Upon hearing this, Xianmo pondered it seriously for a moment before finally nodding.
"See, this is the power of a smile." Feng Guang patted his head and said earnestly, "The power of a smile is great. It can not only win people's favor, but also make those who want to spy on your thoughts leave empty-handed. Now, the most important thing for you is to build a good interpersonal relationship. Only in this way can you survive well in this palace."
“But…” Xianmo frowned slightly, “I can’t laugh.”
“It’s alright, we can learn slowly.” Feng Guang squatted down in front of him and softened her tone. “Amo, you are now the eldest prince, the old emperor’s eldest son. In this palace, the old emperor has not yet established a crown prince, and the empress has no children. Your existence will be a thorn in the side of many people, so you must be very careful, understand?”
"I understand." Xianmo raised his hand and gently placed it on his face. He could faintly feel that his hand was covering the back of her hand, which suddenly made him feel a sense of satisfaction. This satisfaction was so extravagant that his heart could not contain it.
A slight upturn at the corner of her lips, like a spring breeze, vanished in an instant.
This is a surprise.
Feng Guang paused for a long time, then happily hugged the boy in front of her and said, "That's wonderful! So little Amo can smile after all, and he looks so handsome when he smiles! I'm so happy!"
Upon hearing the last word, "mother," Xianmo's expression froze instantly, and she turned her back.
She was stunned, looking at his silent back, not understanding what was wrong with the child who had been fine just moments before.
Feng Guang cautiously poked his back with her hand, "Little Amo, what's wrong?"
After a moment, his muffled voice came through, "You are not my mother."
She suddenly ran out of words. Xianmo's back looked thin and lonely, easily arousing people's sympathy. His mother was executed after giving birth to him in prison, so he had never seen his mother. And maternal love was a luxury. Perhaps, in his heart, his mother was a taboo that had been sealed away.
A wave of guilt washed over Feng Guang. She thought to herself that she really didn't know how to speak properly. Why did she have to bring up such a sensitive topic? Now, she had hurt the child's young heart.
She said apologetically, "Ah Mo, I'm sorry. I promise I won't say anything carelessly again. Please forgive me this time, okay?"
Xianmo remained silent.
"Really, I really know I was wrong. Oh well, I'm not good with words anyway, so please don't hold it against me, okay?"
He remained silent and did not turn around.
Feng Guang's voice trembled with tears, "Amo, what will I do if you ignore me? Only you can hear me. If you ignore me, I might just disappear..."
"No." He finally turned around, a hint of darkness in his eyes that was hard for others to notice. "You won't disappear."
Feng Guang was taken aback by his certain tone, and she asked blankly, "How do you know I won't disappear?"
"I have taken good care of that willow tree, and I will not let it disappear."
Feng Guang listened and suddenly couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't expected that this child would still remember her nonsense from back then. She patted his head and said softly, "Okay, I won't disappear."
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