Chapter 242 The Red Hairband Is Mine
A little girl of about six or seven years old was lying on the side of the bed, her head resting on her arm, sleeping soundly.
Shen Xu's gaze fell on the red ribbon in her hair.
The same red hairband, with a pearl the size of a fingernail adorning the end of the hairband.
It just didn't look as big or as round as the pearl on the hairband he was holding in his hand.
A young woman sat on a grand chair not far from the little girl, propping herself up on her elbows and nodding her head.
Shen Xu was bewildered. He tried to sit up by supporting himself on the bed with his arms, but the movement aggravated the wound on his back, causing him to hiss in pain.
This startled Song Hui, who was dozing in her armchair.
She opened her eyes, met Shen Xu's bewildered gaze, paused for a moment, then jumped up and walked over with a look of surprise on her face.
"Big...child, you're awake? Does your wound still hurt?"
Remembering Zhao Hong's instructions, Song Hui swallowed the words "eldest prince" that were already on her lips, and put on her most gentle and kind smile.
He reached out and gently pinched Zhao Wanqing, who was fast asleep by the bedside.
While Zhao Wanqing was being lectured by Song Hui in her sleep, she suddenly felt a pain all over her body, screamed, and sat up.
"The red hairband is mine!"
The room fell silent instantly.
Song Hui was so angry that she wanted to slap Zhao Wanqing.
You brat, what are you yelling about!
Shen Xu was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his hand, revealing the red ribbon he was holding in his palm.
You mean this red ribbon is yours?
Zhao Wanqing blinked and subconsciously turned to look at Song Hui.
Song Hui's eyes lit up, and she quickly winked at Zhao Wanqing, signaling her to acknowledge it.
Under the oppressive gaze of Song Hui, Zhao Wanqing dared not deny it and nodded slightly.
Shen Xu said, "So you saved me?"
Zhao Wanqing opened her mouth, but guiltily dared not admit it.
Song Hui cursed her under her breath, then sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling very gently.
“Poor child, it was my daughter and I who saved you. When we found you, you were already unconscious.”
Blood was everywhere; it was terrifying.
Shen Xu tilted his head and looked at her, his eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny and wariness.
His years of living among beggars, coupled with his recent escapes over the past six months, have made him extremely vigilant.
A person who smiles kindly is not necessarily a good person!
"Before I lost consciousness, I remembered being saved by a young girl and a maid, not you!"
Song Hui's smile froze slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.
Did the eldest prince see Li Nanke's face?
impossible!
She gritted her teeth and smiled as she continued her fabrication, "It was my daughter Wanqing and her maid who found you first and even applied medicine to you."
I went into the tent later; you can ask Qing'er if you don't believe me.
Song Hui nudged Zhao Wanqing.
"Qing'er, say something."
Zhao Wanqing's eyes flickered, not daring to look at Shen Xu, and she whispered, "It was...it was my mother who carried you back and even called a doctor for you."
Shen Xu's gaze swept over the two of them, finally settling on the red ribbon in Zhao Wanqing's hair.
I had a vague feeling that something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Seeing that he remained silent and kept staring at the red ribbon in Zhao Wanqing's hair, Song Hui felt uneasy. She thought to herself that he was indeed a prince, and his vigilance was exceptionally high.
She smiled and took Shen Xu's hand, then placed her other hand on his forehead to feel his forehead.
A look of relief appeared on his face.
"That's great, you don't have a fever. The doctor said that as long as you don't get a high fever tonight, you won't be in any danger. You just need to take good care of yourself from now on."
Shen Xu stared blankly at Song Hui.
She moved gently and spoke softly, just like a mother who cares for her child.
A hazy image flashed through Shen Xu's mind, as if his mother had cared for him so tenderly when he was very young.
This warm feeling lessened his guard.
"You've been watching over me all this time because you're afraid I'll get a fever?"
Seeing that the initial wariness had disappeared from his eyes, Song Hui was secretly pleased.
Her face still showed concern. "Yes, you look about the same age as our Qing'er, still a child."
"You've suffered such serious injuries, I'm so afraid you're in danger. How can I feel at ease if I don't stay by your side myself?"
Then he busied himself introducing himself.
"Don't be afraid. This is the home of the Vice Minister of Works. My husband is Zhao Hong, the Vice Minister of Works. From now on, you can live in my house with peace of mind. No one will dare to bully you anymore."
"You've been asleep all day, you must be hungry now, right? I've had someone keep some chicken porridge warm for you on the stove."
"I'll have the servants bring it up to you."
Shen Xu hadn't eaten for almost two days. Upon hearing the words "chicken porridge," he couldn't help but swallow hard several times, and his stomach rumbled.
He covered his stomach with some shame.
Song Hui rubbed his head and quickly ordered the servants to bring him some porridge.
The servants quickly brought in a bowl of chicken porridge and two side dishes.
When Shen Xu smelled the aroma of the chicken porridge, his stomach growled even louder, and he got up to take the porridge.
Song Hui quickly helped him up.
"Child, don't move. You're injured. Be careful not to reopen the wound."
As she spoke, she let Shen Xu lean against her and urged Zhao Wanqing to hurry.
"Qing'er, don't just stand there, come and feed the little brother some porridge."
"I?"
Zhao Wanqing pointed to her nose in surprise.
Song Hui secretly gave her a wink.
"You insisted on saving him, so of course you should take care of him."
Zhao Wanqing bit her lip and reluctantly picked up the porridge.
She didn't understand why Song Hui wanted her to take care of a little beggar herself.
Although he had taken a shower and changed into clean clothes, she still felt that he smelled bad.
Even now, there's still dirt under his fingernails.
Zhao Wanqing was reluctant, but dared not disobey Song Hui's wishes, so she could only slowly scoop a spoonful of porridge and feed it to Shen Xu.
Shen Xu was in a daze, feeling as if everything was a dream.
A warm blanket, clean clothes, a cozy and fragrant room, and someone feeding him.
Of course, it would be great if I could eat my fill all at once.
He was so hungry that Zhao Wanqing was feeding him too slowly, and he felt hungrier the more he ate.
Shen Xu couldn't resist and snatched the porridge from Zhao Wanqing's hand.
"I'll do it myself."
As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and gulped it all down in just a few mouthfuls.
He couldn't help but lick the rim of the bowl again, staring longingly at Zhao Wanqing.
"Is there any more? I...I'm not full."
Before Zhao Wanqing could speak, Song Hui quickly interjected.
"Yes, yes, yes, Qing'er, don't just stand there, hurry up and get another bowl."
Zhao Wanqing didn't want to move.
Song Hui glared at her fiercely, gently put Shen Xu down, and then stood up.
"You stay and chat with the young man for a while, I'll go get the porridge."
She took the bowl out and gave it to the servant, instructing him to bring another bowl.
At this moment, Zhao Hong rushed in.
She greeted him with a smile, lowering her voice, "You've come at the right time. The First Prince has woken up. Would you like to see him first...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Hong interrupted him hastily.
"Something's happened!"
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