When Jiang Muyu arrived at Qingyu Hospital, the doctor had just finished his examination and prescribed medicine.

"Doctor, how is my son?"

The doctor bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the prince has caught a cold. Take the medicine and recuperate for a while and he will be fine."

"I hope it's nothing serious." She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then we have Doctor Lao."

“This is what ordinary people should do.”

"Yunxia, ​​follow the doctor to get the medicine."

"yes."

The doctor retreated with the medicine box.

Jiang Muyu walked into the inner room and saw Liang Jinghe lying on the bed with his eyes closed, a cooling towel on his forehead. Except for his lips being a little pale and his cheeks being a little red, he looked normal overall.

She knew he was not asleep, so she sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, "He'er, why did you think of making a snowman today?"

Liang Jinghe then opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "I just suddenly wanted to build a snowman for my sister to see."

"Did Tangtang ask you to make it?"

"No, no." He was afraid that his mother would blame his sister, so he quickly said, "I just wanted to please my sister. She has never asked me for anything."

Jiang Muyu smiled and soothed her softly, "Don't worry, I won't blame you, Tangtang. I'm so happy that you love your sister so much. You should know that besides your parents, your sister is your only relative in this world. When your father and I are gone, I just hope that you can still be more tolerant and loving to her."

After a pause, she continued, "Of course, you don't have to put your sister first in everything. You are you and she is she. You both have to grow up. You will have your own lover and family in the future. You just need to do your best to help her when she needs it occasionally."

"I know, mother." He wrinkled his nose, "but I don't like what you said about a hundred years later. Dad and mother are still young now. When I become successful in the future, you will all enjoy your life."

Jiang Muyu smiled and said, "Then I will wait to enjoy a peaceful life with He'er."

She reached out and touched his face, which was still a little hot, so she changed the handkerchief and put it on his forehead.

Liang Jinghe rubbed against her hand, being so gentle and well-behaved, which was rare for a child of his age.

"If you feel unwell, you should rest more. A good night's sleep will help your fever go away. Mother will stay here with you."

"Yeah." Liang Jinghe closed his eyes obediently.

Jiang Muyu patted his body gently, as if coaxing a baby in swaddling clothes to sleep.

It was already dusk when Liang Jinghe woke up. His body was sticky with sweat. Although he felt mostly unwell, his fever had finally subsided.

Just as he was trying to sit up, the person lying on the side of the bed woke up immediately, raised his head with a little confusion in his eyes, but after a while he reacted and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Fortunately, the fever has subsided."

Liang Jinghe was so shocked at this moment that he stared at her face blankly, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

His mother actually stayed here with him for the whole day? This had never happened before. Moreover, he seldom got sick. It was common for him to get injured while practicing martial arts, but he could handle it himself most of the time.

He has always been sensible and better than others in every way. He has almost forgotten that he is just a half-grown child.

When he was studying at the Royal Academy, he was surrounded by the powerful and wealthy, all of whom were born smart. Even though he was close to the fifth and sixth princes, there was still a layer of status between them. No one could make him feel truly cared for like his mother, and no one could get close to him without purpose.

Jiang Muyu helped him sit up, put a soft pillow under his back, and ordered someone to bring the boiled medicine. He stirred it with a spoon, let it cool down a little, scooped up a spoonful and was about to feed it to his mouth.

Liang Jinghe had recovered from his shock by now and wanted to take the bowl from her: "Mom, I can do it myself."

Jiang Muyu didn't give it to him, and his face became more serious: "You are my son, what's wrong with me feeding you medicine?"

Liang Jinghe had no choice but to obediently drink the spoonful of medicine from her hand.

He drank the whole bowl of medicine without blinking. Jiang Muyu even suspected that the medicine was not bitter at all, but before she put down the empty medicine bowl, she deliberately licked the remaining medicine on the spoon, and it was so bitter that her brows wrinkled.

"How can you endure so much hardship, kid?"

Liang Jinghe was amused by her appearance and curled his lips slightly, "It's because you can't endure hardship, mother."

She clicked her lips. "Sometimes I wonder if you are only eight years old."

"I'm nine years old."

"Uh... huh?" Jiang Muyu was stunned.

It was over, she actually forgot her son's birthday! Liang Qingchen was trapped in the palace at that time, and she was under house arrest. She was so worried that she completely ignored the matter.

She swallowed and said awkwardly, "How about... throwing you a birthday party?"

"No need." Liang Jinghe shook his head: "It's been a while. It's bound to be troublesome to make up for it. Besides, the border war is tense now. It's better for us not to waste time."

Jiang Muyu couldn't help but hug him tightly: "Wuwuwu-my He'er is so sensible, it really makes me feel so distressed."

Liang Jinghe's hands fell at his sides and he clenched them unconsciously. He felt panic and warmth in his heart and didn't know what to do for a moment.

…

Later, Tangtang and Nanxing came to see him.

Jiang Muyu stepped back voluntarily to give the children some independent space to be with each other.

When Tangtang saw her brother like this, tears started to fall from her eyes. She sobbed and said, "It's all my fault. I made my brother sick."

"Silly girl, why are you crying? I'm fine, aren't I?" Liang Jinghe waved at her, and she climbed onto the bed crying and sat beside him.

Liang Jinghe reached out his hand, gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Did you see those snowmen?"

“Yes.”

Today, when she woke up and went out, she saw five very beautiful snowmen standing in the middle of the yard. There were two big snowmen standing in one place, and in front of them were three smaller snowmen, with the one in the middle being the smallest.

Each snowman has a nose and eyes, rabbit ears, and rouge on the face, making them look lifelike.

She knew at a glance that the two big snowmen at the back represented her father and mother, the ones on the left and right in front were her brother and sister Nanxing, and the one in the middle was her.

"Does it look good?" Liang Jinghe asked.

"nice."

"So do you like it?"

Tangtang sniffed and pouted, "I don't like it!"

Liang Jinghe was puzzled: "Why don't you like it?"

"Because they made my brother sick, I don't like them, not at all."

Liang Jinghe sighed helplessly: "Please ask Little Tangtang to like those snowmen, otherwise my brother's illness will be in vain."

Tangtang hesitated for a moment: "Then... I just like them, as long as my brother is happy."

"No, I want Tangtang to be happy, and then my brother will be happy."

"But..." Although Tangtang had stopped crying, tears were still on her face. She said with a sad face, "But I can't be happy now."

Nan Xing was really amused by the conversation between the brother and sister. She walked over and said, "Tangtang was clamoring to come over to see you this afternoon, but she heard that you were resting so she waited until now. She has been worried all day. Don't force her to be happy."

Liang Jinghe's heart moved, and his expression became even gentler. He comforted her, "Don't worry, Tangtang. I just caught a little cold and I'll be well soon."

"Yeah." She patted the quilt and ordered, "Brother, cover yourself tightly and don't let the wind blow in."

"good."

He obediently pulled the quilt up until it was covered, leaving only his head exposed. Only then was she satisfied.