After the queen left, Mo Yin had recovered a little consciousness. Although his face was still scary, it was already controlled to the extent he could tolerate.

Zixi asked someone to move him to his bed. Mo Yin, who had just returned to a clear light, changed his face when he heard this, "No...no..."

The palace servant also looked at Zixi in embarrassment.

His Royal Highness is so noble that how could a guard sleep in her bed?

"You are in a special condition now. You have to take a nap after taking the medicine and then get down." Zixi said, "I don't mind, you don't have to mind too much."

After saying that, he turned to look at the palace maids: "Please keep your mouth in mind. If anyone talks randomly in front of his mother and the emperor, don't blame Fengyang Palace for not being able to accommodate you."

The palace maid knelt down: "I dare not."

Zixi ordered them to get up and carry Mo Yin to the bed. Mo Yin struggled to kneel on the ground, not daring to dirty Zixi's bed.

"Mo Yin, what I said to you during the day, do you think I was trying to scare you on purpose?" Zixi frowned, "Since that's the case, come and invite the emperor's brother to come and take him away."

Mo Yin's face changed, and his face, which had finally recovered a little bloody, was white again, and he lowered his head and knelt down stiffly, looking particularly...

Zixi felt heartbroken for no reason and couldn't help but soften his tone: "You are not in good health now. The brocade bed is too narrow and you are uncomfortable sleeping. You can lie on my bed for a while first, and then go back to your brocade bed after you drink the medicine."

After saying that, thinking of his stubborn mind, he quickly added: "If you are worried about getting the bed dirty, wouldn't I just ask them to change into a new bed later?"

Mo Yin pursed his lips.

"If you are still disobedient, I will be angry." Zixi's tone changed and said with a cold face, "I will not be able to sleep at night when I get angry. I can't even eat tomorrow morning. You can do it yourself."

After saying that, he ignored him and turned around and walked out.

Mo Yin suddenly raised his eyes and his face turned pale: "Dian..."

Zixi turned his head.

"As a...belong to..."

Zixi's expression was calm: "If you really don't want to, you can do nothing."

Mo Yin didn't say anything, covering his cramped stomach with one hand, and stood up and walked towards the inner hall. The cold sweat on his forehead showed the pain he was enduring at this time.

Seeing this, Zixi felt soft and felt weak in an instant. How could he bear to continue to be cold?

The medicine had not yet been boiled, and she didn't know how to relieve his pain. After thinking about it, she ordered the palace servants to prepare a hand warmer.

It is almost early summer, and it is a unique place to use a hand warmer at this time.

Mo Yin walked to the inner hall and hesitated again at the clean and exquisite bed. He heard the footsteps following him and his expression changed slightly, and he suppressed his anxiety and moved towards the bed like he was on the execution ground.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked up at Zixi. His face, which had never been expressed, looked pale and weak due to stomach pain, and the clear uneasiness in his eyes made Zixi briefly feel that he was bullying others with his power.

Following him, Zixi bent down and patted the soft and fragrant bed: "Lying down."

Mo Yin pursed his lips, and really didn't want to make her angry anymore, so he lay down without any resistance.

"I'm so good." Zixi sat down on the edge of the bed, and a pair of white and tender hands reached into his stomach and pressed it gently, "Can you bear it?"

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Chapter completed!