Mo Bilian lowered her head, and large tears fell one after another.
She cried so hard her pear blossoms were wet with rain, it was heartbreaking.
But at this moment, the common people outside, as well as the imperial physicians and others, did not find her pitiful at all; in fact, they found her repulsive.
Everyone was so busy they didn't even have time to eat, but she was busy doing these empty gestures to please His Highness the Crown Prince.
"And..." Ling Jingyu glanced at her up and down, "Wearing a pitiful white dress, in this plague-stricken land, untouched by dust, do you want to be a white lotus rising from the mud, unblemished?"
He scoffed, "Aren't you afraid of defiling the purity of the white lotus?"
Mo Bilian choked back tears, feeling wronged, "I just like white and I like things clean."
Nie You brought in a bowl of plain porridge and two steamed buns, giving her a disdainful look. "Even if you're clean, are you as clean as His Highness?"
Normally, His Highness cannot tolerate even the slightest stain on his robes.
But when trouble struck, the entire city of Moyang was drugged with a manic drug, and Sunjia Village was struck by a plague.
Look what they've done to his once peerless and handsome Crown Prince!
Mo Bilian raised her head. Ling Jingyu's hair was messy, he had a bluish stubble on his chin, his eyes were sunken, and he looked exhausted.
"I changed my clothes specifically to see His Highness. I've been so busy I haven't slept for several nights. I've also personally helped treat the people. I... sob sob..."
She said something aggrievedly, then covered her eyes and ran out while crying.
Ling Jingyu took the steamed bun, took a big bite without any regard for appearances, and swallowed it with a mouthful of white porridge.
"Take what she made out and give it to the children."
Nie You said yes, and watched as Ling Jingyu, completely unrefined, ate a steamed bun in a few bites, then drank the white porridge directly.
After wolfing down his food, he continued working with his head down.
He only has this short time to study the drugs.
After about half an hour, he would go out to take pulses and make a round of inspections.
This busy work lasted until dark.
This time, he saw that Mo Bilian was not shy at all, talking to patients and even feeding medicine to patients who couldn't move their hands, very gently and patiently.
Her once bright white dress was now dull and gray, and to make matters worse, the hem of the dress was tied up.
It looks completely unrefined, and even looks rough.
He glanced at it only once, then turned to leave.
"Your Highness," Mo Bilian called out to him.
Ling Jingyu had no intention of paying attention to her.
Mo Bilian jogged up and stopped him. Before he could speak, she bowed deeply.
"Your Highness, I've come to apologize."
Ling Jingyu raised an eyebrow slightly.
Mo Bilian straightened up, then looked up, "His Highness's reprimand today was correct; Bilian did indeed not do well..."
“Then you should apologize to the people, not to me.” Ling Jingyu’s voice was cold and devoid of warmth.
Mo Bilian nodded, "Yes, but I also advise Your Highness to apologize."
Ling Jingyu ignored her and squatted down in front of a patient to take his pulse. "Much better than yesterday. Don't worry or panic."
The patient thanked them with tears in his eyes.
Mo Bilian helped out from the side, and after it was all done, she couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, do you still remember your promise to treat my father?"
Ling Jingyu looked confused. "Really?"
Mo Bilian nodded, "Yes, but now that more than half a month has passed, my father's best treatment time is about to pass. Could you..."
Ling Jingyu coldly interrupted her, "I don't have time. Your father won't die, but people can die here."
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