In the dead of night, His Majesty, who was seriously ill, had gone to bed. Nian Zhaoyi, who was attending the illness, was leaning on the dragon bed, drowsy.
The door was pushed open and the prince walked into the room. He grabbed Zhaoyi's chin and held her lips fiercely.
"Mother, my father is old, why can't you look at my son more?"
Intention: Never give up
