Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 306 Little Ahri Became Good Instantly
The morning sun suddenly appeared, Mrs. Mu saw that Yijiu had been staying in the house, and the worry in her heart became more and more serious: "Is she hungry? She didn't eat yesterday, right? Will she be overwhelmed?"

Fu Ling hugged Mrs. Mu's shoulders, and comforted her in a soft voice as much as possible: "Ma'am, don't be too sad, my sister hasn't eaten, but someone can definitely persuade her to eat."

Mrs. Mu looked at Fu Ling anxiously: "Who?"

Soon, Yan Xiaowai took the meal that Mrs. Mu had cooked, and knocked on the door: "Little fierce sister, it's time to eat!"

There was no sound in the room, and Mrs. Mu's whole heart was in her throat, panicked.

Fu Ling lowered her voice and taught Yan Xiaodai a word.

Yan Xiaowai nodded and knocked on the door again: "Sister Xiaoji, they won't let me eat if you don't eat. I'm starving to death, shall we eat together?"

There was still no sound in the house.

Fuling taught Yan Xiaodai another word.

Yan Xiaowai knocked on the door again out of conscience: "Sister, I left the food at the door, you should rest well, it's okay if I don't eat, I won't starve to death in two or three days, sister, don't worry."

After a while, the wooden door creaked and was pulled open by Yi Jiu. She glanced at Yan Xiaodai indifferently, then turned and sat on the table.

Mrs. Mu was eager to see her daughter, and she tried hard to hold her knees up and wanted to go in, but Fu Ling stopped her: "Don't go in yet, Auntie, let my sister finish eating first."

Mrs. Mu nodded heartbroken, she was on the verge of a breakdown, and echoed, "Yes, Yan'er needs to eat if she wants to eat."

Mu Yunhe supported Mrs. Mu, bent down to help her pat the dust off her legs, and put his fur coat on her body.

Mrs. Mu's eyes were swollen and uncomfortable, but the tears still couldn't stop falling from the corners of her eyes to her mouth.

Her heart hurt like a knife.

Yan Xiao waited to bring the meals to the table one by one, and brought her the steaming lotus seed porridge: "Are you hungry? Try it!"

Bai Yijiu's face was pale, she looked tired and sick.

Yan Xiaowai stretched out his hand to test the temperature of her forehead, it was so cold, is it human body temperature?

Yan Xiaodai was a little worried, so he pulled a bench and sat next to her, and asked, "Sister, are you feeling bad, do you have a low-grade fever?"

Bai Yijiu shook her head lightly, her expression was a little dazed, she picked up the spoon with her thin hands, and stirred the lotus seed porridge feebly.

Yan Xiaowai picked up a small plate, picked up a lot of delicious dishes with chopsticks, and in an instant the small plate was piled up into a hill.

He put the small dish in Bai Yijiu's hand, and said with a smile, "These are Aunt Mu's specialty dishes, sister, try them?"

Fu Ling gasped outside the door, and helplessly supported her forehead, this little guy is really dumb.

Bai Yijiu had no appetite at all, when she touched the word Aunt Mu, she put the spoon on the table sleepily, turned around and lay down on the bed.

Yan Xiao looked at her in bewilderment: "Sister, why don't you eat?"

Bai Yijiu didn't speak, she was dizzy, she fell lightly on the bed, her eyes fell into darkness.

There are rustling voices in my ears, as if there are doctor's orders, women's concern, maids' care, and children's calls.
It has been three days since Bai Yijiu woke up, her old injury had recurred, she had a persistent low-grade fever, and she looked dying.

During this period, Mrs. Mu took good care of her, and personally applied and fed medicine to her every day.

Bai Yijiu's eyelids were heavy, her tinnitus became more severe, and the buzzing sound lingered in her brain all the time.

She slowly opened her eyes, and she saw an unfamiliar room, followed by Mrs. Mu's anxious face.

"Yan'er, are you awake?!"

Bai Yijiu gasped weakly, pulled his hand back from Mrs. Mu's, turned his head sideways and closed his eyes.

Mrs. Mu kept the quilt for her, carefully licked the broken hair on her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Tell Aniang if you feel uncomfortable, all the doctors are here, Yan'er needn't be afraid."

"Yeah..." Little Ari bit his finger, with great doubts written on his small face, he stared intently at the young lady on the bed, frowning a little sadly.

Fuling coaxed Ari, pulled his little finger out of his mouth, and softly reprimanded him: "If you bite your finger again, mother, I will give you to the big bad wolf."

The little Ahri became obedient in an instant, stuffed two small pink fists into his clothes, pouting and spitting bubbles.

The little guy rubbed his mother's neck with his shoulder, smiled childishly, and said seriously: "Yeah..."

(End of this chapter)