The king's birthday is coming soon.

As expected, Jing Yu was serious every day.

Run outside before dawn.

He just fell into the water.

Looking at Jing Yu's somewhat pale face.

Assi worried: "His Royal Highness, you can rest for a day."

Jing Yu smiled and shook his head.

"My father didn't like me in the first place, and I have to do well on his birthday, so my father might like me."

His eyes were full of expectation.

He also hopes that he can be held by his mother and praised by his father like his younger siblings.

But he is only an eight-year-old kid.

How can the body withstand such fatigue.

The day before the king’s birthday, he fell ill.

Asi looked at the scalding teenager who was lying on the bed.

Frowning remembered the paragraph in the book.

There is no doctor willing to see him, and everyone can't wait for him to die.

Sure enough, she went to see a doctor, but when she heard that the prince was sick, no one wanted to come.

"Can't the plot be changed?"

[right. ]

"Then what's the use for me?"

[Prevent the male protagonist from being blackened. ]

"Oh."

Asi reached out and touched his forehead.

The little boy fell into the water only a few days ago, but he has exercised like this these days. It's no wonder whether he has a fever.

She put a quilt on Jing Yu's body and bought a fever-reducing medicine for flushing.

Push him gently.

"Jing Yu, get up and drink the medicine before going to bed."

Jing Yu was lying on the bed, very uncomfortable.

The little face that was originally fair was flushed at this moment.

Vaguely heard a gentle call.

Since childhood, no one has ever spoken to him like this.

Everyone is either mocking, indifferent, or fearful.

There has never been a single person.

No, his little maid speaks very softly.

He thought that voice was a bit like his little maid.

Open your eyes and look over.

Assi looked at him in a daze.

He held him in his arms with the quilt.

"Jing Yu, after taking medicine, you are sick."

"Get ill……"

He repeated, his little head leaning heavily on Asi's shoulder.

"No wonder I feel so uncomfortable."

Assi fed him the warm potion.

Just wanted to put him on the bed.

Jing Yu suddenly reached out and hugged her neck.

"Don't let me down, I don't want to lie down."

"You can catch a cold if you sleep."

"No, I don't want it!" He was sick and fragile, and said: "I am your Highness, you have to listen to me."

"Well, listen to you."

Assi held him and tucked the quilt for him.

Jing Yu found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

The curled eyelashes swept Ashi's skin again and again.

The little girl's eyes were full of tenderness.

He hummed a song softly to coax him to sleep.

Then I heard Jing Yu's muffled voice.

"No one has ever hugged me, neither my mother nor my father. They thought I didn't know, but I actually heard them. They said I was a demon..."

"What about you? Do you think I'm a demon, too?"

He suddenly raised his head.

The wet eyes fixedly looked at Asi.

There was a slight fear in the eyes, for fear that she would say yes and then stop herself.

Asi remembered the man outside the castle he saw that day.

It's really scary.

Jing Yu was stimulated by her silent look.

The little boy bit his lower lip.

With a crying voice: "I don't want you to hold it anymore, if you go, you also think I am a demon..."

He suddenly struggled.

But Ass was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it.

"Jing Yu."

"Whether you are a devil or not will not prevent me from holding you."