The Noble Consort is the most favored in the harem

Chapter 85 - Wooden Ox and Moving Horse

In the rear hall of Qiqing Hall, where the Second Prince resided, the room was filled with people.

Chai Momo was respectfully attending to the Second Prince, her demeanor once again kind and gentle.

The Emperor stood by the bed, hands behind his back, watching as Imperial Physician Cheng conducted a thorough examination.

After a moment, Imperial Physician Cheng spoke.

"The Second Prince's illness is not serious, but he needs to rest and avoid overthinking."

"Yes, yes, we always advise the Second Prince to stay calm, take his medicine, and rest well. We never slack off," Chai Momo said confidently.

The Second Prince glanced at her, then closed his eyes again, remaining silent.

Chai Momo was used to this. After all, no one in the palace truly stood up for the Second Prince.

So, if one wanted to survive under her, it was best to keep quiet.

In this, she felt quite assured.

The Emperor looked at his frail son, his brows furrowing deeply.

Recalling his own childhood illnesses, he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Since you don't like crowds when you're ill, I brought you a mechanical toy to keep you entertained. You need to keep your spirits up to recover quickly. Don't stay gloomy all the time, understand?"

The Emperor deliberately softened his tone.

The Second Prince opened his eyes and nodded, but his face remained expressionless.

Seeing this, the Emperor felt uneasy.

He had been thrust onto the throne at a young age, and if he hadn't been mentally strong, he would have been overthrown many times.

So, he believed that only strength could protect oneself and those around them.

He disliked the Second Prince's apparent indifference to the world.

But since he was ill, the Emperor refrained from reprimanding him.

After a few more words, he left.

Chai Momo dutifully saw the Emperor off, then looked at the items on the table with disdain.

"It's just a bunch of wood. Does the Second Prince want to play with it? If not, I'll put it away."

Her attitude was now arrogant, completely different from before.

"Give it to me!"

The Second Prince, unusually angry, looked at Chai Momo with a hungry, wolf-like gaze.

Startled, Chai Momo's hand shook, and the wooden ox and horse fell to the ground.

In an instant, the pieces scattered, no longer lively.

"This is because the Second Prince scared me. I dropped it by accident," she said, playing the victim, which infuriated the Second Prince.

He threw a pillow at her, but it was soft and didn't hurt.

Chai Momo, however, said viciously, "Hmph, if the Second Prince wants to throw a tantrum, do it yourself. I won't serve you."

With that, she left the room, leaving the broken pieces behind.

Looking at them, the Second Prince couldn't hold back a whimper.

But in the vast palace, no one noticed.

Since the two princes moved to Qiqing Hall, the Emperor had spent time with them daily.

The nearly five-year-old Third Prince had already shown exceptional intelligence and courage.