The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

She Wanxi occasionally felt the wind and cold last night, so she got up late today.I just ate something under Wuxiang's persuasion, and I am currently taking medicine.

A court lady ran in in a panic, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty is not feeling well, why are you yelling?" Wu Xiang reprimanded her with a straight face.

"No... Second Miss Hai is here..." The maid said hurriedly, "And... and Prince Qiong!"

She Wanxi shook her hand, the medicine bowl was not held, and it shattered into pieces with a loud crash, spilling the soup and medicine juice all over her body, but she didn't realize it, "What did you say? You mean Yan'er...is it Yan'er, has he come? ’ Her voice trembled. [

"Yes, Prince Joan and Miss Hai are here together!"

"Where are the people?"

"Wait behind the door, servant girl will go now..."

Before the maid could speak, She Wanxi had already rushed out.

"Your Majesty, clothes!" Wu Xiang took off his outer robe and chased him out.

Yuan Qiyan stood up straight like a pole, his expression was tense, and he could even see the shape of his bones.This is the place where he was born and raised, and it has not changed for more than [-] years, but now he is no longer the child who snuggled up to his father, queen and queen and laughed. Only pain and resentment.

"Yan'er..." With a call, a person rushed out from inside.

Her long hair was loose, without hairpins, and she was only wearing a middle coat sprinkled with medicinal soup.She ran so fast that she staggered on her feet.

"Yan'er!" She stopped in front of him, her pale face was slightly flushed with excitement, and she looked at him with bright eyes, so eager and joyful.

I haven't seen her in nine years, her appearance hasn't changed much, but she is too thin, her robe is loose, her cheekbones are prominent, and her neck is so thin that it will be broken by the wind if she is not careful.

"Yan'er, you are finally willing to come and see me!" She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her son, but in return she shouted coldly, "Don't touch me!"

Her hands froze in mid-air, her eyes dimmed suddenly, her lips moved, but she didn't make a sound.

Yuan Qiyan felt his nose sour, and he didn't want to look at her anymore, so he turned around, "Aren't you supposed to be living well?"

She Wanxi withdrew her hand, suppressed her ecstasy, and returned to her previous indifference and nobility, "Yan'er..." she called softly, her voice was like a sigh.

Yuan Qiyan clenched his fists, "Aren't you supposed to live better if you abandon your dignity and face, father and me? Why are you looking so sick now?"