The system takes the poor cub to find his father

In the early morning, the sky was pale as a fish belly. The soft light slowly sprinkled on the earth like a veil. The towering palace gradually revealed its solemn and magnificent outline under the morning light.

Inside the palace, the candles that burned out last night have turned into a pool of cold wax.

The warm sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, transforming into several golden beams of light that were projected onto the floor of the palace. Dust particles danced in the beams of light, creating a dreamlike scene.

Ming Jiangshang was half asleep and half awake, and in a trance he seemed to hear faint crying sounds, the voice was suppressed but revealed a bit of anxiety.

Ming Jiang frowned slightly, with a bit of childish impatience, and groped around with his hands, but only felt something cold.

Ming Jiang's little head turned around in confusion. Why did he feel like there was an adult sleeping with him yesterday?

The gentle patting and coaxing sounds seemed still close to his ears. Ming Jiang shook his head, trying to dispel the remaining sleepiness and the inexplicable sense of loss.

At this moment, the noisy sound outside came clearly into his ears.

"Woo woo! I definitely didn't remember it wrongly. His Highness gave it to me last night. I was afraid of losing it, so I kept it in my arms. But how come it's gone now?"

"Don't worry, maybe it dropped somewhere accidentally when I was serving His Highness yesterday. When His Highness wakes up later, I will look for it carefully when I make the bed." A gentle female voice comforted him softly.

"That's right, that's right, don't cry, Eunuch Wang. As long as the things are still in the young prince's palace, they will definitely not be lost." Pei Lan also echoed from the side.

At this time, the secret guard Shi San, who was squatting on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner, was yawning boredly. He broke off a slender branch from the tree and was picking his ears nonchalantly.

Their lost things had nothing to do with him! He had clearly returned the things, but as to why the returned things were changed, I have to ask Your Majesty.

Ming Jiang listened attentively, and the familiar crying sound instantly sobered him up a little.

"Fu Fu?" The little cub's childish voice came from the hall, clear and loud.

The noise outside the door suddenly quieted down.

"Your Highness is awake?"

The next second, the door of the palace was gently pushed open, and Wang Fu walked in with small steps.

He held a basin of hot water steadily in his hands, and the rising steam swirled around his chubby face, making his features a little blurry.

But Ming Jiang could still clearly see his red and swollen eyes.

Wang Fu carefully placed the basin on the shelf, then walked forward and helped the little prince change his clothes.

Although the sun is shining brightly today, the winter chill has not yet dissipated, and a hint of coolness seeps in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Wang Fu carefully selected clothes suitable for today from the several small clothes that his master had secretly sent to him early this morning, and placed them in front of Ming Jiang one by one.

Ming Jiang didn't care which clothes he wore. He liked the clothes produced by the system the most.

However, looking at Wang Fu's red and swollen eyes and eyes full of expectation, Ming Jiang's heart softened, and her little hand casually pointed at the red fox fur.

Qiu Sang, who was standing by, gently picked up a wet towel and gently wiped Ming Jiang's face. Then, Qiu Sang took out a small box of baby cream from the exquisite makeup box beside her, dipped her index finger in it, and evenly applied it on the little cub's delicate face.

Then, Qiu Sang picked up a small comb and combed Ming Jiang's hair carefully. Ming Jiang's hair was completely different from other children of the same age. It was black and shiny, smooth like silk, thick and soft.

Qiu Sang's fingers flew deftly, and soon he had tied two cute little chicks on top of his head, and tied them up carefully with a bright red silk.

At this time, the red fox fur had been warmed up by Wang Fu. He held the small clothes in both hands and helped Ming Jiang put them on.

The little cub put on this floor-length fiery red fox fur coat. Its fur was shiny and smooth without a trace of impurities. The collar and cuffs were trimmed with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur, which was soft and fluffy.

This bright and warm color does not look out of place on Ming Jiang. Instead, it makes his delicate little face look even more lovely, like a porcelain doll.

For a moment, the three people present could not help but stare in amazement.

As expected of His Majesty's son! His temperament is not inferior to His Majesty's.

Wang Fu took a small and exquisite fish pendant from Qiu Sang and gently hung it around Ming Jiang's waist. He then picked out one with a small bell from a pile of exquisite small silver bracelets. The bell made a crisp and pleasant tinkling sound as it shook slightly.

Wang Fu gently put the bracelet on Ming Jiang's arm. From beginning to end, Ming Jiang cooperated with his movements very well.

With the embellishment of these accessories, Ming Jiang was no longer as cold and distant as when she first arrived. It seemed that she had gradually integrated into this world and become an indispensable part of this palace.

At this time, Ming Jiang's eyes were fixed on Wang Fu, with a look of concern and confusion.

Wang Fu leaned over and knelt on one knee on the ground, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on Ming Jiang's robe. His movements were gentle and focused.

Suddenly, a small hand gently poked his chubby cheek, which made Wang Fu slightly stunned.

"Fu Fu, why are you crying?" Ming Jiang's childish voice was filled with confusion.

"I'm fine." Wang Fu felt a warm current flowing through his heart, and his eyes became moist again.

Ming Jiang looked at the red marks on Wang Fu's head and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

This shouldn’t be the case! If Fu Fu had used the ointment I gave him yesterday, the red mark should have disappeared by now. Why is it still there?

"Fu Fu, didn't you use the ointment I gave you yesterday?" Ming Jiang's voice contained a hint of unhappiness, but more of concern.

"It's all my fault. I lost the medicine that the young prince gave me. Woo woo..." Wang Fu pouted sadly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Lost?" Ming Jiang looked at Wang Fu's aggrieved expression, stretched out her little hand and gently touched his head, comforting him like a little adult:

"It's okay, Fu Fu, I'll find you a better one later, don't be sad!"

"Huh!" Ming Jiang suddenly sniffed and smelled a familiar medicinal scent on Wang Fu.

At this time, Wang Fu was half-kneeling in front of him, and Ming Jiang could just see a small, clear, sky-blue medicine bottle in his arms.

Ming Jiang reached out his hand curiously and took out the bottle of medicine from Wang Fu's arms. He turned the small bottle twice in his little hands. In the sunlight, the bottle emitted a faint luster.

Ming Jiang opened the bottle stopper, leaned in to smell it, and immediately frowned: "Fu Fu, who gave you this medicine?"

Ming Jiang knew clearly that the preparation method of this medicine was extremely crude. Although relatively precious medicinal materials were added to it, due to the unreasonable formula, the medicinal effect could not even reach one third. It was simply a waste of precious medicinal materials.

With his vision, he naturally looked down upon such inferior production techniques.

However, looking at the bruise on Wang Fu's forehead, this medicine can be used to treat it, but the effect will be slower.

Ming Jiang stretched out his little finger and scooped out a piece of ointment from it. This action made the secret guard Shi San beside him feel distressed:

Such a big lump was enough to treat a seriously injured person with his stomach ripped open, but the young prince just smeared it on the young eunuch's forehead.

Ming Jiang didn't know what the secret guard Shi San was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.