Dress as a princess to be a group pet
Chapter 2020 Very Doting 9
Chapter 2020 Very Doting 9
There was no brilliance in those black jade-like pupils.
"Your Highness, are you suffering?"
Xiaomei blew on the medicine, and then delivered it to Sikong Yuecang's mouth.
Sikong Yuecang didn't even look at her, just opened his mouth mechanically, and drank the medicine in the spoon.
"Your Highness, you, talk to me."
It has been four or five days. . .
For four or five days, His Highness has been like this.
He didn't speak, and didn't have any emotions, as if his soul had been taken away.
Although she didn't know the specific reason, she understood that all of this must have something to do with Princess Chulian.
Except Princess Chulian, there is no other person or thing that can make His Highness look like this.
She felt sorry for him, but she couldn't make him normal.
Sikong Yuecang just glanced at her indifferently, then remained silent.
Xiaomei sighed softly, "His Royal Highness, if there is anything on your mind that you can tell your servant, if your highness doesn't want to tell your servant, you can go back and tell your concubine Wan, no matter what, don't hold it in your heart all the time. It's only going to be more uncomfortable."
Sikong Yuecang just let out a long sigh, and then gently closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Xiaomei shook her head in distress and helplessness.
"Since your Highness is tired, you should take a good rest, the servants have retired."
After returning to Fengxi Country, His Highness fell ill.
Been bedridden and vomiting blood all day long.
Seeing his pale forehead without a trace of blood, Xiaomei was so distressed that she didn't know what to say.
If possible, she wished she could share some pain for him.
Hearing Xiaomei's footsteps gradually going away, Sikong Yuecang slowly opened his eyes.
A look of grief gradually flowed out of those black jade-like eyes.
He reached out and took out a sachet under the pillow.
This is a very strangely shaped sachet, with rough workmanship and messy embroidered patterns.
However, he always carried it with him.
Just because it was a birthday present she gave herself when she was 11 years old.
Every stitch and thread above is done by her own hands.
(End of this chapter)
There was no brilliance in those black jade-like pupils.
"Your Highness, are you suffering?"
Xiaomei blew on the medicine, and then delivered it to Sikong Yuecang's mouth.
Sikong Yuecang didn't even look at her, just opened his mouth mechanically, and drank the medicine in the spoon.
"Your Highness, you, talk to me."
It has been four or five days. . .
For four or five days, His Highness has been like this.
He didn't speak, and didn't have any emotions, as if his soul had been taken away.
Although she didn't know the specific reason, she understood that all of this must have something to do with Princess Chulian.
Except Princess Chulian, there is no other person or thing that can make His Highness look like this.
She felt sorry for him, but she couldn't make him normal.
Sikong Yuecang just glanced at her indifferently, then remained silent.
Xiaomei sighed softly, "His Royal Highness, if there is anything on your mind that you can tell your servant, if your highness doesn't want to tell your servant, you can go back and tell your concubine Wan, no matter what, don't hold it in your heart all the time. It's only going to be more uncomfortable."
Sikong Yuecang just let out a long sigh, and then gently closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Xiaomei shook her head in distress and helplessness.
"Since your Highness is tired, you should take a good rest, the servants have retired."
After returning to Fengxi Country, His Highness fell ill.
Been bedridden and vomiting blood all day long.
Seeing his pale forehead without a trace of blood, Xiaomei was so distressed that she didn't know what to say.
If possible, she wished she could share some pain for him.
Hearing Xiaomei's footsteps gradually going away, Sikong Yuecang slowly opened his eyes.
A look of grief gradually flowed out of those black jade-like eyes.
He reached out and took out a sachet under the pillow.
This is a very strangely shaped sachet, with rough workmanship and messy embroidered patterns.
However, he always carried it with him.
Just because it was a birthday present she gave herself when she was 11 years old.
Every stitch and thread above is done by her own hands.
(End of this chapter)
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