Chapter 358 You Are the Prince

After finally waiting for the little boy to stop sobbing, Han Fei took out a handkerchief, fetched clean well water, and wiped the little boy's face with the slightly cold well water.

But inevitably, there were a few scratches left on that pretty little face.

After Han Fei wiped it clean, she seemed to remember something and said, "Stretch out your hand."

The child was reluctant at first and dodged for a moment, but when he looked at Han Fei's scrutinizing gaze, he pursed his lips and stretched out anyway.

Han Fei saw those white and tender little hands covered with blood holes.

There was no bleeding anymore, it was clotted there, and it still looked shocking.

Han Fei stared at the long nails. She had forgotten the murderous weapon in the little boy's hand, but she thought about it and decided not to cut it for him.

This pair of paws is very important to the little cub and should be said to be the source of all his peace of mind.

Han Fei sighed and said, "It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

After that, Han Fei carefully used a handkerchief to clean the blood on the kid's hand. This process was very painful. The kid frowned in pain, but remained silent. Even Han Fei was a little impressed.

After all the children were cleaned up, Han Fei began to have a headache where the medicinal materials were. The wounds on her hands obviously needed medicine, otherwise they would leave traces, and she was reluctant to part with them.

Han Fei thought for a while and said, "Wait for me here for a while."

After saying that, Han Fei wanted to get up, but was grabbed by the child, and she turned back in surprise.

The child took her handkerchief, washed it in the basin, wrung it out, then pulled Han Fei to sit down again, and carefully stood on tiptoes to wipe Han Fei's red and swollen cheeks.

Han Fei gasped in pain, but her heart was surrounded by a warm current.

She looked at the child who was very close to her and was wiping her cheek seriously, and she suddenly had the urge to cry. She suddenly felt that all the efforts seemed to be worth it.

It wasn't until the child wiped Han Fei's face all over that he stretched out his hand nervously and touched Han Fei's face, as if he was afraid of hurting her. The force was very light and his fingers were still cold.

The child said cautiously: "Pangpang, does it hurt?"

Han Fei held back her tears, shook her head heavily, and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, really. Don't worry."

The child's expression turned gloomy, and he said numbly: "Pangpang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, they bullied you."

Perhaps because of frequent exchanges with Han Fei, and because the little boy is already smart, he can speak much more fluently now, and is no longer as stammering and unclear as before.

But Han Fei felt very sad after hearing this. She touched the child's head and said, "No need to apologize, but I want you to remember from now on. Don't cry. It's useless to cry. Never cry in front of others."

"What about Fatty?"

Han Fei paused and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Okay, then I allow you to cry in front of me, but not others. Tears represent cowardice, and you cannot show your cowardice to others. Do you understand?"

The child nodded in understanding.

Han Fei added: "Also, I can't be an obstacle to you in the future. No, no one can be. Do you understand?"

The child didn't understand this sentence, and his big black eyes were full of doubts.

Han Fei pressed his shoulder and explained seriously: "It means that you are not allowed to bow your head to anyone because of me in the future. You are a prince. Even if you are bullied, you must have the dignity of a prince. You can bow your head because of yourself, But don’t bow your head because of me.”

The children shook their heads and said, "Pangpang, mine."

Han Fei was helpless, thinking it was the child's desire for exclusivity, so she had to say more plainly: "Yes, I am yours, I am a slave specially here to serve you, so you don't have to be so nervous, you are the master and the prince. , always remember this, no one can change the blood in your body, not even you, you know?"

The child nodded.

Han Fei thought he understood, and said: "Okay, you are still young now, so you may not understand it very well, but it doesn't matter. I will accompany you and teach you slowly. You are no worse than anyone else. You are better than many of them." You have to be smart and you have to be good, so don't feel inferior and stand up, you are Master Che."

The child returned to his original appearance, with a hint of wildness, and the cowardice and fear just now disappeared.

Han Fei felt relieved a little, stood up, and said, "Okay, I'll find some medicine for you. Just wait here for me."

The child raised his head and watched Han Fei's chubby figure disappear before his eyes. The innocent and childish expression on his face changed and became gloomy, a gloominess that did not suit his age.

He lowered his head and looked at his hand. The blood hole on it and the redness and swelling on Han Fei's face reminded him of his cowardice.

He suffered such beatings frequently, and even this nominal eldest brother would show up to humiliate him from time to time. The little Qin Che had already become sensible. He knew that they were just to laugh at him, and he would resist every time in the past.

But this time, they caught Pangpang, and he couldn't even resist.

The little boy suddenly felt that he had something that he had to protect, but his power was still too small.

Han Fei, who had left, didn't know that Xiaozai's heart was deeper than she thought. She was hurried to Xue Guiren's residence in an anxious mood.

Yukito was the only person she could think of who might have the medicine for golden sores.

When Han Fei finally arrived at Xue Guiren's residence, the hand that was about to knock on the door suddenly stopped, and voices came from inside.

Among them, there was also a man's voice!

This voice sounded a little familiar.

"Xue'er, are you still unwilling to confess?"

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. This place is not reserved for a rich man like you."

"Do you have to talk to me in this tone?! You know how much pressure I am under when I come here!"

"Your Majesty, please come back. If word spreads, it will damage your reputation."

"Xue'er!"

Han Fei outside the door was completely stunned.

emperor?

Cher?

Damn it! It can’t be Emperor Qin inside!

No wonder it always sounded familiar to her! Isn’t it the voice of Emperor Qin!

Han Fei reached out and covered her mouth to prevent her screams from coming out, but her eyes were so surprised that she quickly shrank to one side, put her ear against the wooden door, and listened carefully to the corner.

This is what the emperor and the concubines in the cold palace have to say!

"This place is not suitable for you to stay at all! As long as you are willing to confess to me, I will definitely take you out! And Che'er too!"

A wry smile.

"Your Majesty, you have never believed me from the beginning to the end, so why bother talking about this now? My heart is dead, and I will no longer pursue the past."

"Are you forcing me to do this?"