C2 (1/2)

Yue Chanjuan suddenly sat up, panting heavily as sweat soaked her clothes.

The night wind blew in from outside the window, causing Yue Chan to feel a slight chill. It was already the beginning of autumn, but she still liked to push up the windows, creating a gap for fresh air to enter through.

Her delicate hands were gripping the quilt tightly. Yet again, this nightmare had accompanied her for three years.

”Mufei, little brother, I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to save you!”

He lowered his head and closed his eyes. There were no tears in his eyes, only endless hatred. She had never forgotten that beautiful face, as well as the bright red flowers on the white embroidered shoes.

”Mufei, wait for me to grow up. I will definitely grow up safely, live a good life, and take revenge for you. The method of death she gave you, I will use it on her! ”

Yue Chan did not forget that when she was ten years old, she mischievously climbed up to the roof of the Mauchly Palace. The only reason was that the roof had been broken for several days. It had been struck by lightning a few days ago, and the tiles had shattered, revealing gaps in the roof.

Her royal father had not visited this place for many days, and as a result, the servants and servants began to neglect him. She didn't want to see the sad look on her mother's face as she looked at the broken roof, so she decided to climb up to the roof and cover the gap with tiles.

She just so happened to see a scene in a nightmare. She could only watch helplessly as her already pregnant mufei was strangled to death with white silk by Imperial Concubine Yang.

She didn't dare to make a sound, because Yang Gui Fei wanted to cut the grass at the roots. Although she was only ten years old, she had seen many of the imperial harem's vicissitudes. He had been familiar with history books since he was young and had been educated by his mother's wife. He also knew that if he were to make a sound at that time, not only would he not be able to save his mother, he would even lose his life.

At that time, she had been lying prone on the rooftop, watching the people closely searching the palace, but it had all been for nothing.

”Mufei, from that day on, I grew up. I'm no longer a child.”

The corner of her pink lips curled up into a cold smile, ”After they left, I sneaked down from the roof late at night and snuck over to royal father's place. I know that, it should be the time for royal father to go to the empress that day. ”I thought that if the empress adopted me, I'd be able to settle down in the imperial palace, but who would've thought …”

She gently closed her eyes and revealed a painful expression. That night, she had coincidentally met Royal Father and purposely broke her hand. She used her tears to attract Royal Father's attention.

But now, the one who adopted her wasn't the empress, but an unfavoured concubine.

”Your Majesty, I heard that Han Wangrong entered the palace for a long time and still hasn't borne His Majesty a son yet. Why don't we let Han Wangrong nurture the princess?”

Grand Concubine Yang's words pushed her into an abyss. One word from her was enough to make His Majesty gracious. If it wasn't for her mentioning him, her father would have long forgotten that there was such a concubine in the harem.

She wanted to oppose it, but if she did, her royal father would agree with a smile on his face. He told the eunuchs to send her over immediately, put his arm around her waist, and disappear from the palace.

Her royal father didn't even look at her nor did he look at her broken hand.

”Mufei, from then on, I knew that everything depended on me!”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and walked to the window. He looked at the pitch black Imperial Palace.

Her gentle mother concubine had left her forever. Three years had passed and even her royal father had forgotten that he still had her daughter.

”Chan Juan, come and drink this bowl of green bean soup. It's a dry autumn day, be careful not to get too angry.”

Han WanRong's pretty face carried a faint smile as she looked at her with a doting gaze. This gaze always made her think of her mother. Fortunately, she had met a gentle, independent, new matriarch who brought a touch of light to her sad childhood.

”Mufei, you have some too.”

A pure and innocent smile appeared on his innocent face as he hid everything in his heart under that smile. She wanted everyone who saw her to think she was just a child.

”Am, am I still a child? ”No, three years ago, I was no longer a child!”

Han WanRong tenderly pulled back Yue Chanjuan's hair. In her eyes, Yue Chanjuan was nothing more than a child who did not know anything.