Zhan Nancheng paused and said softly, "Flames melt the snowflakes as the moon appears…"
The snowflakes, the moonlight, the stunning queen from many years ago. Zhan Nancheng stared at the back that remained in his cherished memories.
"… When I saw you, you didn't feel like the queen of the nation, but rather a young girl-next-door. Delicate, playful, exquisite, noble and innocent. Yet, that prideful aura you displayed made me feel that no one else but you were suited to be the queen. "
Meng Fuyao trembled a little. 'The heck, is this something a "stepson" should tell her "stepmother"?'
"… You should have never gone mad. When the troops invaded the palace, you greeted them with a smile like the way a prideful queen would to her people. You were such a strong woman, why did you go mad? But perhaps, this unyielding part of you was your undoing… when father raped you, and you got pregnant."
