In Taiping Garden, when the Princess received the news of the great victory in the northwest, she almost instantly sprung up from her bed, her back drenched with sweat, and stars seemed to flicker before her eyes.
"Pingyuan, Pingyuan!"
Puyang Yi hadn't heard her mother call her so urgently in a long time.
She ran over as fast as she could, taking three steps at a time.
"Mother, would you like something to eat?"
The Princess's hair was disheveled, her eyes deeply sunken, yet they were exceptionally bright and dark.
"Quick, help me get up and dress."
Puyang Yi felt relieved and hurriedly called for the maids, also personally stepping forward to support the Princess's arm.
"Take it slow, Mother, you've been bedridden these days, your body is weak…"
"It's nothing, I'm fine," the Princess firmly grasped Puyang Yi's hand, almost shedding tears.
"Pingyuan, fortunately I have you, I was so lucky to have you this time."
