it would take about quarter of an hour for the potion to drip out, but in the outside world it would take less than a cup of tea.

Mammy's forehead felt cool to the touch, indicating that the fever had indeed subsided. Jing Chunxi's eyes were filled with tears, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Mammy, you are finally alive."

Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto their clasped hands, looking like crystal pearls under the glaring light of the sterile room.

"Miss, where is this?" Nanny Zhou looked around blankly. The snow-white walls of the sterile room glowed with an unreal color under the cold light.

She shook her head weakly, a bitter smile forming on her lips. How could a place like this be a mourning hall for a lowly slave like her? It was just a roll of straw mat at best. A hint of self-mockery flashed in the old woman's cloudy eyes.

"Brother Xiaokang specially sent someone to rescue you." Jing Chunxi said while observing the nanny's reaction. He deliberately pronounced the words "Brother Xiaokang" very clearly and watched the light gradually brighten in the old man's eyes.

"When your injury is healed, you can go back to the farm with Xier. There are many children there." She saw a glimmer of light in the nanny's cloudy eyes, and an incredible joy appeared on her wrinkled face, as if the dry land suddenly welcomed a sweet rain.

"Is it the prince? Is it the young master!" Nanny Zhou's voice suddenly rose, and then immediately weakened, "This old slave's worthless life..." Having said that, her skinny fingers tightly grasped the sheets, her knuckles turned white due to the force, as if she had grabbed the last straw.

The wrinkles deeply etched on her face smoothed out, like withered flowers suddenly moistened by rain. She silently said to herself, "It's the prince, it's the prince who still remembers her."

"Madam Zhou, you need to eat something." Jing Chunxi didn't wait for the old woman to refuse and quickly walked to the door. When she returned, she was holding a bowl of steaming meat porridge in her hands. The rich aroma immediately filled the entire sterile room.

She carefully lifted Mammy's head and fed her warm porridge, spoonful by spoonful. The rice was stewed until soft, the meat finely minced, and each spoonful was cooled to the perfect temperature. Mammy Zhou's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, but she swallowed the life-saving food mouthful by mouthful.

After half a bowl of porridge, Nanny's eyelids began to droop again. Jing Chunxi anxiously looked at the virtual clock on the wall - she didn't know when the palace banquet would end, so she had to hurry.

"Mammy," she called softly, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze in March. At the same time, she took out the warm jade plaque from her lapel. The bluish-white jade glowed softly under the shadowless lamp. "Xi'er, I have something to ask you."

The lotus pattern on the jade plaque is clearly visible, and each petal is carved vividly.

Nanny Zhou's eyes suddenly widened. Her bony hands snatched the jade token with astonishing speed, rubbing the lines on it with her fingertips. "This is the prince's jade token! The retired emperor gave it to him!"

A sharp light flashed in her cloudy eyes as she stared at Jing Chunxi, her old face full of questions - how could such a valuable thing be here?

"Brother Xiaokang said that there might be something strange about this lotus." Jing Chunxi deliberately avoided the old man's inquiring gaze and said the four words "Brother Xiaokang" lightly and quickly.

"It concerns Prince Yan and the Crown Prince." She knew that as long as she brought up Xu Zize and Prince Yan, all the questions the nanny had would be swallowed back into her stomach.

The old man's loyalty to his master is a belief engraved in his bones and cannot be questioned.

Jing Chunxi looked at the nanny's gradually relaxed expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had once again narrowly won this dangerous game.

The Great Buddha Hall was indeed renovated a few years before the Emperor's death. "The floor tile with the lotus carved on it was laid under the altar, right in the center."

Nanny Zhou's voice was hoarse but unusually clear. Her wrinkled eyelids trembled slightly, and a few yellowed teeth were revealed as her cracked lips opened and closed.

These words seemed to have been engraved in her bones for a long time, and she blurted them out without thinking. The decisive tone made Jing Chunxi hold her breath, and her tense mood was relaxed.

"Isn't it the lotus base of the Bodhisattva?" Jing Chunxi's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and the exquisite lotus pattern on the jade token kept appearing in her mind. In her words, she was also giving the final confirmation to the nanny.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows on her pretty face, making her almond-shaped eyes look even deeper.

"This is a lotus, not a base." Nanny Zhou suddenly raised her voice, her hoarse voice sounding particularly abrupt in the silent room.

She struggled to raise her upper body, her gray hair falling from her loose bun, her bony fingers clutching the quilt tightly. "This old slave kneels down to clean it every day. I even remember the number of lines on each petal."

Her hands, covered with age spots, trembled violently, and an astonishing light burst out of her cloudy eyes.

As she handed the warm jade token back to Jing Chunxi, her veined hands suddenly erupted with incredible strength, gripping Jing Chunxi's slender wrist like a pair of iron pliers. "Miss, you must help the young master..." She panted rapidly, her nails almost digging into Jing Chunxi's flesh, "Help His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan..."

It was not until he saw Jing Chunxi nod seriously that his tense body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. His wrinkled eyelids slowly closed, but a relieved smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

When changing to the second bottle of potion, Jing Chunxi noticed that a rare tranquility appeared on Nanny Zhou's relaxed face. The wrinkles between her brows that had been tightly furrowed for years relaxed, and the corners of her cracked mouth slightly raised, as if she had unloaded the burden she had carried for many years.

This made her feel relieved a little, and she tiptoed out of the space, fearing that she would disturb the old man's rare sleep.