Pei Yan was stunned for a moment, a strong indiscernible emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting. The next moment, he lowered his eyes, saw the girl's trembling eyelashes, and asked softly: "What happened yesterday?

Can you talk to me?"

Fuying frowned slightly, raised her head from the man's arms, and whispered after a while: "I want to go with Shao Hai to meet my old friend..."

When Pei Yan heard about Shao Hai, his eyes deepened: "Old friend?"

The little princess was not wary: "An old friend who could tell me about my biological parents was discovered by the Queen on the way. She took me away and said, said..."

It seemed a little difficult to say, the girl's gleaming almond eyes were covered with a layer of mist, swaying gently like a veil: "She said, I want my father to choose between you and me. Only if you die can I

Live..."

The little eunuch on the side had already taken a breath.

Pei Yan was silent for a moment, and his voice suddenly became weird: "Perhaps what she said is not wrong."

Fuying was stunned subconsciously. After a brief heartbeat, she loosened her arms around him and suddenly shook her head. The girl's eyes were sincere and simple: "No, you just found your family, how could you die?

?"

"From now on, you are no longer a slave to be bullied, but the Eighth Prince of the Wei Dynasty. Your father and brothers will protect you, and the Daming Palace is your home."

There was silence in the hall, including Pei Yan, who was staring at her closely, just looking at her motionless.

What a kind little princess. She has never seen the dangers of the world. The girl who lives carefree in the ivory tower has always been as pure as white paper.

After a while, Pei Yan's eyes returned: "I understand."

He gently raised his hand and helped the little princess straighten the messy hair on her temples. His voice was low and soft: "Ah Ying, rest first. You are too tired. When you wake up, you can talk to me about other things."

Things."

Fuying knelt down and sat in his shadow, motionless, and Pei Yan said: "Then I will stay with you here."

The girl suddenly heard the sound of rain outside, and turned to look out the window: "Is it raining?"

Pei Yan replied: "It rained, but it was very small. It rains in early spring and there should be no thunder."

Pei Yan understood how afraid she was of thunder.

Hearing this, Fu Ying slowly lay down and carefully rested her head on the soft pillow. She didn't like rain, very much.

It was the shadow left by Lan Zhaoyi to her. On that thunderstorm night, Lan Zhaoyi's ghostly pale cheeks stared at her ferociously, and then pinched her thin neck fiercely.

In the past, Fuying didn't understand why her mother hated her so much, but now she understands that they are not mother and son, but strangers.

Pei Yan tucked the quilt for the girl and watched her sleep quietly. The thick and fluffy black hair was naturally loose, like clouds and mist and like a waterfall. People couldn't help but touch the fine silk and satin. She was so well-behaved and light.

Close your eyes lightly.

The sound of rain is pattering, gentle and soft, and incense is burning at the door of the palace, which is quiet and quiet.

Pei Yan turned around and was about to leave, but a small, white hand stretched out from the brocade quilt and suddenly grasped his sleeve.

The girl sat up and said, "Don't leave. If you leave, I won't be able to sleep."

Some time ago, she had become accustomed to having him by her side vigiling at night so that she could sleep peacefully. However, now that he has become the Eighth Prince, such a request was too unreasonable. But since she learned about her life experience, she felt really painful inside.

The pain is so painful that no one can talk to it.

Pei Yan returned to the front, glanced at the pale and weak little cat, stretched out a hand to gently hug her, but the girl hugged his waist.

He mumbled in his mouth and his voice was choked with sobs: "It would be great if my eldest brother was here. Why hasn't he come back yet? It's been half a month and I haven't even received a letter yet..."

Pei Yan didn't answer, just patted her back and comforted her slowly: "Go to sleep, I won't leave."

Fuying still had a fever, so she was in a daze, so Pei Yan called the young eunuch and gave some instructions.

Within a moment, the eunuch came up with a bowl of brown soup.

Pei Yan's voice was extremely gentle: "This ginger soup contains soothing medicine, drink it before going to sleep."

Fuying hated taking medicine, she didn't want to drink it at all, but facing Pei Yan's sincere and burning eyes, she still took it, frowned, and drank one mouthful after another, and then she felt relieved from the bowl.

He handed it back again.

The smile at the corner of the man's mouth contained gentle encouragement: "I've finished drinking."

Then, the girl lay on the quilt again, and her voice sounded soft and glutinous with sleep: "I want to see daddy..."

It seems that the little princess has forgotten all about it and how anxiously the Holy Emperor brought her back to the Daming Palace.

Later, she muttered something again. Pei Yan tried to put his ear close to her lips, but he didn't distinguish what the little princess was talking about, and saw that she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Pei Yan called her in a low voice: "Ah Ying."

The little princess nestled in the soft brocade quilt without any response and fell into sleep.

Pei Yan called her a few more times, and when he saw that she didn't wake up again, he stood up gently and stood quietly on the edge of the collapse.

He looked at the sleeping girl for a long time, and couldn't help but bend down slightly. When the slightly cool fingertips touched the girl's snow-white skin, such a smooth and crispy feeling made his knuckles tremble slightly.

The heart beats like a human being, but the eyes are so gentle and affectionate, touching with warmth and care.

It's like admiring a rare treasure. This treasure is fragile glass, and it is a butterfly that is ready to fly. It never wants to stay for anyone, and flies away in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, the temperature in his eyes gradually dimmed, and was covered by a huge possessiveness. He has always been selfish. He wanted the living butterflies to fly only for him, and wanted the precious orphans to be appreciated only by him.

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He tucked Fuying into bed and exited the hall slowly.

The next morning, Fuying felt much better after waking up. Just when she was hesitating whether to go out to see her father, Song Aweng's voice came from outside——

"Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, Your Majesty has invited you to come over and say that we have something to discuss."

Fuying suddenly realized, could it be that Pei Yan really guarded her all night?

She thought about the words she had said in a daze last night due to the fever, and suddenly felt a little regretful. In fact, he didn't have to listen to it anymore. Why was he still guarding her now? She had occupied his seat and enjoyed it.

Because of his glory and wealth, he should have driven her out of Ning'an Palace, erased all traces of her being a princess, and erased the shameful memory of him being her slave.

In the end, it’s just a matter of being a noble prince.
Chapter completed!