After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

She wanted to see them.

The hand holding the wolf hair brush paused slightly, allowing the ink to spread.

There was a sharp pain at the tip of my heart.

Bending over, she raised her eyebrows slightly and looked towards the tightly closed palace door.

……

In the Qiuyue Palace, the atmosphere was solemn. Tuoba Jin went straight to the bed. The little guy who used to be lively and energetic was now sick and his breathing was very weak.

Yang Qingwan was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. When she saw him coming, she seemed to have regained her confidence and said quickly, "We were having fun just now, but suddenly he got a fever and kept talking nonsense."

"Where's the doctor?" Tuoba Jin placed his hand on the little guy's forehead, burning his heart.

"I've sent someone to call him." Qinghan replied.

Tuoba Jin's eyes suddenly became deep. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly stretched out his arms and steadily held Zhao in his arms. Then, he wrapped the little girl with his cloak to prevent her from being choked by the wind. Then, he took firm steps and walked quickly towards the direction of the Imperial Hospital.

Yang Qingwan wiped away her tears, lifted her clothes, and trotted after him.

In the alley, he met the imperial physician who came hurriedly and was sweating profusely. Tuoba Jin broke open a palace door at random.

"Father, Zhao Zhao is feeling very uncomfortable."

"Please don't leave Zhao Zhao, please... Zhao Zhao, be good..."

The little fellow, whose words were still childish, tightly grasped Tuoba Jin's collar and begged him in a voice almost as loud as a whisper, his voice revealing the sorrow of having suffered a great injustice.

"Zhao Zhao is father's treasure. How could father not want Zhao Zhao? Be good."

While Tuoba Jin was calming the restless little fellow, he looked sharply at the imperial physician who was bending over, and said in a grim tone, "Why don't you come over here?"

"Yes." The imperial physician didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his head, and hurried forward to feel the little princess's pulse and give her acupuncture.

Yang Qingwan stood aside all the time, looking at the drowsy little guy with worried eyes, not daring to move her eyes away even a step.

The little guy was usually full of energy, but this illness seemed to have sucked half of his life out of him.

Tuoba Jin held Zhao in his arms, and with his free hand he patted the little guy rhythmically. Yang Qingwan was deeply moved by his skillful care for him, and she sighed again.

If only her Linglang were still here, why is the little girl so disobedient?

"how?"

After the acupuncture, the imperial physician finally breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back half a step. "My Lord Wolf, the young prince has been depressed for a long time, with strong liver fire and internal evil heat."

"How could she, a child who knows nothing, be depressed?"

Tuoba Jin's gaze became even sharper, and his legs under the imperial physician's robe had already been shaking badly.

"Wei Chen doesn't know."

"Useless things."

Tuoba Jin looked down at the weak little guy in his arms, and the ink color in his black eyes spread.

Depression, she doesn't understand anything, where does the depression come from?

His gaze sternly shot towards Yang Qingwan who was standing beside him with a worried look on her face. "What did you say in front of Zhao Zhao?"

"I didn't say anything. What could I say!" Yang Qingwan wiped her tears. She finally got to see this little darling. She couldn't get enough of looking at him all day long. She held him in her hands and cherished him in her heart. She loved him more than Linglang. How could she possibly say anything that would make the little guy worry?

"It's better not to." Looking away from Yang Qingwan, Tuoba Jin suppressed the murderous aura in his body and glanced at the guards beside him, "Send Madam Yang out of the palace."

"No!" Yang Qingwan's eyes widened. "I won't leave. I have to look after Zhao Zhao. I have to make sure she's okay."

Tears rolled down the woman's eyes. The eyes of three generations of her family were the same, and when she cried, it made people feel very sympathetic. However, Tuoba Jin only cared about the daughter in his arms. He lifted his robe and carried the little girl back to the palace.

I thought she was the little guy's biological grandmother and would be able to take good care of him.

