Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"Baili, you..."

Baili kowtowed to the ground, Concubine Di shook her head, turned to look at Defang, stretched out her hand to touch his face, sighed softly, took out a towel and put it in Baili's hand, then slowly stood up and walked with her daughter in her arms At the door, "Baili, thank you for your hard work..."

"Hundreds of miles are terrified, Madam, please take care of yourself."

After Concubine Di left, Baili was still kneeling in front of Defang's bed, and he slowly reached out to hold Defang's hand, "My lord..."

As the third watch approached, Baili sat on the ground leaning against the bed, staring at the ground blankly, the candle on the table was about to burn out, flickering two or three times, Baili looked up, stood up to get a new one, When he turned around, he saw Defang's hand move, and Baili hurried over, "My lord, my lord."

Defang frowned slightly, and slowly opened her eyes, "Bai... Baili..."

"My lord!" Baili cried, "You are awake..."

"Baili..." Defang gasped weakly

"My lord, Baili is here..."

"My king...it's hard..."

"I'm going to see the imperial doctor!"

Defang stopped Baili, "Don't go for Baili... This king is very sad..."

"My lord, why don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't go for a hundred miles, I will massage you for a hundred miles..."

Defang panted quickly, "This king... is... is it... dying..."

"No! No! You will be fine, my lord!"

Defang's expression was very painful, and beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead one by one. Baili knew that Defang's physical condition was very poor at this time, and it had been getting worse and worse for more than a month. His whole body was in pain, and Baili helped Defang rub his arms and legs while talking to him. After an hour, Defang felt better. He raised his hand, "Baili..."

"Prince" Baili looked at Defang sweating profusely, "Do you feel better?"

"Well... better..."

Baili turned around to pour a glass of water, and slowly helped Defang to drink some water for him, "My lord, I'm going to call the imperial doctor to show you."

"No need..." Defang turned to look at Baili, "What happened to your head?"

"It's okay, little one." Baili wiped it carelessly with a towel, and Defang blinked and took a closer look, "Why are you injured?"

"Small...it's okay...just a little bit of skin."

"Who?...Who dares to hurt you?"

"My lord, no one hurt Baili..."

"Then...how did you get hurt?"

"Baili is fine, my lord, don't worry about the little one."

"Quickly say it." Defang clutched Baili's clothes, "Could it be...could it be that whenever this king gets sick, someone...someone would dare to bully you?"

"No, my lord, no one bullies Baili."

"That is how the matter?"

"My lord, please lie down."

"Say it quickly..." Defang coughed a few times, and pulled Baili's clothes, "Tell me...who dares to bully you, me... I will never let him go!"

"No, my lord, you misunderstood." Baili quickly stroked Defang's back, "it was Baili who made it like this."

"What? You... what's going on?"

"My lord, you have been ill for almost a month. Your mother is very worried every day. You haven't had a good rest for a long time. In the past few days, you have been feeling unwell. Moreover, your mother thinks that the prince's illness is strange this time. She repeatedly asked the little one, but the little one didn't say anything. Empress would not take medicine and rest, and Baili had no choice but to tell Empress, if empress did not drink medicine and did not go to rest, Baili would kowtow until empress agreed to Baili, so..."