Sang Qing's hand, which was holding the needle and thread, paused slightly.
Helin Yue affectionately touched the pillow with her face, gently rocking it as if she were really coaxing a baby to sleep, humming a lullaby.
"My baby is a girl..." she murmured to herself, then smiled at Sang Qing, "A very beautiful girl!"
Sang Qing felt a lump in her throat.
Before coming to Southeast Asia, she never knew that girls could be so pampered.
She thought of her parents—in fact, her memories of them were already quite vague.
Before she was ten years old, her family of three lived in a dirty, cold, and gloomy basement. Even if there was only a penny left in the house, her father would take it to buy alcohol and drugs.
Their livelihood depended on her mother's prostitution.
Sang Qing remembers her mother wearing very revealing clothes and standing on the street even in the dead of winter, emitting a seductive laugh that gave people goosebumps.
They didn't really care about her, just throwing her some food every day, like raising a cat or dog.
And the phrase they say most often is, "What's the use of raising a girl? She's a money-loser!"
Sure enough, not long after, they both abandoned this "money-losing" child, leaving her to fend for herself in the basement...
Thinking of all this, Sang Qing's tears fell involuntarily, dripping onto the little garment in her hand.
"What's wrong with you?" Helin Yue asked, her big eyes wide with confusion.
Sang Qing wiped away her tears and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Your Highness... I got my clothes dirty..."
Herlin Yue didn't seem to care about the dress.
Her gaze followed Sang Qing.
Why are you crying?
Sang Qing forced a smile and shook her head.
"Aren't you... full?"
No.
"What happened? Tell me!"
Sang Qing looked at her. Although she was a bit crazy, she seemed like a decent person to confide in.
Anyway, she wouldn't understand it, and she wouldn't tell anyone.
Moreover, she feels really suffocated right now and really needs to vent.
“I…” Sang Qing bit her lip and said softly, “I just suddenly thought of my mom and dad.”
Helin Yue tilted her head and looked at her quietly.
“My parents abandoned me a long time ago, and I have no feelings for them... Ha, you know what? When I was seven, one day neither of my parents were home. One went out to smoke marijuana, and the other went to a hotel. They locked me in the room when they left, and that night, the basement caught fire…”
"Fortunately, my dad was greedy for cheap things, and the door lock was of very poor quality. I could push it open with one push, so I escaped!"
Sang Qing smiled, but her heart ached slightly.
She lowered her head and continued embroidering butterflies, but soon felt a warm sensation on her wrist.
"Your Highness..."
Sang Qing looked up and suddenly realized that He Linyue was staring intently at her.
She then realized that the two of them not only had the same hair color, but also the same brown eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry," Helin Yue murmured to herself, "Baby, don't cry..."
"Your Highness, I am not your baby." Sang Qing laughed. "The baby is in your arms! What I'm sewing are clothes for your baby!"
"Don't cry, baby!" He Linyue hugged Sang Qing tightly and gently patted her back.
Sang Qing was startled and her first reaction was to break free, but the moment she leaned against her, she suddenly became attached to the feeling.
Helin Yue was very thin, with long, thin fingers like withered twigs. Even the smallest size robe looked loose and baggy on her. To be honest, leaning against her would be uncomfortable.
But Sang Qing couldn't bear to leave.
When Helin Yue patted her back, she tentatively wrapped her arms around her... just like a child clinging to its mother.
"Don't cry, it's okay..." Helin Yue whispered. "I'm here for you..."
"Mm!" Sang Qing nodded, revealing a genuine smile.
"Your Highness, will you protect me?"
"Yes." Helin Yue smiled foolishly.
"Why?"
"You, you are the baby."
“Your Highness, I told you, your baby is over there!” Sang Qing pointed to the pillow with a smile.
He Linyue paused, as if realizing something, and then smiled sheepishly. She grabbed the pillow with one hand and hugged Sang Qing with the other, both the pillow and Sang Qing nestled in her arms.
"They are all!" she said, emphasizing each word, "They are all my babies!"
Sang Qing smiled broadly, a unique sense of happiness welling up in her heart.
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
Sang Qing got up alertly, but before she could go over, the person had already come in.
"President Yin!" Sang Qing's eyes lit up.
Yin Ruohong made a "shh" gesture, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then quietly asked Sang Qing, "How was Your Highness Yue while I was away?"
"It's the same as always," Sang Qing answered truthfully, then added indignantly, "The maids here are too much of a bully! They only dare to treat Her Highness Yue like this because they think she can't argue with them!"
"These are minor matters." Yin Ruohong said calmly. The most important thing right now is not to treat He Linyue's illness, but to find out who wanted to harm He Linyue.
If all the problems that need to be solved are solved, Helin Yue's illness can be cured as soon as possible.
Moreover, he has always suspected that the royal family's huge medical expenses over the years were not for Helin Yue's treatment at all, but rather for someone with ulterior motives who hoped that Helin Yue would remain unconscious forever...
Yin Ruohong instructed Sang Qing, "Let me see today's medicine."
Sang Qing suddenly remembered that she hadn't given He Linyue her medicine yet, and hurriedly turned around to get it.
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