Lao Fan pretended to have forgotten, but Princess Anle had not. Gazing at the old man before her with his hair and beard turned white, who no longer even stepped foot in the Capital city, her heart ached.
"Back then, if you hadn't promised Zhengzheng's grandfather to protect the mother and son of Consort Shu, I think you wouldn't be hiding in this tiny Zhuma Town, unable to return to the Capital."
Princess Anle reminisced about the past, inevitably feeling a bit sentimental. In those days, Lao Fan, along with Xia Yuan's father and her own father, had all been friends. Little did she expect that, so many years later, her father would pass away early trying to save the Emperor, and Xia Yuan's father would also depart prematurely due to certain events. Now, only Lao Fan remained, bitterly protecting them all by himself.
