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Mo Weinong slapped her forehead, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the house, she quietly sneaked towards the bamboo forest.

She promised to visit Eighth Prince today. If the news of her illness got out, I wonder if Eighth Prince heard about it.

Fortunately, when she arrived at the courtyard, Eighth Prince was still lying on his bed, reading an old and broken book.

It seemed that no one would come here, and no rumors would reach his ears.

Looking at the extremely damaged book in his hand, Mo Weinong frowned. Although these princes were only three or four years old, the Eighth Prince was already seven years old, and no one cared about his studies, they didn't even have a decent book.

He placed the thing in his hand on the table, startling Eighth Prince who was looking at it with fascination.

The little guy's eyes lit up and he suddenly sat up. "You, you're here?"

"Come and eat something." Although the two chicken legs were stolen from Whitey, they tasted good and were also clean.

When Eighth Prince saw the drumstick, his stomach suddenly rumbled as his face flushed red and he quickly lowered his head.

This appearance was different from the first time she saw a small beast that was resistant to beatings.

Mo Weinong laughed, she glanced at the snow pear beside his bed and raised his eyebrows, "Why aren't you eating?"

"About that, we have to eat it slowly." After finishing the meal, he was going to starve again.

Mo Weinong really couldn't imagine that a prince like him would live her life like a beggar.

Sighing slightly, she said, "You had a high fever yesterday, it was good for you to eat that Sydney, it wasn't for you to fill your stomach. "Forget it, I'll come over to eat first. After I finish eating, I'll eat the snow pears later."

She was holding a small package with a plate in it. She covered it with another plate, but it didn't spill out.

Other than the two chicken legs, the rest of the food had been ordered by her to gather here by Deng Mama after she woke up.

Eighth Prince swallowed his saliva, but kept it in as much as he could to not let anyone see.

Mo Weinong slapped his head, "Alright, hurry up and eat."

Eighth Prince scratched his head. Although he was beaten up by a lot of people, but... This time was different. Not only did he not feel pain or humiliation, he felt very embarrassed and happy.

Raising his head, he looked at Mo Weinong, smiled, put aside his bashfulness, and began to wolf it down.

"Eat slower, no one is going to steal from you. You're not in a good condition right now, it's not good for you to eat too much. " As Mo Weinong said this, she had already walked over to his bedside and washed the pear before bringing it back for him.

Eighth Prince looked at her back and once again fiercely swallowed his food.

That's great!

Mo Weinong placed the snow pear on the table in front of him, which had been wiped clean, and said, "I might not be able to help you with other things, but I can't openly give you clothes and blankets either, in case you get suspected. However, I can still send you food everyday. So eat slowly, don't choke, there will be more in the future. "

Eighth Prince pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks as he looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

Suddenly, he felt that … He felt choked with sobs.

He quickly lowered his head and ate the rice in his mouth.

Mo Weinong started to ponder, she did not stay in the palace for long. It wouldn't be a problem to bring him food these days, but what if she left?

He had to think of a way to get someone to send him food everyday.

She did not ask Eighth Prince how he resolved the problem of being warm and full. Most of the time, it was not a good memory, but it was definitely a meal filled with hunger.

For some reason, Mo Weinong couldn't be cruel to the Eighth Prince in front of him.

After the Eighth Prince finished eating, she warned him a little more. He glanced at the book on his bed, then turned and left.

Returning to the empress dowager's palace, Deng Mama was waiting for her in her room with an ashen face.

Mo Weinong lightly coughed, and said, "It's not like I'm really sick. For me to lie in bed all day, I'll definitely be rusted and moldy."

"Ah, you are always elusive. If not for Prince Yan saying that I don't need to restrict you and that you would be fine, this old servant would be so worried that my hair would have turned white. "

Mo Weinong snickered, and without leaving a trace, she placed the plate that Eighth Prince had just finished in front of Xiao Bai.

The moment Lil 'White woke up, it was still a little dazed. At the tip of its nose, it smelled the scent of the chicken leg in the day and licked it towards the plate.

He didn't expect it to be so empty. Not to mention a chicken leg, there wasn't even chicken bones. There was only a little sauce left beside the plate.

Lil 'White lost its composure on the spot and looked up angrily.

The Deng Mama walked over, squatted down and put away the plate, while patting its head and said, "I didn't expect this little fox to be so small, it can actually eat so much."

"Yeah, yeah." Mo Weinong nodded her head and shamelessly let Xiao Bai be the scapegoat.

The Deng Mama stood up and walked towards the door, after walking a few steps he stopped and turned around, saying, "Miss Qian Zhu, you might not be able to return to the Palace until tomorrow."

Mo Weinong could not go back when she was sick. As a girl with Marquis Mansion, although she was unrelated to the Second Master Mo, she knew that her own grandmother was also in bed, and would definitely go back.

However, she couldn't possibly stay behind to tend to her illness. At most, she would return to the palace to study once more.

Even if Marquis's Wife Mo Qianyu and the rest were not satisfied, they could not force her to stay in their residence. At most, they would let her 'do her best to show filial piety' for an entire day and night, while ridiculing and tormenting her.

Sure enough, on the second day, Mo Qianzhu returned with a sorrowful look in her eyes. But in front of Mo Weinong, he did not conceal the happiness on her face at all.

It seemed that the old lady had gotten sick, which allowed her to vent her anger. She felt exceptionally satisfied.

As a result, even though she had been ridiculed and pinched countless times by the Marquis's Wife during these past two days, she didn't mind it at all.

Soon after, two days later, Mo Weinong's "sickness" was also good, but she still had to stay in the palace to learn.

Another five or six days passed like this. There were only two to three days left before she would leave the palace, but Mo Weinong had yet to think of a suitable method to have someone take care of Eighth Prince.

In the afternoon, she brought food to Eighth Prince to visit him.

He had originally thought that he would be sitting in his room, reading books and waiting for her like he always did, but when she entered, he found that there wasn't a single trace of human life left.

The Eighth Prince was not inside, she could even see a trace of blood on the door frame.

His heart skipped a beat, and Mo Weinong's expression changed. He lifted his leg and quickly ran out of the courtyard.