Jiang Ning stayed by the bedside, wiping Xiaoqian's face, hands, and feet with a towel.
It was only when she felt the child's forehead gradually cooling down that she could breathe a sigh of relief.
Li Tingqian's fever subsided, making him feel more comfortable. He opened his eyes and said he was hungry, wanting something to eat.
As Xiaoqian had just recovered from a fever, Jiang Ning didn't dare to feed him too much. She asked Chunlai to prepare a small bowl of yellow sticky millet porridge and fed him one spoonful at a time.
Unusually for the emperor's eldest grandson, who didn't care much about food, he opened his mouth wide and ate every bit of the porridge in one breath.
When he finished, he wanted more.
Jiang Ning had no choice but to ask for another half bowl.
To her surprise, he ate it all without hesitation.
Huang Ying said softly, "The emperor's eldest grandson never ate like this before, especially when he's sick."
