"Thank you for the compliment, Auntie."
Yan Cheng responded with a grin, his look revealing some of the liveliness and playfulness of a young man.
After the joke, Yan Cheng's eyes turned to concern, and his expression became serious: "Auntie always has nightmares at night. Have you called the imperial physician?"
Speaking of this, Yan Zhaoyi gently pressed her forehead with her hand as if she had a headache, a trace of worry between her brows: "I checked my pulse a few days ago, and the imperial physician said that I was worrying too much."
She knew exactly why she was worrying so much.
She gently pinched the chubby little face of the Eleventh Prince, her eyes full of love: "Ying'er, let me talk to your brother for a while, you can go back to the study room for class!"
The Eleventh Prince looked at her obediently, then looked at Yan Cheng who nodded slightly, and nodded sensibly: "Then I will go to class."
"Remember to bring more people wherever you go." Yan Zhaoyi reminded worriedly.
"I understand." The eleventh prince responded and turned to leave.
After the eleventh prince left, Concubine Yan worriedly confided to Yan Cheng the worries that had been buried deep in her heart for some time.
"A few years ago, the Sixth Prince had an accident, the Tenth Prince died last year, and now the Fifth Prince has also had an accident. I'm really worried that one day Ying'er will..."
Having said this, she seemed to be afraid that what she said would come true, so she stopped talking abruptly and did not continue.
However, Yan Cheng had already guessed what she had not said.
She was afraid that the Eleventh Prince would one day repeat the same mistakes as his brothers.
"Whenever I fall asleep now, I dream of Ying'er's miserable state... Woo woo woo, Cheng'er, what should I do? I don't want Ying'er to have a bright future, I just want her to live well."
Yan Zhaoyi finished speaking with sobs, covering her face with her hands and sobbing uncontrollably, her sobs filled with deep fear and helplessness.
There were only the aunt and niece in the room at this time. Yan Cheng was very anxious and hurriedly took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to Yan Zhaoyi.
He thought of the eleventh prince's young and innocent face, and the mastermind who was hiding somewhere, and couldn't help but clench his fists.
Looking at Yan Zhaoyi's tearful eyes and sorrowful face, Yan Cheng pondered for a moment, exhaled softly, and said in a gentle voice:
"If Auntie just wants Little Eleven to live and doesn't care about his future, I have a solution."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhaoyi suddenly looked up, her eyes full of surprise and expectation, as if she had caught a ray of light in the darkness.
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