When Princess Changhuan was born, she had a large wound on her chest. Everyone said she wouldn't survive. It was her mother who, despite her postpartum recovery, took the child to her maternal clan's treasure vault. No one knows what she found, but the child survived.
However, it left him with a permanent health problem.
Some people sighed, saying that King Jing Xia Chao was a famous general in Mingzi Kingdom, and was even enfeoffed as a prince of a different surname because of his military achievements. His queen, Wang Ci, was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, and was such a beauty. The union of this man and woman was a match made in heaven. But how could anyone have imagined that such a noble person would give birth to a sick child?
Some sighed, some gloated, and others speculated that the prince must have taken a concubine while the princess was pregnant, causing her distress and leading to the birth of an unhealthy child.
But what can you do with just guessing? It's their family matter, and nobody can interfere.
Indeed, no one can control it.
Thirteen-year-old Feng Guang watched her father walk back hungry once again, and she finally couldn't help but ask her beautiful mother, "Mother, every time Father comes over hungry wanting to have a meal with you, why do you always say we've already eaten?"
Wang Ci placed a piece of braised pork into Feng Guang's bowl. "Your father loves meat the most. Let him come and eat with us. Do you still want some meat?"
"Then let's forget about it." Feng Guang picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, saying in a muffled voice, "Then let's not let Dad eat with us anymore."
Wang Ci smiled with satisfaction, "That's my good daughter."
Feng Guang secretly rolled her eyes. In fact, she, like her mother, was very dissatisfied with her father taking a concubine.
This dissatisfaction was so strong that it overwhelmed any sympathy she might have had.
After the meal, it was still time for her to take her medicine. No matter how unpleasant the medicine tasted, she had to finish it, otherwise the angina would become unbearable.
She once tried to secretly pour out the medicine, which resulted in her being in pain in bed for a whole day. It was only after her mother and father continuously infused her with spiritual energy for a day and a night that she recovered.
Speaking of angina...
Feng Guang couldn't help but recall that scene on the battlefield thirteen years ago. As a soul, she had the ability to contact physical objects, but she didn't expect that the dagger could also pierce through her.
Later, the system told her that they had already materialized her and were sending her to where she was supposed to go, but she just happened to rush out to take the blow, so the blow naturally hurt her.
Feng Guang didn't care about her injuries; she was only worried about whether A Mo could survive. But she would never know, because the system wouldn't answer her question, and she could no longer go to A Mo's world.
Thinking of Consort Yun, and the old emperor who disliked Amo... she felt extremely worried.
Xianmo doesn't have a strong backing, and she's worried that he might get into trouble due to those people's schemes.
This worry lasted for a full thirteen years.
As soon as Wang Ci saw that Feng Guang had finished her medicine, she waved her hand and told Feng Guang to go play by herself. It was afternoon, and she needed to take a beauty nap.
Feng Guang remembered that her watchdog, Da Huang, had given birth. She had originally planned to take a nap, so she headed towards the front door. As she passed through the garden, she suddenly saw a white fox leap onto the wall, and then Feng Guang was knocked down by someone who suddenly rushed out.
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