Chapter 130 Knowing Your Fragility, I Am Willing to Accommodate You
This time Lu Ji didn't show any mercy. He got up and went outside. After a while, he came back with the bowl of medicine.

Standing by the bed, she glanced at the crying little kid with a cold gaze, and an unquestionable voice came down from above her, suppressing her.

"Either you get up and drink it yourself, or you force yourself to drink it."

Seeing him threatening her again, the little girl pretended to cry even harder, sobbing as she told her grievances.

"My illness is all healed. I just need to rest for a few days. You always force me to drink that bitter medicine. I really can't drink it anymore."

"Which husband is like you, always forcing others?"

"I've been taking bitter medicine for two months. Who can bear it?"

"If you push me again, I'll get sick even if I'm not sick."

"You keep saying you love me, but I think it's all fake, yeah yeah"

Seeing her throwing a tantrum and refusing to obey, Lu Ji really wanted to spank her.

The little girl cried for a while, but didn't hear any movement from the man, so she cried while secretly glancing at him through her fingers.

She looks like a cute and innocent little girl.

Lu Ji was so angry that he laughed.

He held the medicine bowl in one hand and looked down at her condescendingly: "Stop pretending. You must drink this medicine. Crying is useless."

As he said this, he gently held her in his arms and was about to force her to drink.

Seeing that she couldn't dodge, the little girl struggled and said, "I can drink it myself, can't I drink it myself?"

Lu Ji stopped what he was doing and slowed down his tone again: "The imperial physician said that you will be cured in half a month at most. Just be good, okay?"

Seeing her with tears in her eyes and aggrieved look, he patiently hugged her and coaxed her, "Although the medicine is bitter, it is not better than being sick and suffering."

She suddenly got angry and yelled angrily, "Stop talking."

The voice was quite loud and angry, which scared Songzhi and Si'er, who were busy outside, into rushing into the inner room. They looked stupidly at Qin Xiaoning, who was sitting on the bed and getting angry at the young master.

Lu Ji was also startled by her yelling, but he quickly regained his composure, waved his hand to let the maids leave, then put the medicine bowl aside, raised his hand to hold the girl in his arms, without saying a word, just gently stroking her back. The little girl was weak to begin with, and now that she had a serious illness, she was so thin that only bones were left. The man was very gentle, stroking her again and again, following the little girl's temper.

After a long while, the little girl suffocated in his arms and choked up, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you."

Whenever she was sick, she was always in a bad mood and her emotions were unstable.

Lu Ji knows her best.

He hugged her and said gently, "You are seriously ill this time. You need to recover for a while. Even if you are angry with me, I don't blame you."

She raised her head from his arms and wiped away her tears: "I can take the medicine myself."

Lu Ji raised his hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, coaxing her gently: "Drink it for at most another half a month."

She lowered her eyes and asked him, "You didn't lie to me?"

"I don't lie."

As he spoke, he took the medicine bowl and handed it to her, and then coaxed her, "When you are well again, just in time for the Lantern Festival, I will take you out to enjoy the lanterns, parade, and have fun all night long."

The little girl finally burst into laughter and drank up the medicine in the bowl. Lu Ji hurriedly handed her some water. She took several big gulps and finally managed to suppress the churning in her stomach.

She threw herself into his arms again, leaning softly on him, feeling so wronged that she wanted to cry: "Why is this medicine so bitter?"

Although she was a little pampered on weekdays, she had never been like this. Lu Ji knew that she had just recovered from a serious illness and was anxious. He did not blame her at all. He hugged her lovingly and comforted her in a gentle voice.

I told her only the things she wanted to hear and racked my brains to tell her some fantasy stories that I had heard before. After coaxing her for a long time, she finally started to behave herself.

Lu Ji personally helped her put on her inner clothes, and then called the maids in to help the little girl wash up.

Si'er carried the toiletries, and Songzhi held a pile of colorful clothes. Knowing that the young master had been in a bad mood these days, the two maids also tried to coax her.

"Miss Qin, please have a look. The prince has had a lot of new clothes made for you, each one more beautiful than the last." "Our Ning is beautiful, so the prince doesn't want you to dress up nicely. This year's new clothes for the New Year are even more beautiful than last year's."

As they spoke, the two maids happily unfolded the clothes one by one and let her choose.

Qin Xiaoning sat in front of the dressing table, glancing at the gorgeous clothes one by one with a smile on her face.

Seeing this, Songzhi asked hurriedly, "Which one do you want to wear today?"

Qin Xiaoning pointed at the crimson skirt with piping and said, "Let's take this."

Songzhi immediately laughed, holding the clothes and going forward to help Qin Xiaoning change her clothes, and deliberately coaxed her, "A Ning is beautiful, and when she dresses up, she is even more beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her."

During the epidemic, Songzhi lost his mother.

Qin Xiaoning glanced at her forced smile and felt sorry for her: "Didn't I tell you to take a break? Why are you still so reserved in front of me?"

Songzhi knew what she meant and sighed, "I miss people even more when I'm free. I might as well serve you. Seeing you always makes me feel better."

Qin Xiaoning glared at Song Zhi and said, "I've been in a bad mood lately and I'm always losing my temper. Why should you stick with me?"

"If the prince can stand you, why can't I?" Songzhi smiled bitterly, covering his mouth with his hands: "In this world, I'm afraid you are the only one who dares to lose his temper with the prince."

Qin Xiaoning frowned upon hearing this and tried to excuse herself, "I am ill and feel unhappy. Otherwise, I would always go along with him. When have you ever seen me being unreasonable with him?"

"That's because the prince loves you."

Songzhi put on new clothes for her while he chattered, "When you were sick, the prince took care of you without taking off his clothes. You couldn't drink the medicine, so the prince held it in his mouth and fed it to you. If he hadn't taken care of you like this, I don't think you would have recovered so quickly."

Mentioning this, Songzhi advised her again: "Although the medicine is bitter, it is still more important than life. If something happens to you, I don't know how distressed the prince will be. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about me."

Songzhi was talking here. Hearing the noise, Lu Ji stepped into the room with a gloomy face. He complained to Songzhi, "She is still sick. Don't tell her this."

Seeing this, Songzhi immediately shut his mouth and tactfully retreated.

"Actually, I'm not that fragile." The little girl still looked listless, but she managed to hold on and said to the man, "You don't have to be so cautious in accommodating me."

Lu Ji was happy.

She glanced at him and murmured, "You are the prince, you need to be served by others."

Suddenly I became sensible again.

Lu Ji was used to her unstable mood whenever she was sick. He walked over and held her hand: "Let's go out and eat something."

The little girl did not move, she looked up at him and asked, "Every time I'm sick, I become hypocritical and willful, do you get annoyed?"

As he spoke, his voice became choked with sobs again.

The man raised his hand and wiped her eyes. His voice was still gentle, and he teased her, "You just washed your face. If you cry again, you will cry like a harlequin cat again."

I have cried several times since I woke up early in the morning.

She cried even harder, her crystal tears rolling down one by one: "I always cry, are you annoyed too?"

"It's not annoying."

He replied simply, and then tried to make up for her considerately: "You are weak, so you are in a bad mood."

As he said this, he took her into his arms again, caressed her gently, and coaxed her softly: "I am the one closest to you. If you are vulnerable, where else can you go to vent if you don't cry with me or lose your temper with me?"

　Isn’t it too sweet?

　　If you really love someone, you will accommodate her in every way when she is sick and weakest. The prince is actually quite gentle, but only to An Ning.

　　My dears, please give me your monthly votes!

　　(End of this chapter)