87. Strengthening and Health-Enhancing Pill
Qu Zijin gently wiped the dust off the little boy's face, which had somehow gotten on it: "Teacher, how about you have less contact with Consort Xian in the future?"
"Why?" The little dumpling opened its eyes wide. "But Su is so gentle, just like a mother..."
“Because…” Qu Zijin hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell her the truth, “His Majesty does not like Consort Xian, and I am afraid that my teacher will be implicated.”
After what happened before, it's impossible for Consort Xian to regain favor.
The fact that she survived, and that her actions were not exposed, is already a testament to His Majesty's leniency and rare mercy.
The princess is Consort Xian's biological child, so it's understandable that she's close to her, but the little dumpling isn't.
Moreover, he didn't trust Consort Xian, fearing she would harm the little one.
"Oh..." The little dumpling lowered its head dejectedly, not saying whether it had listened or not.
Qu Zijin wanted to say a few more words, but the two little boys had already returned impatiently.
It seems there's no chance.
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at last……
Jin Lanyue still didn't copy the book as punishment, but instead stood in the corner and wrote a self-criticism.
Because Qu Zijin saw that she had gone through a lot today, he finally agreed to let her talk about it next time.
So, the little dumpling came home on time today as usual.
Jiang Xiyue was already waiting outside. When she saw her daughter return, she quickly squatted down to catch the little dumpling who ran towards her.
The little dumpling buried its head in its mother's arms, rubbing its fluffy head against hers, making its round cheeks sway from side to side.
The little dumpling snuggled in its mother's arms for a while, and the fragrance emanating from its mother cheered it up again.
"Mother! Something really big has happened in the palace!" The little dumpling looked up at her.
"Why does my Yue'er act all spoiled as soon as she comes back?" Jiang Xiyue gently wiped the sweat from her daughter's nose, her voice tender.
"Because I miss my mother! Yue'er is in the palace, and I miss my mother so much! I want my mother to hug me!" The little dumpling gave her a kiss on the cheek, and they rubbed their cheeks together like a little squirrel.
Jiang Xiyue couldn't contain her smile. She hugged and kissed her daughter for a while before remembering what she was going to say: "By the way, Yue'er... His Majesty has issued a decree that Consort Qi's plot to harm a member of the royal family and her failed attempt to poison him, as well as her family's intention to rebel, have all been brought to justice. Our family has also received a reward, and your father is counting it in the study."
The little dumpling nodded as if she understood, then suddenly remembered something: "Mommy, is Brother Xie feeling better?"
Mentioning this, Jiang Xiyue lowered her voice: "He's still the same..."
"Then let's go see Brother Xie!" The little dumpling twisted her little body and slipped out of her mother's arms, running towards the backyard.
As she passed through the two moon gates, she saw a figure in red leaning against a tree in the courtyard.
"Thank you, brother!" the little dumpling shouted as she ran.
Xie Wenling turned around, his pale face unable to conceal his stunning beauty: "Slow down."
He reached out and caught the little dumpling that lunged at him: "Be careful not to fall."
The little dumpling hurriedly pulled out the health-strengthening pill she had just received from her purse: "Thank you, brother! Eat this quickly! It will make the pain go away!"
Xie Wenling took the pill and looked at the little dumpling's round eyes filled with worry. Xie Wenling still had no doubts and swallowed the pill with his head tilted back.
Almost instantly, color returned to his pale cheeks, and even his icy fingertips warmed up.
"This..." Xie Wenling moved his wrist in surprise, and the heavy feeling of powerlessness was swept away.
He bent down and picked up the little dumpling: "Princess, where did you get these pills?"
The little dumpling shook its head.
She couldn't explain it, but the pills worked, and she was very happy to see her brother Xie recover his health.
"Was it very difficult to get this?" Xie Wenling softened his voice. "You must have worked hard for a long time. It wasn't easy."
These words were like opening a floodgate, and the little dumpling's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
"Yue'er, Yue'er knows Consort Qi is dead..." She hugged his neck, large tears rolling down her cheeks, "Yue'er was so scared..."
The little boy sobbed in his arms, tears soaking his shirt, stammering, "Brother Xie, dying is so scary..."
Xie Wenling gently patted her back: "Don't be afraid, I won't die, I'll stay with you."
Really?
"real."
The little boy nestled in his arms, pulled out a small handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and like every child, asked the same question: "Brother Xie, what does death mean?"
She asked her second brother, the little princess, and the little prince, but they didn't know either.
Xie Wenling paused, then asked her, "Have you asked your parents and tutor about this?"
"I asked Daddy and Mommy, and they said she's going to a very, very far place. Brother Xie, where is that place? Will Consort Qi come back?" The little dumpling asked, confused.
“He won’t be coming back,” Xie Wenling said without avoiding the topic. “Princess, death is not scary, and you don’t need to be afraid of the death you’ve encountered. Death is a necessary part of life, just like eating and sleeping, except that everyone can only experience it once.”
The little dumpling seemed to understand but not quite.
"Alright, Princess, don't cry." Xie Wenling's voice was calm and gentle as he picked her up and sat her down on the ground, letting her sit on the hem of his robe.
The little girl leaned against him. Brother Xie smelled different from her mother's, but it made her feel at ease.
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Dinner time.
Jiang Xiyue was about to have someone bring Jin Lanyue over when she saw Xie Wenling leading her into the flower hall.
The entire audience was astonished by this scene.
Marquis Beiding dropped his chopsticks on the table: "Wenling? You..."
"Thanks to the county magistrate, I am now out of danger." Xie Wenling nodded to him in thanks.
Marquis Beiding hurriedly pulled him over and looked him up and down: "Really healed? That's amazing, the imperial physician said this poison was incurable..."
"Mommy, Daddy, Brother Xie can eat now!" The little dumpling climbed onto the chair and announced happily.
"As expected! I knew my little sister was the best. A little poisoning is nothing to her! She's truly our family's lucky star!" The second brother couldn't help but reach out and pinch his sister's cheek.
Marquis Beiding looked at his daughter thoughtfully, pondering, "Shouldn't I build a temple for my Yue'er? Yue'er must be some kind of deity..."
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