An Jiuyue thought for a moment before replying. Who could truly claim to have a particularly smooth-sailing life?
Did the Emperor, for instance, lead a good life? He might even have a worse life than them, getting headaches every day worrying about who was plotting to kill him.
"People like Zhan Beiye still don't have it too bad. It's just a younger brother. He's not like…"
Unlike her, her father wanted her dead. However, she no longer cared. He was not her father. Why should she care? She would only remember and protect the people around her who cared about her.
…
Early the next day…
A piercing shriek rang out from a tent in Camp Ning Se.
"You… You, you… Why are you in my tent?" Xue Fangling protected herself fiercely. She was wrapped in a blanket, her face flushed as she accused the man in front of her.
Shang Ningshen was getting dressed frantically. When he heard her question, he could not help but glance around the tent.
