Is the prince infertile?The lady was so happy!

Chapter 370 Poor Mother, Poor Grandmother
Ying Ning's heart was pounding immediately.

She felt that her throat was a little tight, and asked dryly: "Really? Can Ci'er be cured?"

"it should be OK."

Imperial Physician Xue said, "I'm going to dispense and decoct the medicine myself. Princess, please wait for a while!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Yingning to speak, he grabbed the prescription and ran out in a hurry.

The rest of the imperial physicians were still discussing the prescription, but their voices were much quieter.

One of the imperial physicians tentatively asked Ying Ning: "This prescription is really clever, but I don't know where the princess got this prescription from?"

Ying Ning thought for a while and said, "It was given by someone else."

"Could it be that there are some other-worldly experts in this capital that I don't know about?" The imperial physician exclaimed, "I thought only the head of the hospital could come up with this prescription. Sure enough, there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains."

When mentioning the master, he suddenly thought that the master was gone.

And the death was extremely tragic.

Not even the remains were able to remain intact.

Imperial Physician Dong has always been highly respected, and has a high prestige in the Imperial Hospital and is respected by others.

Even such people are killed.

Things hurt their kind, several imperial physicians fell silent.

While waiting anxiously, Imperial Physician Xue finally appeared again.

"Princess, this medicine is ready." He carefully held the medicine and handed it to Yingning, lowering his voice, as if he was afraid that loud voice would affect the efficacy of this bowl of medicine.

Ying Ning nodded, with a sullen face, took the bowl, and walked into the back room.

Ci'er was leaning against Concubine Ming, listening to her reading.

He read the words on the book intently, coughing for a while from time to time, his voice was hoarse.

As soon as he coughed, Concubine Ming seemed to be about to cry, she followed his back with a sad face.

"Ci'er, come, drink the medicine."

Ying Ning sat by the bed, scooped up a spoonful with a small silver spoon, brought it to her mouth and blew it, and then handed it to Ci'er's mouth.

Concubine Ming coaxed: "Good boy, come and drink the medicine. Drink it and you'll be fine, the medicine is not bitter at all."

Ci'er curiously asked: "Mother, is it really not bitter?"

He drank a lot of medicine these days, and every bowl was bitter.

Ying Ning smiled and said: "Ms. Ming Concubine is here to comfort you. In fact, there is no medicine that is not bitter, but you have to drink it if it is bitter. It is for healing."

Concubine Ming listened, and thought to herself, wouldn't a two-year-old child become fussy if she said this.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Ci'er, she nodded in agreement, "The medicine is indeed bitter, but it's okay, I have this."

He took out a candied fruit from his purse, "It was given by my grandmother. If you drink the medicine, it is bitter, and if you eat one, it will not be bitter."

Concubine Ming thought to herself that the grandmother Ci'er mentioned must be Princess Yang of Yannan County, but I am Ci'er's real grandmother.

She, the real grandmother, didn't even prepare a single candied fruit for her grandson.

This made Concubine Ming feel ashamed again, and began to reflect, she might have been a really bad mother in the past, and now she has become a bad grandmother.

Ci'er took a sip, then said to Yingning: "Mother... no, auntie, I can drink by myself, no need to feed."

He got used to calling Yingning directly as his mother for a while, although he noticed it in time, he still said it out.

Ci'er was a little nervous and glanced at Concubine Ming.

Concubine Ming was introspecting herself, she was in a daze, she didn't notice what Ci'er said at all.

Ci'er breathed a sigh of relief, took the bowl, gurgled, and drank it in one gulp.

How can such behavior be done by a two-year-old child?

(End of this chapter)