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The carriage stopped, Zhan Nanchu took off his warm cloak, covered Meng Jiao's small body with it, wrapped her tightly, and handed her to Ban Yue.

"Take him to Lihuanyuan and give him to Man Yue, and ask her to take care of him personally."

"Yes."

After he finished speaking, he got on his horse again, put on a mask that symbolized his identity, and left the mansion in the blink of an eye.

Meng Jiao opened her eyes shortly after he left, and what she saw was a girl who looked at her with eyes full of heartache.

Seeing her wake up, I hurriedly asked,

"Do you need anything, girl?"

Meng Jiao was speechless and could only nod at her, which in return was her more loving look.

Bathing a dragon with food, Meng Jiao is small and well-behaved like a porcelain doll,

Man Yue took the medicine and applied it to her wound with great concern. Her movements were full of tenderness and care, fearing that she would hurt her in the slightest.

"After applying the medicine, you should rest early. The wound should not be exposed to water. If you feel any pain, please tell me.

From now on, you must not endure this anymore, understand?"

Meng Jiao looked up at her. Her clean little face was white, tender and translucent. Her eyebrows were slightly curved and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Man Yue felt that the little girl's smile was pure and without any impurities, which made her heart ache and made her want to protect her forever.

After cleaning up, Meng Jiao lay down obediently. Except for the jade pendant in her hand, she didn't want anyone to touch it. Everything else was too cooperative.

The person who had been watching over the couch began to breathe longer and longer, and Man Yue finally left.

Suddenly, he thought of what Ban Yue had told him. He was afraid that she would not be able to rest peacefully at night, so he turned back and gave her some calming spices before leaving.

In Songxu Pavilion, the main courtyard of the palace, Zhan Nanchu was lying on the couch reading a military book after taking a bath. Not long after, Man Yue came angrily outside the study room and asked to see him.

His eyes remained fixed on the military book, and he opened his lips.

"Tell her to come in."

Meng Heng took back his arm that was holding Man Yue back and gave her a flattering smile.

Man Yue glanced at him sideways before entering the room and bowing politely to Zhan Nanchu.

"Your Majesty, there are many needle holes on the girl's body, bruises on her waist, and abrasions on the soles of her feet. It looks like she has been there for a long time. It is obvious that she has been abused a lot and no one has ever treated her.

And when I applied medicine to the girl, she was shaking in pain but didn't even cry out. I'm afraid, I'm afraid there's something wrong with her throat."

Zhan Nanchu's heart inexplicably tightened when he heard this. Thinking of the little girl staggering after him just now, he actually felt a little guilty.

From the few words in her profile, it is not difficult to guess how little presence she has in the capital, and how little she wants to continue focusing on military books.

I tapped the tabletop lightly with my index finger, and my mind was filled with the girl's clear eyes.

"First take care of her health. You can arrange all the expenses. Try to choose the best ones. Find a doctor in the palace to help her. No matter what kind of herbs they are, use whatever you can get."

Time passed quietly. After ten days in the mansion, Meng Jiao did not see Zhan Nanchu again.

The young emperor was young, and all the things were on his shoulders. He should have been very busy. And I heard from the system that he went to deal with the affairs of the Northern Yamen of the Imperial City overnight. I don't know if he found any connection with Xue's father.

But at the moment, she was not in a hurry. She was only a ten-year-old child. When she had nothing to do, she would kill time in the study and wait for him to finish his work.

On the other side, Zhan Nanchu, who had just returned from court, changed into casual clothes and prepared to deal with the affairs at hand. Man Yue came to him to report Meng Jiao's situation today.

"Master, the girl's injuries have all healed, and her food and drink have all been changed to the best. However, the palace doctor said that the girl's throat may be temporarily sore, and she may not be able to speak for the time being."

Zhan Nanchu didn't show it on his face, but his heart actually ached slightly. Thinking about what Man Yue had reported to him recently, he was always thinking about her even though he was busy.

