Bringing the Little Crown Prince on a Parenting Reality Show — I'm Cleared of All Scandals!-Chapter 112: Father Emperor...

Chu Xijin shivered all over, "Thank you, Father, for your praise. It is only because of your guidance that I can be this way."

The man scoffed, "I have never guided you."

Sparse laughter echoed around. Chu Xijin felt like he was sitting on needles. He knew his father didn’t like him, and his brothers were jealous of him, but he could only bow his head and reply with neither humility nor arrogance, "I have overstepped, daring to hope for Father’s guidance."

"It seems the Crown Prince is intelligent but lacks honesty, unlike your royal brothers. You need to learn from them, to avoid arrogance and impatience. You, Crown Prince, may be the master of the Eastern Palace, but not yet the master of the world."

With a thud—

Chu Xijin knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the cold floor, "Father sees everything clearly. I have never harbored such treasonous thoughts!"

Silence.

No one spoke.

Watching the Crown Prince, so high up, being rejected by his most important father.

"What do you mean, Crown Prince? You are my son; how could I suspect you? Get up."

"Thank you, Father!"

Chu Xijin straightened up, stood, and sat down again.

His face was composed, neither sad nor happy.

Until everyone dispersed, and back in the Eastern Palace, Chu Xijin completed the tasks for the day as instructed by the Imperial Tutor. While bathing, he dismissed the servants, immersed himself in the water, feeling the warmth, and tears started to fall.

He also wanted Father’s affection.

Wanted Father’s praise.

He didn’t want to be rejected by Father.

Didn’t want to be mocked.

The temperature of the pool was getting hotter, yet Chu Xijin indulged in it, as if this way, he could ignore his father’s dislike and aversion!

The next morning, Aunt Zhang knocked on Chu Xijin’s door, waited for a long time at the entrance, not hearing any response, knocked again, and shouted, "Xiao Jin, it’s time for breakfast and school."

Still no response.

Aunt Zhang kept knocking, waited a while.

Thinking it over, Aunt Zhang decided to call Mu Ran. Sometimes, Xiao Jin would go to friends’ and the Mu Family’s old residence, and when not at home, he would lock the door.

But before, he would inform her.

This time, he didn’t say anything.

Mu Ran, who was asleep, heard the phone ringing. Her first reaction was to hang up, but squinting at the caller ID, it was "Aunt Zhang."

Perplexed, Mu Ran answered and put it on speaker, placing it on the bed, lazily asking, "What’s up?"

"Director Mu, is Xiao Jin not at home today?"

"He’s here, we came back together." Mu Ran got up, put on slippers and went out, finding Aunt Zhang standing by Xiao Jin’s door, her brows furrowed, "What’s going on?"

"I don’t know, I’ve called him a few times, but he didn’t answer me." Aunt Zhang was puzzled.

Mu Ran stepped forward and tapped the door, "Xiao Jin, it’s school time, don’t stay in bed."

It’s the first time he’s overslept; maybe he stayed up too late last night, but it’s not even ten o’clock.

But Mu Ran knocked several times, and no one answered.

Unease floated to the surface, Mu Ran went to get the spare key, Aunt Zhang also became anxious.

Afraid something happened to the child sleeping alone.

Mu Ran unlocked the door, saw the child lying on the bed, eyes closed tightly, lips pale.

At that moment, no exaggeration, Mu Ran’s legs went weak, she held the door frame to barely stand, "Xiao Jin."

She called, her voice slightly hoarse.

The child on the bed didn’t respond, Mu Ran got goosebumps, her hand gripping the door frame with exposed veins, suppressing her unease, she walked to his side, trembling, checking his breath, felt his breathing.

Mu Ran collapsed on the ground.

Alive, thank goodness.

Aunt Zhang was startled by her, also checked the breathing, felt the child was alive, then checked his forehead, very hot!

"The child has a fever, hurry to the hospital."

"Okay!" Mu Ran knew he was alive, even if still anxious, she quickly changed clothes, carried the child downstairs.

The driver was already waiting.

He was supposed to take Chu Xijin to and from school.

Today, directly to the hospital.

Holding Chu Xijin, Mu Ran felt his body temperature, a bit afraid he’d damaged his brain from the fever. Last night, she’d no idea how long it lasted, with no warning.

Perhaps there were, she didn’t understand.

Mu Ran’s thin lips pressed tight, her light brown pupils filled with deep guilt.

If the child is okay, it’s fine, but if something happens?

She wouldn’t know what to do.

Perhaps Xiao Jin was always too sensible, Mu Ran almost forgot he was just a five-year-old child!

Arriving at the hospital, Mu Ran directly registered for emergency.

The doctor quickly examined the child’s body, arranged an IV drip, checked his records, and suddenly frowned deeply, "Has the child never had any vaccines?"

"Ah?" Mu Ran was stunned.

Vaccines...

Completely didn’t think of it.

"Don’t they check when enrolling in kindergarten?" The doctor asked.

Mu Ran’s lips quivered, upper and lower lips as if at odds, couldn’t utter a word, Xiao Jin wasn’t in the small class, many procedures were skipped, and key parents often managed, deciding which vaccines to omit and which medications for overseas visits.

Plus, it’s an international school.

Many specific domestic regulations are often waived.

"Get what can be supplemented. You parents, really attentive." The doctor said coldly, "Go get the IV drip, monitor his temperature, and if it rises, come to me."

Mu Ran didn’t respond.

Took the prescription, paid through her phone, went straight to the IV area.

Aunt Zhang gave the nurse the slip, Mu Ran holding Chu Xijin, waiting.

The nurse soon arrived, "Four bottles in total, see if the child wakes up. If holding him is uncomfortable, you can request a room."

"No need, just like this." Mu Ran wanted to constantly feel the child’s temperature, in case it rose again, she’d call the doctor.

"Alright." The nurse didn’t insist.

Looking at Chu Xijin and Mu Ran, she left reluctantly.

Oh god, Xiao Jin is sick, she felt so sorry for him, the poor baby, going through such painful torment!!!

She had to keep a constant watch, lest Xiao Jin spike a fever again.

Mu Ran kept feeling the child’s forehead.

Aunt Zhang said, "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No need." Mu Ran wasn’t in the mood to eat, "You also haven’t eaten, go have some, later I’ll trouble you to make food suitable for the sick."

"Alright, then I’ll go first."

"Mm."

Mu Ran nodded, eyes weary.

Yet became joyful at the child’s steadily normalizing temperature, her phone’s vibration finally caught her attention.

Xiao Yu’an sent her many messages.

Also asked about eating, where to go?

The time span was two hours, the last emoticon was: "Awake yet?"

Mu Ran typed back: "My Xiao Jin has a fever, no date, sorry."

Hearing the WeChat notification, Xiao Yu’an checked immediately, his originally bright eyes dimming, "Is he alright?"

"The fever is subsiding, but he’s not awake."

Mu Ran replied, suddenly hearing the child muttering by her ear.

"Father... Father..."