When a beautiful woman sheds tears, even if a man is a wooden man, he should know what to do next.
Nanjia stepped forward and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. "Don't be sad. As long as you work hard to be a good emperor, govern the country with benevolence and justice, lead the people to live and work in peace and happiness, and accumulate merit, after a hundred years, you will naturally achieve enlightenment and be re-enlisted in the immortal class. Then, you will be able to reunite with them..."
When people are sad, persuasion is useless and will only make them cry harder.
Yan Miaoling sobbed and muttered to herself, "I've taken six roots in a row. I don't know what price my father and mother will have to pay. Will they be ridiculed and punished for this..."
Nanjia's face twitched as he recalled the scene in the Immortal Fruit Garden. "Do you even know how fierce and powerful your mother, Princess Long, is?" He'd witnessed her firsthand, her savage behavior as she clutched her waist and ordered her maids to snatch the fruit from the other Immortal Lords. Who would dare ridicule someone like her?
Even his uncle wouldn't dare.
The Dragon Palace family was all about protecting their own shortcomings. He bet that if the Emperor of Heaven didn't compromise and actually brought up the Heavenly Law, the Dragon King would turn his back on the rain, letting the accumulated resentment in the world drown the Emperor...
Nanga trembled. Similarly, the daughter of the Dragon Princess wasn't someone anyone would dare marry, right?
I thought in my heart that I dare not marry, but what are you doing?
Blocking the door to the bedroom, he leaned over and began to ask for benefits...
As for what she did, no one knew. Anyway, by the time Yan Miaoling had dressed and rushed to Feng Mansion, an hour had passed.
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