Even if someone said in the future that Qingluo looked like Situ Mingting, so what? After all, it wasn't unusual for him to resemble his uncle. Only by making Qingluo's identity clear could he live in the sunshine. To this end, Situ Luoyun had someone arrange for a prostitute to be Situ Qingluo's "father" and also his "concubine."
"Qingluo follows mother's teachings!"
Ten-year-old Nalan Qiufeng fought back the tears that threatened to burst forth, rising from his bed and kowtowed to Situ Luoyun and Yuwen Tianqi. He secretly vowed in his heart that one day he would avenge his father's wrath...
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The royal palace of Laifeng Kingdom, Lanyue Palace.
"Your Majesty, although it is still early winter, the weather is cold in the morning and evening. Please don't catch a cold."
An Zihao put a cloak on Nalan Yunzhi, who was standing at the door of the bedroom in only a single piece of clothing, looking towards Youlan Palace with a serious expression.
The fire in Youlan Palace last night broke out so suddenly that even batches of water trucks could not put it out, and it burned all night long.
"Zihao, did I... punish Ming Ting too harshly? If I hadn't let him go to Youlan Palace, wouldn't he have..."
Nalan Yunzhi recalled the sweet times he had with Situ Mingting, and a sad look appeared on his face.
"Your Majesty, please don't be sad. Perhaps this is Brother Mingting's fate. It's just a pity for the Fifth Prince, he's only ten years old..."
An Zihao suppressed the tears from his eyes, hugged Nalan Yunzhi from behind, and rested his head lightly on her shoulder.
"Qiu Feng..."
"After all, I am the one who is sorry for both father and son!"
When Nalan Yunzhi thought of that gentle, handsome, sensible and filial son, his heart ached slightly.
"Your Majesty, the memory of this person is so profound. If Brother Mingting and the Fifth Prince knew about this, they wouldn't want to see you sad."
An Zihao walked around from behind Nalan Yunzhi to her front and hugged her, as if he couldn't bear to see her sad.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. Let me help you wash and change your clothes. It's time to go to court..."
"Zihao, you really are my forget-me-not!"
Nalan Yunzhi hugged An Zihao back, and seemed to want to recall that familiar warmth through him...
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