The Crown Prince’s eyes trembled, and he suddenly raised his voice, "I did not!"
"Enough, stop arguing!" The sovereign commanded sternly.
The Little Princesses plugged their little ears with their fingers.
The sovereign said to Zhang Dequan, "Take the Little Princesses out."
"Yes." Zhang Dequan came over and carried the Little Princesses out.
"What exactly is the situation, you will know when your mother wakes up. How is your health?" the sovereign asked Xiao Hen.
Xiao Hen was about to say he was fine, but remembering that Shangguan Qing was a sickly person, he changed his youthful and energetic aura, and spoke listlessly, "The same as usual."
"Since you are here, let the National Master take a look later," the sovereign said.
Xiao Hen did not speak.
The sovereign frowned and glanced at him, "What’s the matter?"
Xiao Hen lowered his eyes and said softly, "It’s incurable anyway, there is no need to waste medicine on me."
The sovereign looked at the frail and sickly Changsun, and then at Shangguan Yun, who was seriously injured and in a coma, and deeply furrowed his brow.
The room once again fell into an eerie silence.
The Crown Prince’s heart gradually sank.
The sovereign was getting older, and although he was still capricious and tyrannical, at the bottom of his heart, there was now an inch that was not so tough.
This could be seen from the way he treated the Little Princesses.
He had never been this tolerant toward Shangguan Yun in his childhood.
Did he prefer the Little Princesses?
No, it was just that he wasn’t as ruthless as he had been in his youth.
The injury to Shangguan Yun and the illness of the Changsun had struck that inch of flesh in his heart.
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