That very night, many palace servants arrived, kneeling in rows before Fengyan. At that moment, Fengyan was sitting at the door, staring blankly at the night.
After reading aloud an imperial edict, Ma Yuan respectfully said, "Your Highness, this servant has come specifically to escort Your Highness back to the palace."
"Oh." Feng Yan stood up, his reaction indifferent. As he passed Ma Yuan, he said, "Take the willow tree in the yard back with you."
"Yes." Although Ma Yuan didn't know why he would make this request, his commanding manner was quite similar to His Majesty's.
The palace is so large that it would take quite a while to walk from here to Yihe Palace. Ma Yuan even specially prepared a carriage, as there aren't many people in the palace who can use a carriage to get around.
Fengyan boarded the carriage. Faced with such a grand display, he remained calm and whispered, "Fengguang, are you there?"
“I’m here,” Feng Guang replied, sitting down beside him. She found the matter of moving the willow tree quite amusing.
Fengyan looked unconvinced. "I don't like the name he chose."
"Xianmo... it sounds pretty good."
He uttered two words, "Ugly."
"He is the emperor after all, and you cannot disobey his decrees now. Don't let anyone else hear this, understand?"
He gave a perfunctory "hmm".
This child can throw tantrums too, Feng Guang said with a smile, patting his head. "Although I also think Feng Yan sounds better, Xian Mo is not bad either. A Mo, A Mo, listen, doesn't it sound pretty good?"
“Alright, from now on, call me Amo.” The gloom on his face vanished.
From this day forward, he will be known as the First Prince Xianmo.
About fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived at Yihe Palace. The palace was magnificent and there were at least a hundred eunuchs and palace maids, which showed how much Xianrang valued this prince.
Looking at Xianmo, who had changed into an exquisite dress, Fengguang felt a sense of satisfaction, like a father who had a son living a good life.
Even though Feng Guang had been trying to help Xian Mo recover his health these past few days, it wasn't something that could be done in just a day or two. Xian Mo was still very thin and much weaker than his peers. The loose and heavy brocade robes he wore only accentuated his already handsome face, making people feel a pang of heartache.
Feng Guang squatted down in front of him, quietly watching the child who was no more than twelve years old, feeling sad.
"Fengguang, are you still there?" After not hearing her voice for a long time, Xianmo spoke uncertainly in the empty palace.
She quickly replied, "I'm here."
These days, whenever she's been lost in thought for a long time without making a sound, the child always asks if she's still there. If she doesn't answer, he'll just stand there, his dark eyes, which had finally regained their vitality, slowly becoming still and lifeless again, letting himself be swallowed up by a deathly silence.
"The scenery..."
He reached out his hand, and Feng Guang grasped his small, rough, even cracked palm with both of hers. She said softly, "I'm holding Xiao Fengyan's hand. Can you feel it?"
"Hmm..." Xianmo nodded, a rare look of joy appearing in his eyes.
Her heart softened immediately. "Little Amo must grow up well, get a little fatter and taller, preferably fair-skinned and chubby, and grow up healthy."
"The scenery accompanied me as I grew up."
Feng Guang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll grow up with you."
She thought that she would protect the child well before the system finished fixing the bug and before she was teleported away.
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