His cruelty and despicability are intimidating to people these days.
Wangyue turned around and walked towards Hanyue Terrace.
As soon as he opened the door of the dormitory, Xuanqing's violent coughing sound could be heard.
Looking at the person on the bed who was very weak after only a few days, Wangyue's eyes suddenly became sore.
He is the crown prince of the Northern Kingdom, but now he is living on this cold moon platform with no food, no warm clothes, and even no doctors.
Wangyue slowly came to the bedside and looked at Xuanqing's burning red face. She was startled and gently touched his face with her hand.
"Your Highness! Your Highness..."
Xuanqing murmured vaguely: "Queen Mother...Queen Mother, please don't hit me..."
Looking at his chapped lips, Wang Yue's eyes felt even more distressed, "I'm going to beg Yin Luzhu!"
"Wangyue." Xuanqing's hoarse voice sounded weakly from behind, "There's no need to go, he just wants me to die."
"But if Prince Yin knew that you were the crown prince of the Northern Kingdom, he would not dare to neglect you."
"Haha." Xuanqing weakly laughed, "Do you think he doesn't know?"
Wangyue's pupils shrank slightly, and for a moment, she felt like weeds were growing in her heart.
"How dare he?"
"A prince of the Northern Kingdom who can't even protect himself, a prince who needs to be respected by others to survive, no one dares to trample on him...ahem..."
Xuanqing coughed and fainted.
This is the second time Mochizuki has felt despair.
The first time, there was a famine in the northern country. On the way to escape from the famine, her parents wanted to kill her and eat her for the sake of their young brother.
In panic, she ran away overnight and met the young His Highness when she was at her weakest and most helpless.
He let her get on the carriage and gave her water and food.
After hearing about her experience, he took her back to the northern capital.
Prince Anyang and his wife had no children, so they took her in when they saw her loneliness. From then on, she became the princess of the Northern Kingdom.
The second time is now.
Your Highness's fever persists. If it continues like this, there will be no way to save him.
"Cold...cold..."
Xuanqing curled up on the bed and hugged herself tightly.
At this moment, he is as fragile as if he would be blown away by the wind.
Mochizuki looked at him, but she still couldn't bear it.
She took off her clothes and covered him completely. Seeing that he showed no signs of improvement, she hesitated, slowly opened the quilt and lay down in it.
She hugged Xuan Qing with her hands and feet, "Your Highness, go to sleep."
Tonight, the empty Hanyuetai looks particularly cold and cold.
Feeling the trembling people around her gradually calm down, Mochizuki leaned against him again.
"Your Highness, it's useless to watch the moon. I originally wanted to gain the favor of Lord Yin, so that I could be your help, but I didn't want to..."
Wangyue's voice was a little sad, "Your Highness, we must survive in this cold moon platform."
……
When Yin Luzhu was drowsy, the door of the dormitory was gently pushed open.
Qingluo walked in softly, "Your Majesty, have you rested?"
"What's wrong?" she asked weakly.
"It's Xuanqing." Qingluo whispered from a distance.
"He has a high fever and the doctors in the palace are afraid of angering you, so no one dares to treat him. Princess Wangyue does not have the crown prince's order, and she cannot leave the palace of Prince Chu Xiang to find a doctor. I am afraid it will be dangerous."
"Looking for Ji Yanchen." Yin Luzhu was lying on the bed, with a little irritability in his voice.