After dinner, Zixi took a bath in Yonghua Palace and put on a bedding dress, covered with a robe and a robe on the outside.

Without informing me, when Zixi walked into the hall, he saw that the young man was still leaning against the head of the bed, and his eyebrows were closed and he looked particularly weak and harmless under the lights, and pitiful.

"Dugu Xi." Zixi spoke.

The boy raised his head and looked at the graceful girl in front of him. His eyebrows lit up. Then he got up and got out of bed, and knelt on the ground: "See Your Majesty."

Such a very simple action is particularly difficult for him to do at this time.

The body that was so weak that the wind could take away was reflected in Zixi's eyes, and raised the softest corner of the girl's heart.

She reached out and helped him up.

"Lying down if you are unwell, you don't have to salute you anymore."

The young man raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a crystal light flashing in his eyes. Then he pursed his lips and lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, to be kind."

"Can Your Majesty rest here tonight? The bedding has been replaced with clean sheets and bedding, and I have bathed..." Dugu Xi asked with a smile, but there was a nervousness in his eyes. "I promise that I will not act any overreachable to Your Majesty, just talk."

Zixi looked at the boy's pale and weak face and nodded slowly.

Even if he has some transcendence, what can this body do now?

Zixi was extremely clear about his physical condition, and deep sadness appeared in his heart.

Two young girls who are almost the same size are lying side by side on the bed. Dugu Xi is in an unprecedented mood. Although such goodness is illusory and short-lived, he is not greedy.

"I am the second prince of Daxia, with a humble origin, and my mother is a dancer. After giving birth to me, I was given to the national teacher."

The first sentence surprised Zixi. She couldn't help but sit up and looked at the young man in disbelief: "Give it to the national teacher?"

The woman the emperor slept with should be given to others?

Dugu Xi nodded: "Yes."

Zixi was silent.

The Emperor of Daxia is really a weird one.

However, when thinking of Princess Lingyun in the past, Zixi felt that she shouldn't have been so surprised. After all, even the woman who claimed to be the most beloved could seal her memory and marry another man, and plan as a chess piece for eighteen years...

Then, Zixi's heart tightened.

The dancer was given to the national teacher, so how embarrassing and tragic would the son born to the dancer, this young man who was nominally the second prince of Daxia, be in the royal family?

If his father attaches importance to him a little, it is impossible for him to give his mother to others without caring about his feelings.

"Your Majesty?" Dugu Xi looked at her in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

What's wrong with her?

Zixi looked at him silently.

Although the boy's face was pathologically pale, he did not pretend to be pitiful, did not mock himself, or even had any strange emotions.

He was just saying some facts to give her a simple understanding of Daxia.

In his own words, he has become accustomed to it, so he cannot cause trouble.

But such a thing...

Zixi lay gently back on the bed, thinking in his heart, how could he get used to such things easily?
Chapter completed!