In the past, Meng Jiuan had only heard of "father and son are connected by heart" and "mother and daughter are connected by heart" from other people.
When the Liao Mansion was raided, he was still young and did not even remember the lessons his teacher gave him.
Therefore, he never understood what the connection between father and son and mother and daughter meant and what it felt like.
To this day, he saw with his own eyes that his little daughter came to his good friend. He saw that his little daughter just said a few words in his friend's ear, and his friend's face, which had been in a coma for many days and had never relaxed, finally relaxed.
Just because the youngest daughter said, "It's so sad to see daddy so ill," her friend's high fever that had lasted for several days finally subsided that night.
"Your Majesty is like this because of excessive worry. I'm afraid that spitting blood on the edge of the cliff has damaged his foundation. He needs to be taken good care of in the future."
That night, the imperial physician who had been staying in the Prime Minister's residence waiting to be summoned at any time was finally summoned again.
The imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Prime Minister, who had had a high fever for several days, had finally subsided.
The Prime Minister is the pillar of the country. The fact that Da Chu has become the powerful country it is today is thanks to the Prime Minister.
He and the accompanying imperial physician had previously prepared for the worst. If the Prime Minister's high fever still persisted after five days, even the gods would be powerless to save him.
Today happened to be the night of the fifth day. The imperial physician tossed and turned in bed all night, fearing that he would wake up the next day and hear bad news from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Now the Prime Minister's high fever has subsided.
The imperial physician raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Before he could feel happy, he heard a high-pitched child's voice in his ears.
"My dad vomited blood?!!!"
Li Shengyi was lying on the bed, and his little face, which was originally filled with smiles, now widened his eyes and looked at the imperial physician.
The smile on the latter's face had not yet fully unfolded, but upon hearing this, the imperial physician's legs softened, and the next moment, he looked at Meng Jiuan beside him for help.
Meng Jiuan also felt a little scalp-tingling. Seeing that the imperial physician dared to turn around and ask him for help, he immediately glared at him fiercely.
He had wanted to completely conceal the fact that his friend had vomited blood.
After all, it wasn't just a mouthful of blood, but half a tank.
Even he, a general who had been on the battlefield for a long time, found it shocking.
In the end, he did keep it a secret, but he couldn't help but let other people know.
Raising his hand and gently stroking his forehead, Meng Jiuan said in a low voice, "Well, Shengyi, don't get excited, it's actually not that bad..."
"Alright?!" Li Shengyi raised his voice again, "How much blood must my father have vomited to stay unconscious for days with a persistent high fever?"
Meng Jiuan coughed lightly, "You were in a coma for five days, and the high fever just subsided. It's really nothing serious, don't worry."
"Yuan Qing's fever has subsided now. I think he'll wake up tomorrow morning..."
Li Shengyi stopped talking to him and instead fixed his gaze on the imperial physician who was standing aside, looking torn between the two sides. "Tell me, how much blood did my father vomit?"
Faced with General Meng's warning eyes and the questions from the Prime Minister's most beloved adopted daughter.
The imperial physician took a deep breath and immediately knelt down in front of Meng Jiuan. "Reporting to Miss Shengyi, I heard that the Prime Minister vomited half a tank of blood."
Meng Jiuan: ...
Meng Jiuan gritted his teeth, nearly breaking them, and said, "Qingfeng, send Imperial Physician Fang back to the courtyard!"
Qingfeng, who was waiting outside, went into the house to lead the two people away. After the two of them left, Meng Jiuan turned around and prepared to answer his little daughter's questions.
But her little face, which had become much thinner, was now covered with traces of tears.
Meng Jiuan, who is not afraid of anything in this life, not even death, is most afraid of seeing his little daughter cry.
Especially now that his little daughter was crying, his heart ached as well.
He didn't know where to put his hands, his brows were furrowed, and a look of self-blame appeared on his face.
"Don't cry, Shengyi. It's all Second Daddy's fault. He hid the truth from Shengyi and didn't tell her the truth."
"Look, Yuan Qing will wake up soon. If he sees you crying, he will definitely not let Second Father off easily."
Tears flowed freely from Li Shengyi's eyes.
After hearing Meng Jiuan's self-blaming words, she immediately raised her head with a frown, "Don't blame Second Daddy."
She thought that her father had been having a high fever for several days and there must be a reason for it.
But what she didn't expect was that on that day on the cliff, after he learned that he was rescued, he vomited so much blood.
Not daring to think about how horrifying that scene was, she looked at Qin Songmo, who was lying motionless beside her, with tearful eyes.
She sniffed, reached out and hugged his neck, not caring that her cheeks were already soaked with tears, and buried her little head in his neck.
"Dad, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I made you worry."
The sobbing never stopped.
Li Shengyi tightened his arms around Qin Songmo's neck.
Even though she bit her lips tightly, the sobs could not be stopped from flowing out of her throat.
This scene fell into the eyes of Meng Jiuan who was standing aside, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Unfortunately, he is not good at speaking. He can scold people, but when it comes to comforting others, he can only use the most clumsy way - hugging, to comfort the other person.
Just when he was getting extremely anxious, he suddenly saw the person on the bed raise his arm. Before he could open his mouth out of surprise, the other person glanced sideways and just a look made him shut up.
The next moment, the worry on Meng Jiuan's face disappeared, replaced by a silly smile that couldn't be any sillier.
Meng Jiuan's silent and silly smile did not attract Li Shengyi's attention.
She was still lying in Qin Songmo's arms sobbing, and she didn't even notice that there was a hand patting her back at first.
It was not until she heard a hoarse, laughing voice in her ears that she slowly came back to her senses from her sadness.
"How can Shengyi be blamed for this? The only thing to blame is the so-called plot. If Shengyi must find someone to blame, then let him blame Daddy."
"It was Daddy who didn't protect Sheng Yi. It was Daddy who didn't root out the problem, allowing Su Jinrou to escape death. Sheng Yi almost..."
"Shengyi, will you blame Daddy?"
A soft and hoarse voice sounded in his ears. Li Shengyi, who was sobbing, thought in a trance that he had cried too much, or had a fever for too long, and his body was weak, causing him to have auditory hallucinations.
She blinked at the pat on her back and suddenly raised her head from the man's neck.
When she saw the handsome face in front of her, admired by countless girls, finally open his eyes again, she, who was already crying, burst into tears as big as beans and fell on his thin cheeks.
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