On the dining table in the front hall, a dazzling array of delicacies was spread out.
Today, Princess Consort Kang and her party were not in the Imperial Mansion, so Bai Daoyan could finally have a good meal alone with his younger sister.
"Zhi'er, try this." He picked some meat and stir-fried bamboo shoots with his chopsticks and placed it in the little one's bowl.
Bai Zhi'er ate heartily, holding her small bowl and eating, lifting her head, her cheek adorned with a grain of rice.
Seeing this, Bai Daoyan laughed and helped her remove it.
"Brother, what illness does Sixth Brother have?" The little one was very curious.
They were family, and Bai Daoyan did not intend to hide the truth.
He spoke with a heavy tone: "When Sixth Brother was born, his health was poor, he was always sick, and our mother spent much effort caring for him."
"When he was four years old, my parents argued about his medication; in a moment of anger, my mother said something she now regrets."
