"I am the ruler of a nation, and I never break my word." Chu Yihan touched her head, his palm warm.
Rong Xi couldn't understand what it meant to be the ruler of a nation, but she could see that this uncle looked like her daddy and would not lie to her.
So, these past few days, she obediently stayed here, eating her meals and taking her medicine every day. Although the medicine was bitter, she would wrinkle her little face, take a few sips, and then drink it all. Afterwards, she would sit on the threshold every day, holding her little face, waiting for Chu Yifeng to come and fetch her.
Chu Yifeng had been cooped up in the yard for several days. In recent days, there had been no nightly revelries, nor had he called for any female slaves to attend to him, and he had slept alone for several days.