What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

The court has sent someone to pick up the little prince, and he is now waiting in the prime minister's residence.

Xie Zhujin looked at Lu Jinan at this time, and finally figured out the things that he had been unable to understand, such as why he suddenly appeared in Nanfeng Pavilion to save him, why he spent a lot of money to redeem the jade pendant for him, and why he went to great lengths to let him stay.

He knew that he might have approached him with a purpose, but he had ridiculously thought that he wanted him. He had already fallen into it, but now he pushed him away with his own hands.

He said with a wry smile: "So uncle is sending me away?"

Lu Jin soothed Xie Zhujin's face and looked at him gently as usual.

"You are a member of the Xie family. You have the right to return to your place."

The young man rubbed his face against the man's hand, his eyes lowered, and his long eyelashes hid a dark frown.

"Uncle wants me to succeed him."

Xie Zhujin thought so. If he said he wanted it, he would help him get it and stay with him for the rest of his life.

Lu Jinan covered his mouth, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"I have no desire for power. I simply want you to have everything you already have. You are not an orphan without a father, nor are you a plaything of prostitutes. You are the prince of our Great Jing Dynasty, a noble who deserves to stand at the highest position."

Xie Zhujin listened, his heart fluttering. Yes, he wasn't some wild kid in the flowery alleys, someone who came and went at will. He should be like Lu Jinan, who would have countless people at his beck and call just for standing there.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lu Jin settled it down for a moment, but still told him that he hoped he would help him keep an eye on the queen in the palace, as it was not easy for her to be alone in the palace.

Xie Zhujin lowered his head and replied "OK". No one knew that there were blood beads on his tightly bitten lips, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He pulled the corner of his mouth and tried not to look so sad when he looked at him.

"As long as you want, I'm willing to help you!"

Lu Jinan's lips trembled slightly. He should be happy. This child is so insightful and intelligent! He should praise him for being a good child instead of feeling sour on his behalf.

Once you enter the palace, you risk your life. Outsiders may think it is glamorous, but how can a prince who has no maternal family and no one to rely on have a place in the palace?

If possible, he would rather he could become an ordinary person, run a small business to support his family, and live a carefree life. He was wrong to act on his own without asking him whether he wanted to be a prince.

He looked at the child who was walking out of the hall with his back to him, and he murmured softly.

Sorry

Xie Zhujin also paused for a moment, then walked out of the Lu Mansion without any reluctance.

It was not until he got into the sedan that he finally lost control of his emotions. He covered his face with his hands, but he could not stop the tears from flowing out.

Why is he crying? Didn't he want to enter the palace? Didn't he want to be a prince admired by everyone? Didn't he want to be looked down upon by others?

What right did he have to be sad? The person he cared about was not him.

……

Inside the Imperial Study Room

Xie An held the pen, but the memorial on the table did not move, and the amount was still the same as before.

Xie An pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. He didn't know what was wrong, but he just couldn't concentrate on reading or write.

"Your Majesty, the person has been brought here."

The father-in-law who came in reported

Xie An put down his pen and said, "Let someone in."

After everyone came in, Xie An began to look at his son seriously for the first time.

When he thought about how he had treated his son as Lu Jinan's pet, he wanted to go back and slap himself a few times.

He began to carefully examine Xie Zhujin. His features were probably more like his mother's, as they resembled the Empress. Actually, he didn't have much of an impression of Yu Niang, but he vaguely felt that she looked similar to Zhiyi.

When he thought of Yu Niang, Lu Jinan's words came to his mind: if you like someone, you must respect and be responsible for her.

Although he felt a little unhappy when he thought that he, an emperor, had to be asked to do things by Lu Jinan, he was not an unreasonable emperor. He knew which words were truly disobedient to him and which were honest advice that would hurt his ears.

The common people are ordinary people, and the women he favors are also ordinary people. If he cannot judge things impartially, how can he make the world submit to him?

Perhaps because Lu Jinan was too serious at the time, Xie An unconsciously kept these words in mind.

After coming to his senses, he looked at Xie Zhujin again. Hmm, his nose looks like his, and his mouth is also... Hmm? ...Wait, why is his mouth broken?!

Xie Zhujin was still not used to someone staring at him like that, but he knew that he was the emperor and he couldn't afford to be uncomfortable.

In just a moment, Xie Zhujin felt his jaw being pinched, and he met Xie An's sinister eyes.

"Lu Jinan bit it? Huh? You and him really have some shameful dealings?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and his thin lips curled into a sarcastic arc.

"No wonder he risked his life and property to force me to grant you an identity in the palace. No wonder he insisted on using the promise I made to him on your mother, even if it meant turning his face against me! Thank you, Zhu Jin, you're quite capable!"

Xie Zhujin wanted to open his mouth to explain, but the pain in his jaw prevented him from speaking.

But Xie An seemed to have gone mad, his eyes suddenly red, and he slapped Xie Zhujin to the ground. The corner of the boy's mouth was bloody, and the bright red palm print on the side of his cheek quickly swelled up.

He grabbed Xie Zhujin's collar, his face gloomy, and said, "Tell me, what does the current prince want to do by colluding with the chief executive of our dynasty?" After saying that, he let go of Xie Zhujin with disgust, as if he had touched something dirty.

"As expected of someone who came from the brothel, you are what you are. You just know some dirty tricks. Does that idiot Lu Jinan think you have a chance, or do you think you can be a superior person just because you have my blood?"

When Xie Zhujin heard that he was insulting the two people he cared about most in his life, he forced himself to stand up, his eyes fearless as he looked straight at the man his mother wanted to see again all her life.

He sneered to show his disdain, his sharp eyes like a wolf staring at its prey. The blood on his injured cheek and the corner of his mouth, along with his fierce and bloodthirsty expression, made people feel a chill in their hearts.

"My relationship with Lord Lu is innocent, and the Emperor will know it once he investigates. As for my mother, you call her a prostitute, a lowly person. Even though she was talented and admired by everyone, she stopped accepting clients after you. Even when she had a lowly child like me, she didn't hesitate, despite the opposition of the people in the street. She used all her savings to redeem herself.

But because she had to raise your child, she returned to the market, but she was doing the hardest and most tiring menial work in the market. Your Majesty, do you know what menial work is?

The menial work was to clean the house, tidy the toilet, and wash the clothes of everyone in the workshop... Even in the coldest months of winter, she gritted her teeth and washed everyone's clothes bucket after bucket in the freezing water. She only saved the few copper coins she earned so that she could go to school.

Even though people around her laughed at her, she just did her best to complete her work so that her children could have food to eat and education to go to. She told me that my father was a cultured man and she couldn't let her children be without education. She also wanted her children to be as smart as his father!

Your Majesty, after meeting you, her young hands, which played the zither, have been immersed in water year after year. As far back as I can remember, A Niang's hands have been covered in calluses, and the joints in her fingers are swollen and deformed. Everyone only remembers the elegance of the skinny horse in Yangzhou, but they don't know the deep affection of the jade lady in Lihua Town!