"Don't go with Sixth Brother." The Seventh Prince panted rapidly, and sweat dripped down his nose and wet his hair. He was obviously in great pain, but his eyes were not distracted at all. He stared at Ryan firmly and offered a generous exchange: "I'll dig two more rabbit nests for you."
Ryan put down the palm-leaf fan, pulled his hand out of the Seventh Prince's hand, turned around, squeezed a hemp towel from the copper basin, and wiped the sweat off the Seventh Prince's face.
"Your Highness, please rest and recover. I will wait until Your Highness recovers before leaving with the grain ship. Collecting grain is a big deal, and I may be able to help. This time I am leaving the capital with the Crown Prince and the court, not the Sixth Prince. I will just help Your Highness with his business and come back to accompany Your Highness immediately."
The Seventh Prince closed his eyes angrily, breathing unsteadily and sweating profusely.
Seeing that the little fat boy’s clothes and quilt were soaked with sweat, he was afraid that he would catch a cold if he kept wasting time like this.
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