Song Xibai felt that he probably had no affinity with his mother, as his mother died young in both his previous and current lives.
In her previous life, her mother had an accident while providing aid in Africa. At the time, Song Xibai was in college and couldn't even see her one last time.
In this life, Song's mother suffered from a difficult childbirth, which left her with a chronic illness that could not be cured, and she eventually passed away.
So whether in her past life or this life, her family is always very important to her.
The past life is irretrievable, but she must save her father, brothers, and sisters-in-law in this life.
Song Xibai shook her head, her eyes gradually clearing.
"Your Highness, it's getting late, let's begin the treatment!"
After speaking, Song Xibai had Wei Hong lead the others out, closed the doors and windows, and then moved to the bedroom.
Both of them remained very silent during the treatment.
Song Xibai couldn't help but feel anxious thinking about her family suffering in the north.
But the Crown Prince was thinking about something else entirely.
He lay on the bed, shirtless, and Song Xibai was very close to him when she bent down to insert the needle.
He was so close that he could see the faint outline of Song Xibai's face at the hairline, the fine beads of sweat deep in the tip of her nose, and even the changes in the light of her pupils as they contracted.
The charcoal fire inside burned brightly, with glints of fiery red light flashing among the ashes.
In that instant, the prince suddenly felt his mouth and tongue dry.
He subconsciously swallowed.
His Adam's apple bobbed, causing his chest to rise and fall, a feeling both strange and familiar rising from within him.
Song Xibai stared at his lower abdomen, holding a needle in one hand and feeling around on it with the other to find acupoints.
Suddenly, her gaze shifted and she saw a certain spot, her eyes pausing involuntarily.
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