The little girl was very delicate, and she would feel sick if she wore anything less than silk, satin, and rouge.

But she is a sensible person who would hide her rash from others even if she got it.

"Did you see what she did in the study today?"

"I noticed that the young lady looked a little listless today. She read and practiced calligraphy for a while and then stared at the sky outside the window in a daze."

Zhan Nanchu thought for a long time, sent the approved memorial to the little emperor, and then strode towards Li Hengyuan.

The Liheng Courtyard was extremely quiet. Because they were afraid that Meng Jiao would be upset, only a few maids were there except for the full moon.

Zhan Nanchu slowly walked into the study room in the yard. Meng Jiao was curled up in a corner of the small couch.

In early autumn, the afternoon sun shone through the window, reflecting the side of the little girl's face under her half-hidden sleeves, making it blush.

Zhan Nanchu couldn't help but slow down his pace and approached.

Meng Jiao was so engrossed in watching the new short drama released by the system last night. Who invented this thing? She can drag you to the last few episodes of the thing you want to watch the most.

She insisted on watching the 100th episode just to see what she wanted to watch. It was fun, but she also stayed up all night. During the day, she had to look at the green plants in the distance to relieve her eye fatigue.

Zhan Nanchu stretched out his big hand and touched the little girl's forehead tentatively, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he decided to come back another time.

Meng Jiao was troubled and slowly opened her eyes.

Because he had just woken up, his eyes were slightly red, as if covered by a mist. After a moment of confusion, he saw Zhan Nanchu's back clearly, and sat up hurriedly, grabbing his sleeve tightly.

Feeling the movement of the person behind him, Zhan Nanchu turned around again. The little girl stared at him blankly for a long time. He thought about it and spoke first.

"I heard that you have been studying and practicing calligraphy recently?"

Meng Jiao seemed to have just confirmed that it was him. There was a look of joy in her eyes, and a dazzling smile blossomed on her little face. She nodded and put her little hand into his palm.

Zhan Nanchu frowned. Is this how children confirm their parents' identities?

Although I felt a little strange in my heart, I couldn't help but clench my fists tightly when I met the girl's innocent eyes.

The soft feel was different from anything he had ever touched, and it made him want to protect it.

He couldn't help but lower his voice.

"If you like reading, would you like me to arrange for you to go to the Imperial Academy?"

Meng Jiao was stunned in disbelief. Her body was indeed still old enough to go to school, but she was a woman. Could she really go to the Imperial College, which was the central official school in ancient times?

Seeing that she didn't say anything but had undisguised yearning in her eyes, Zhan Nanchu's mood also improved.

"Just tell me whether you want to go or not, and I will take care of the rest."

Meng Jiao nodded hurriedly, believing in what the powerful regent said. She happily stood up and hugged him. Only then did she feel her legs a little numb from sleeping.

This body is so sensitive that my eyes are almost instantly filled with physiological tears.

The strange pain in her heart came up again. Zhan Nanchu held her little body and scolded her deliberately with a stern face.

I don't want her to have this habit of always crying.

"Don't cry. As the daughter of Marquis Anping, you should know that tears are the most useless thing in the world. So, don't cry anymore."

Meng Jiao opened her mouth slightly. Don't say anything. Zhan Nanchu is a man who has experienced bloody battles in the northwest.

Now he had a stern face and a murderous aura. If I were really a ten-year-old child, I might really be scared to tears by him.

Unfortunately, she didn't want to listen to him.

Time was silent for a moment, Meng Jiao retreated back in fear, far away from him, pursed her lips and turned her head away without looking at him,

Zhan Nanchu looked at the tears on her clothes with a headache.

This little girl's skill in covering her ears and stealing the bell is really poor. She thought he wouldn't see it just by turning her head away?

Thinking of Man Yue saying that she still likes looking out the window recently, he pinched his brows in annoyance and said, "Never mind, take it slow."

"Want to go out?"