It was so frustrating. If she hadn't said anything, the little guy with a brain as big as a fingernail would not have understood anything!

"Madam Yang, you really didn't say anything in front of the little prince?" When Qinghan sent Yang Qingwan to the palace gate, she looked at the person with red eyes crying, and thinking of the little prince in the palace, she couldn't help asking.

Yang Qingwan wiped her tears. Her throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton and she couldn't say anything. She raised her hand and shook it weakly.

This is her granddaughter.

"Please take good care of Zhao Zhao."

Turning around and getting on the carriage, she suddenly looked more than ten years older. She raised her hand to touch her cheek, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly.

May the heavens have mercy on this family.

In the Qiuyue Palace, Tuoba Jin took care of Zhao for two days without taking off his clothes or sleeping. Only when the little guy's fever subsided did he feel relieved.

Lowering his head and touching his head with the sleeping little one's, he whispered, "Zhao Zhao is awesome, a good child of the King and Queen."

The sick and restless little girl seemed to be afraid that he would leave, and she clenched her sleeves tightly when she fell asleep. Tuoba Jin gently took her hands away and put them back into the quilt.

In the outer hall, Tuoba Mu was waiting anxiously in his wheelchair. When he saw Tuoba Jin coming out, he immediately pushed his wheelchair over to him and asked, "How is Zhao Zhao?"

"The fever is gone." Tuoba Jin glanced at him calmly with a calm look, walked past him, and sat down on a chair at the side.

Ning Yun tactfully poured him a cup of strong tea and pushed it aside.

"It's good that you've retreated. I heard that the Wolf Lord hasn't slept for two days, so I came here specially to check on him." Tuoba Mu bowed his head with both hands, apologizing for his recklessness.

Tuoba Jin waved his hand, not wanting to be polite with him, "Brother Wang, if you have any important matters, please come and report to me."

"I am fine, but I am worried about the Wolf Lord." Tuoba Mu replied.

The man on the seat suddenly raised his thin lips, supported his hand and pressed his temple, and said leisurely: "Since my brother is fine, I will trouble you with the memorials that have accumulated in the past two days."

Tuoba Mu raised his head suddenly, "But this doesn't make sense!"

He growled in his heart, if he had known it would be over sooner, he would have gotten back to work.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the person who was watching him expressionlessly. This is his biological brother. When he grows up, he can be his father. He should endure it!

"My minister obeys."

Tuoba Jin nodded with satisfaction. Of course, he had to give some benefits to get people to do things for him.

"The palace has some brocade and satin, as well as a few bear skins. When you return, my brother, please bring them back to Pingdai."

"I would like to thank Lord Wolf for his grace on behalf of my daughter."

Tuoba Jin moved his thin lips, leaned forward, rested one hand on his knee, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Brother Wang, are you really alright?"

Tuoba Mu laughed awkwardly. How could there be nothing wrong? He wanted to take advantage of Zhao's illness to persuade him to hold a palace beauty show.

But when the words came to his lips, he saw that the current situation didn't seem appropriate to say them, so he chose to keep silent.

"No, your humble servant."

"Since there is no one, my brother can go and do his work. I still have to take care of Zhao Zhao."

"Here."

Tuoba Mu came out of Qiuyue Palace, exhaled, looked at Ning Yun for a few times, and asked in a low voice: "Eunuch Ning."

"Prince Jing, do you have any instructions?" Ning Yun replied with a smile.

"It's not a big deal."

Tuoba Mu twisted his fingertips and practiced Tai Chi with Ning Yun. When they were almost at the Qinzheng Palace, he asked about the real purpose, "Eunuch Ning is the Wolf Lord's personal attendant. This king is worried about something and would like to ask the eunuch for an answer."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your kindness. It is my honor to share your worries. If you have anything to say, please feel free to ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

Tuoba Mu laughed, his deep and magnetic voice was like a cold spring from a snowy mountain, penetrating into people's hearts, "Ning Yun, do you know how the queen is doing now?"