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The emperor didn't manage to calm down and fall into a deep sleep until late at night.

Even in his sleep, he vaguely heard someone calling him "Honghong".

One call after another, each one reaching his ears.

He also felt a warm, almost hot hand, firmly holding his own.

By the time the emperor finally woke, day had already broken.

The emperor was a bit bewildered, not knowing if he was dreaming or awake.

The familiar call of "Honghong" came again.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes. In his blurred vision, a figure appeared who was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, holding his hand, and looking at him with the most gentle eyes.

Why did this person look so much like the royal physician's younger brother?

Xiao Jingkong patted the back of the emperor's hand with his little hand, and called out "Honghong~" in the same gentle tone that Zhao Xiaobao's grandmother used to soothe her great-grandchild.

The emperor, fully alert now, jolted awake.