Quick Wear: The male protagonists all fell in love with her at first sight

Upon hearing this, Ji Huaian picked up the book on the table and took a look at it. He paused after seeing the contents. It was because this book was a gift from his biological mother, Princess Wenshu.

At that time, Ji Huaian was just five years old. He was raised by Emperor Cheng'an. The palace maids and eunuchs naturally did not dare to neglect him, but there were many concubines who regarded him as a thorn in their eyes.

Because he was protected by Emperor Cheng'an, there was no real plot against him, it was just that people would always mention his biological mother Wenshu around him.

Although Ji Huaian is smart, he is still young after all. He is envious of the princes who are loved by their mothers.

He was wondering why his mother was not around. Even though the princes were poor students, their mother still loved them so much. She would add more clothes for them when it was cold and give them mung bean soup every day when it was hot.

He was so good at studying. Would his mother love him more and hold him in her arms and love him? With this thought in mind, Ji Huaian studied harder.

When he got first place in the test, his uncle the emperor asked him what reward he wanted. He said with anticipation that he wanted to meet his mother.

Unexpectedly, the emperor uncle fell silent when he saw his request. Meeting his expectant eyes, he just sighed slightly, then stroked his head and said okay.

Ji Huaian still remembers that day. He didn't sleep the whole night. He took out all the test papers in which he won first place in previous tests and sorted them out, thinking about the way his mother held him in her arms and loved him.

He rode in a carriage all the way to Jing'an Temple outside the city. As if someone had made arrangements in advance, the Jing'an Temple was exceptionally quiet that day. After he got off the carriage, he was taken to a courtyard.

The yard was small and quiet. Not far from him, a woman in plain Taoist clothes turned her head.

That was the first time Ji Huaian saw his mother since he grew up. Although he was young in the palace in the past, he was the most stable. But today, when he saw his mother, he became more lively like a child.

He took a few steps forward and called the woman "Mother". His voice was very soft, as if he was shy and testing her cautiously.

But the warm embrace he imagined did not come. Instead, he heard only a cold sentence, "My Buddhist name is Huiguo," and nothing else.

Ji Huaian thought that his mother was like this because she didn't know how well he was studying, so he hurriedly took out the test paper he had prepared and said hurriedly, "I always get the first place in the test, and the teacher said I am smart."

But he was disappointed in the end. The woman frowned and sneered coldly, as if she was seeing someone through him. She said coldly, "You are so competitive at such a young age. Study hard and learn some etiquette." After that, she threw down a book of etiquette and went back to the room.

Looking at the closed door, little Ji Huaian didn't understand why his mother didn't want to recognize him, and why his mother was so angry when he was so smart. He picked up the book that Wen Shu threw on the ground.

I collected my thoughts and looked at the childish comments on the pages of the book. The comments did not describe the meaning of the text, but rather expressed little Ji Huaian's longing for his mother.

After returning to the palace, he studied the book hard. The little boy stubbornly thought that as long as he read the book well, his mother would like him. As a result, he fell seriously ill. His grandmother, the Queen Mother, hugged him and cried, and then he threw the book into the corner.

Jiang Rou stood aside and saw Ji Huaian just staring at the book blankly, so she guessed that the origin of this book must be extraordinary.

After many years, Ji Huaian felt no emotion when he read this book again. He was no longer the child who expected his mother to love him. He knew that if someone didn't love him, he wouldn't get it no matter how hard he tried.

Suddenly he came out of his memories when he heard Jiang Rou's voice, "Prince, are you okay?", her voice full of concern.

He looked up and saw the worry on Jiang Rou's face. He felt the wetness on his cheeks and realized that he had shed tears without knowing when. Ji Huaian mocked himself in his heart, "No one loves you since you were born. Don't you understand it after all these years? Why do you still pray for that person's love?"

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly turned cold. Looking at the emotional changes in his eyes, Jiang Rou guessed that this book must have a story. She lowered her head and pondered when exactly Ji Huaian could lose his composure like this.

Before she could get to know him, she heard Ji Huaian say, "Do you still remember your parents?" Jiang Rou understood everything instantly after hearing his foolish words.

Hearing him mention his parents, Jiang Rou slowly shook her head "No", with sadness and confusion in her eyes. Jiang Rou couldn't figure out what Ji Huaian's nonsensical words meant, so she could only remain silent.

Suddenly Ji Huaian sneered, and Jiang Rou heard him say, "Why are you sad? You've been missing for so long, why have they ever thought of looking for you?" Jiang Rou was stunned after hearing his words. Seeing her like this, Ji Huaian slightly suppressed his anger.

He was wrong. She was raised so well, how could her parents not love her? He was overreacting. Just as he thought so, he heard Jiang Rou say, "If you put it that way, my fate is not bitter at all," in a soft voice.

Ji Huaian was puzzled when he heard her say this, and then Jiang Rou continued, "The most precious thing in the world is life. They gave me life and are my benefactors." As she spoke, she stood up.

As they walked, she said, "As for whether they love me or not, it's up to them. It's just their choice. However," she turned and smiled at Ji Huaian, "But I'm also lucky. I met the prince, which allows me to live a stable life. Life is only 30,000 days long. Why bother about things that will not lead to a good result? It's better to cherish the present and live well every day."

This was the first time Ji Huaian had seen Jiang Rou like this. In Ji Huaian's heart, Jiang Rou was kind but also delicate. But at this moment, he discovered that she was also very insightful. He looked at Jiang Rou who was standing not far away and stared at her blankly.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Rou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that her bet was right. Ji Huaian put away the Book of Rites and explained to Jiang Rou, "This is a book from many years ago. It's not appropriate to read it now."

Jiang Rou was surprised to find that Ji Huaian, a gentleman of integrity, had a wide range of knowledge in books. He could talk about Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio or Book of Poetry, Book of History and Book of Rites in great detail, and Jiang Rou was also the best listener.

Ji Huaian was waiting in the room early that day, but as the night deepened, he still didn't see Jiang Rou. Without turning the page of the book in his hand for a long time, Ji Huaian got up and walked outside Jiang Rou's room.

He stood in front of the door for a long time without moving. When he was about to leave, he heard Jiang Rou's painful cry from inside the house. Ji Huaian stopped and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no sound from inside.

Ji Huaian broke into the room and found Jiang Rou lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed, her face was pale and she was sweating. Ji Huaian walked up to her and gently stroked her forehead. His temperature was normal.

He sat beside the bed and gently called Jiang Rou's name, "Jiang Rou, Jiang Rou, wake up." Jiang Rou just curled up and cried out in pain. Ji Huaian saw her holding her stomach, as if he understood something.

Just when he was about to go out to find a doctor, Jiang Rou held his hand. Fuyun and Qingfan were not in the house, so Ji Huaian had no choice but to sit down under Jiang Rou's force.

Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Ji Huaian said softly that he was offended, then put his big hand on Jiang Rou's belly and gently used his internal force to warm Jiang Rou.

Perhaps it was because she felt the warmth, Jiang Rou's brows gradually relaxed. She leaned against Ji Huaian and fell into a deep sleep. Looking at her sleeping face, Ji Huaian gently touched her cheek with his hand. Feeling itchy, Jiang Rou gently rubbed the back of his hand.

Looking at her movements as docile as a kitten, Ji Huaian's eyes softened.