The child was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, a small one.
After not seeing him for so many years, this child seemed to have stopped growing and was not much different from before.
If he had grown up like a normal child, he would have grown as tall as his shoulders. But the reality was that when he looked at the small ball, it was not even close to Qin Zhen's waist.
Murong Yan was sitting by the bed, taking the little emperor's grandson's pulse.
When this child was just born, it was Murong Yan who brought him back from hell. Murong Yan was also familiar with the child's illness.
After a while, Qin Zhen asked: "How?"
Murong Yan frowned and shook her head lightly: "Not very good."
Qin Zhen had some expectations and was silent for a moment, then asked: "How long can you live?"
Murong Yan: "He must have been taking decoction and medicine constantly over the years, so he could barely keep his life. The imperial doctor who took care of him must have done his best."
"Princess, even if it were me, it would be impossible for him to live for a long time. This child's life has been doomed from the moment he was born. I tried my best, but I could only barely keep him alive for ten years. This is still the best time.
Let’s calculate it under good circumstances.”
Qin Zhen frowned. In ten years' time, this child will be young and in the best years of his life.
Qin Zhen raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow, and finally said softly: "If you give it a try, it can at least reduce his pain. As for the final result, it depends on his own destiny."
Murong Yan nodded: "Yes, I understand."
They are always a little soft-hearted towards children.
Qin Zhen stayed here for a while, then turned around and went out.
When I was going out, I bumped into Yun Ruhui.
Yun Ruhui glanced at Qin Zhen, suddenly laughed, and said, "I heard that you took the eldest prince's only son into your residence to take care of him?"
Qin Zhen glanced at Yun Ruhui and said nothing.
Yun Ruhui seemed to have heard some funny joke: "I heard that His Highness has mentioned several times that you hate Xiao Jue so much that you wish you could skin him with cramps. But now it seems that is not the case?
If you hate him so much, why do you help him take care of his son? Could it be that everything you do is out of love and hatred, but do you actually still love the eldest prince in your heart? "
Yun Ruhui's few words struck a chord with Qin Zhen.
Linglong next to her frowned and carefully looked at Qin Zhen's face, fearing that Qin Zhen would be angry.
Qin Zhen had no expression on her face, but her eyes had turned cold.
She walked slowly to Yun Ruhui and said slowly: "Is it funny?"
The smile on Yun Ruhui's face faded little by little, and she said coldly: "Isn't it funny? The princess of Anshun once had a relationship with the prince, and everyone knows about it. Your old relationship is unforgettable. On the surface, you and Xiao
Jue is incompatible with each other, but secretly helps him take care of his son. Does the Third Emperor know that you are so deeply devoted to Xiao Jue?"
"You are really powerful. You can make Xiao Jue forget your old feelings for you, make Xiao Yao yearn for you, and make the third prince fall in love with you... Your charming skills are the number one in Wanyan Tower.
You should also feel ashamed of yourself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Zhen raised her hand and slapped Yun Ruhui on the face.
With a crisp snap, Yun Ruhui's head turned to one side, and she was stunned for a moment. Then she suddenly turned her head and stared at Qin Zhen, saying in disbelief: "Qin Zhen, you actually dare to hit me?"
Qin Zhen said coldly: "You are the one who is being beaten."