Rong Tingxue smiled gently, "When the time comes, you will naturally be able to return to where you belong."
When would that be?
"It depends on fate." Rong Tingxue smiled mysteriously. "Some things can't be rushed; we can only let nature take its course."
Feng Guang curled his lip. "Then what's the difference between saying all this and not saying anything at all?"
"There's no difference," Rong Tingxue said casually. "In this world, there is a cause for every effect. When the result arrives, you will understand what the cause was."
Feng Guang thought for a moment and then asked, "Your Majesty, are you a Buddhist?"
"I only cultivate Taoism, not Buddhism." Rong Tingxue left a smile, turned around and waved her sleeve, "I'm going to bed now, you should leave too."
A gust of wind swept by, and Fengguang's body flew out of Fengyi Palace uncontrollably. She floated at the entrance of Fengyi Palace and felt that this Empress was definitely not an ordinary person. She wanted to ask more questions about the things that could make her materialize, but the Empress directly kicked her out.
Most importantly, this queen seems very easy to talk to, but she is actually very difficult to talk to.
She lingered in the same spot for a while, but ultimately chose to drift back to Yihe Palace.
The next day, before dawn, it was time for Xianmo to practice martial arts again. Feng Guang saw that he had been standing in the same sword-holding posture for almost half an hour. His body was clearly not going to be able to take it anymore, but Lan Zhao did not say anything. He just kept maintaining that posture without moving.
She paced around Xianmo with heartache. Finally, after a few minutes, Lan Zhao called out "Stop!" Xianmo's stiff movements relaxed. He was covered in sweat, but he didn't complain.
Even the usually stern-faced Lan Zhao had to soften his expression at this moment. "Your Highness, go and rest for a while. We'll continue practicing later."
"Thank you, Master." Xianmo put down his sword and sat down on a stool.
Feng Guang quickly fanned him with her hand, "Little Amo, are you tired?"
"It's alright." Xianmo glanced at the imposing, motionless figure in the distance and lowered his voice.
"If you're really too tired and can't take it anymore, don't keep it to yourself." She knew his taciturn nature very well.
Xianmo raised the corners of his lips. After his body had been healed by these clothes, his handsome face curved into a smile, which was unintentionally charming. He said, "I have gotten used to Master's teachings. This is nothing."
Feng Guang was captivated by his smile for a while, unsure whether he was telling the truth or not. Ever since she taught him to smile at people often, he would often break into a smile. Feng Guang was happy that he could smile, but she had never asked him to adopt that same attitude when speaking to her!
She sighed, feeling a sense of loss that her son was no longer under his mother's control.
When Xianmo heard her remain silent for a while, he asked softly, "Fengguang, are you angry?"
"No." These two simple and curt words didn't sound like something she would say about not having.
Xianmo didn't understand why she was angry, but he knew that no matter what she was angry about, he just needed to apologize. "Fengguang, it was my fault. Please don't be angry."
At such a young age, he already had the awareness to apologize to girls. This level of understanding... For some reason, she suddenly felt that this child's future was limitless.
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