Shui Yueying looked at the vast white snow outside and squeezed his little fist. It had been half a year since the last time, but half a year! His father had not summoned him even once!
"Mother... I'm going to find the imperial doctor!" Shui Wuying entered the room and saw that Concubine De's face was as pale as a piece of yellowed tissue paper, so weak, so... without hope.
Concubine De shook her head, took out a handkerchief, opened it carefully, and found a crystal clear jade bracelet inside.
"Ying'er, I'm afraid I can't stay with you for too long... Just keep this bracelet. If you get hungry one day, or... ahem, get sick, you can send those servants to help you!"
"Mother!" Shui Wuying burst into tears. He has rarely called her mother since he was sensible. All princes in the palace must address their biological mother as an honorific. In order to set an example and not be criticized, he has always abided by it, but this time
At this moment, he no longer insisted: "Mother, I don't want it...it will take a long, long time for the baby and mother..."