At that ti, Dean Fu and Professor Yan hurried over, standing outside the isolation room and knocking on the door.
A dedicated guard opened the door and reported to Si Mingjing, "Your Majesty the Queen, Dean Fu is looking for you."
"Alright."
Si Mingjing stepped out. Dean Fu excitedly shook her hand. "Your Majesty the Queen, we finally have you here! The prescription you sent to Shendu, combining traditional Chinese dicine to support Western dicine, has shown remarkable efficacy in controlling the epidemic. We were hoping that if you could personally attend a eting to discuss the integrated treatnt thods in detail, it would be even more beneficial."
"Of course, no problem. When is the eting?"
Dean Fu said, "If it’s convenient for you, I hope it’s as soon as possible."
"Let’s make it ten minutes from now," Si Mingjing replied.
Tears of gratitude welled in Dean Fu’s eyes. "I’ll go arrange it right now. I’ll wait for you in the conference room in ten minutes."
Si Mingjing returned to the ward and said to Mo Yinhe, "I have to attend a eting."
"Hmm, you go. I’ll stay here with our brother-in-law," Mo Yinhe replied.
Si Mingjing saw the look on Bo Leng’s face and knew he was on the verge of losing his temper. She hesitated. "Perhaps you should head back first?"
Mo Yinhe said, "I still have so business to discuss with our brother-in-law. You go handle your eting; don’t worry about . Just let know when you’re done."
Si Mingjing nodded. "Then take good care of Xiangru."
"Mommy, I’m not scared~"
After Si Mingjing left, Mo Yinhe said to Bo Leng, "I looked at the betrothal gifts your family sent; they’re quite generous. But I’m curious, what exactly is that thing you gave ? I’ve been studying it for days and still can’t figure it out."
"Get out of here now, and I’ll tell you," Bo Leng said.
Mo Yinhe lifted Little Xiangru high, playing with his son. Hearing Bo Leng’s words, he shook his head. "How does Manman put up with your terrible temper? Aren’t you going to tell ? The gifts your brothers sent were, if not priceless, certainly eye-catching. They were clearly concerned I might find my wife’s family lacking. So why did you only give a ball?"
That’s right, just a ball! A small ball the size of a ping pong ball.
He had checked the betrothal gift list several tis. Only after confirming this ball was indeed Bo Leng’s gift did he refrain from carelessly tossing it away.
His brother-in-law wouldn’t play a trick on him with the betrothal gifts, surely. With this thought, he studied the ball for several days. He scanned it inside and out but found nothing special. This only piqued Mo Yinhe’s interest further.
Bo Leng, lying on the hospital bed, saw Mo Yinhe’s utterly perplexed expression and finally deigned to give him a glance. "Guess," he drawled.
Mo Yinhe: "......."
Mo Yinhe’s expression darkened. "Stop beating around the bush. You’re not one for idle talk. If you don’t tell , I’ll bring your sister here tonight, and we won’t leave your hospital room. She’s been quite worried about you lately and would probably be very willing to stay and look after you."
Bo Leng slamd the book in his hand hard onto the nightstand. "Mo Yinhe, have I been too lenient with you?"
"Spit it out." Others might be intimidated by Bo Leng, but Mo Yinhe certainly wasn’t.
Bo Leng’s voice was cold and firm. If it hadn’t been for his illness, he might have punched Mo Yinhe or kicked him out of the Mu Continent. "Every night before going to sleep, put the ball beside your pillow. It will help you rember the past."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yinhe paused for a mont, then stroked his chin thoughtfully. Have I lost any mories?
He himself was unaware of this.
Bo Leng said irritably, "Why don’t you hurry up and get out? Do you want your son to get infected? Or do you want your second son to be a test subject for the dicine too? He’s not a Little Dragon; his body can’t withstand such continuous experintation."
Mo Yinhe left with Little Xiangru, departing from the hospital.
He was temporarily staying at Bo Leng’s house. Lou Manman greeted them in the courtyard. Seeing Little Xiangru, she affectionately picked him up. "Is this Xiangru?"
Mo Yinhe said, "Sister-in-law, could you please look after Xiangru for a bit? I’m rather tired and need to get so sleep."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Little Xiangru, I’ll take you to play with your older brothers and sisters, okay?"
"Hello, Auntie."
"So well-behaved."
Lou Manman carried Little Xiangru to find her own children to play with. anwhile, Mo Yinhe headed for the guest room. He took out that seemingly worthless ball Bo Leng had given him from his suitcase and placed it beside his pillow. Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep, curious about what mories he might have lost.
Although I don’t know what mories I might lose, Mo Yinhe still felt a sense of anticipation.
Bo Leng wouldn’t say I lost mories without a reason. He must know sothing.
Mo Yinhe closed his eyes. After ten minutes, he still hadn’t fallen asleep and was particularly frustrated.
He picked up the small ball, toyed with it in his hands for a while, then tried to sleep again. Another ten minutes passed.
Unfortunately, it seed the God of Dreams wasn’t in his favor tonight!
At that mont, Si Mingjing called. "My eting’s over. Where are you?"
"At Prince Bo’s Residence."
Mo Yinhe gave up trying to sleep. He got up, put on his leather shoes, and said, "I’ll co pick you up."
"Why did you suddenly go back to the Prince’s Residence?"
Knowing Mo Yinhe, Si Mingjing figured he wouldn’t have left the hospital unless he had sothing important to attend to. "If you’re busy, you don’t need to pick up. I can get back by myself."
"No problem. Wait for at the hospital."
Mo Yinhe casually stuffed the small ball under his pillow, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed to the hospital.
On the way to the hospital, Mo Yinhe was resting with his eyes closed when, suddenly, images unexpectedly flooded his mind...
It was an explosive start!
He saw himself—or rather, a man who looked exactly like him—with Mingjing...
That scene...
Mo Yinhe suddenly leaned back, a comfortable posture as he thoroughly enjoyed the heated scenes playing out in his mind. A warmth spread through his body.
When did this happen? I’ve never seen Mingjing so passionate before. Is this the mory I’ve lost? Losing such a mory was truly a great pity. A mory like this was worth preserving for ten thousand years, to be savored daily whenever he had a spare mont.
After a bout of passionate intimacy, he saw a shy Mingjing looking at him, her expression a mix of coyness and pride as she declared:
"This is the Dragon’s Contract!
"From today onward, I willingly forsake the thousands of handso n in my harem, vowing to remain chaste only for you!
"From today onward, I permit a sliver of your consciousness to reside within my heart. If any other man dares to approach , I grant that sliver of you the right to raise a clamor within !
"From today onward, we shall be together, life after life, for all eternity!"
As Mo Yinhe listened to Mingjing’s words from the mory, his handso face remained stunned for a long mont. What did Mingjing an by this? Could this be the reason a ’little fairy’ had always resided in his heart?
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