His Highness Depends on Me to Take Care of Him [He Has Ascended the Throne Because of His Illness]

New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story! When I was seven years old, I was holding an osmanthus cake and he knocked it to the ground. When I was nine years old, I hugged him while he was crying in the library: "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you." When the bad news came that my fifteen-year-old father had died in battle, I tore up my skirt and put on my blood-stained silver armor. On the day the coffin returned to the capital, the sickly Sixth Prince broke free from the support of the palace attendants, coughed blood, and ran after my carriage. He stuffed the tiger talisman into my palm and said, "Ah Zhao... Come back alive." > Above the court, the prince, dressed in red like fire, smiled and asked the orphan girl how to command an army; the third prince's fangs were hidden, trying to destroy the foundation of my Shen family. > Behind me stood the twelve men of the Dark Guard Pavilion - they were the swords I forged to protect him, and they were also the shields I used to avenge my father. >When the enemy troops were approaching, I pointed at my long sword, and his weak cough came from behind: "My general... Is it enough to hire him from the country?" Later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, he peeled off the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of everyone, with a deep look in his eyes: "My dear, this time I will feed you with my own hands."