"Princess, please take care. Leave everything to me." Finishing his words, he turned to leave; his shadow appearing lonely and pale under the moonlight.
When she got back to the palace, she heard the loud cries of the baby. The nanny was carrying Qing'er in an attempt to pacify him, but he continued to cry, his face turning red. In the space of two days, he had lost both of his parents. Furthermore, his mother was personally killed at the hands of his own aunt. Would the child grow up to hate her once he knew of everything that had happened?
Nalan Hongye sat under the long window, thinking to herself. The moonlight was bright, like a jade plate. It shone on the ground, illuminating it.
Aunt Yun carried Qing'er over, laughed, and said carefully, "Princess, Your Majesty is smiling."
