The Holy One has sent people to summon her several times, but Fuying was so scared that she hid in the hot spring and refused to come out. She did not even return to Ning'an Palace and stayed in the hot spring at night.

For the palace people who came to serve her, she was willful and cruel to them for the first time, shouting at them: "Get out! Get out of here! Let's go! Let's all go!"

The palace people stood in a line at a distance, at a loss as to what to do. The Holy Father had ordered that the princess must be watched closely to prevent any trouble.

Only Pei Yan dared to approach her. The young man held the brocade handkerchief in his hand and handed it to the little princess who had just emerged from the hot spring. He asked softly: "Your Highness, when are you going to return to Ning'an Palace?"

The girl took the brocade handkerchief and wiped her soaked forehead: "I'm not going back."

"It's good for me to be here. The nightingales all over the trees sing a very nice song before I go to bed at night. I have never heard such a beautiful bird song. The sound is better than any singing by the silk and bamboo group in the opera house.

I couldn’t sleep at night, so I played with the water. I’ll be as happy as I want!”

The girl deliberately said that she was so enthusiastic, but she couldn't deceive Pei Yan. Last night, the little princess secretly wiped her tears alone, but he knocked her into the face.

"Then Your Highness doesn't miss your father and brothers?"

The girl lowered her head and muttered squeamishly: "Miss him? I don't miss him!"

For five whole days, her father only sent people to send her away and never visited her once. Fuying couldn't help but wonder, could it be that her father believed those rumors and really didn't like her anymore?

The more she thought about it, the angrier and sadder she became.

"Your Highness, His Majesty heard that you have been staying in the hot spring for the past few days and has sent many people to serve you. Please don't be angry with him."

The little princess raised her head, her eyelashes moistened by the pool water trembling slightly, flashing with anticipation: "Is what you said true?"

Before Pei Yan could answer, she added: "Tell me, does my father still care about me?"

Pei Yan chuckled and nodded: "Of course, Your Highness is the Holy One's favorite daughter. How can any father not care about his daughter?"

"Father?" Fuying pouted and muttered: "Can I still be called like that? Maybe not..."

Pei Yan encouraged her with a serious look: "Your Highness, please go see the Holy One. You are father and daughter, how can there be such inextricable misunderstandings?"

Fuying didn't say anything, she just raised her head and threw the brocade handkerchief onto the shore, and then shrank into the water like a little turtle, calling it a practice of holding her breath.

……

In the evening, the little princess couldn't help it anymore and secretly ran to the study room and hid under Ming Huang's case.

In less than a quarter of an hour, His Majesty arrived.

Fuying looked through the small gap and found that her father's footsteps were extremely heavy and he looked very tired. She felt a little distressed and wanted to rush out and run into his arms immediately.

But I still held back.

The old eunuch following behind the Holy Master saw everything clearly and said softly: "Holy Master, you just said that you had something to say to the old slave. I don't know what it was?"

Ever since Grandma Liu left a blood letter and bit her tongue and committed suicide, the Holy Father has become ill. In just a few days, some new gray hairs have appeared on her hair, making her look much older.

The Holy Sage sighed: "My Ning'an is gone, and I miss her very much. A few days ago, someone said in front of me that she was not my daughter. It was really ridiculous. I have personally seen my eldest daughter since she was a child. How could it be possible?

Not biological?"

He looked at the old eunuch's kind and smiling eyes: "So, I killed all the palace servants who were talking nonsense and spreading rumors and causing trouble. Aweng, do you think I did the right thing?"

Aweng smiled and said: "The Holy Master already has the answer in his heart, why bother asking this old slave?"

The Holy Master subconsciously glanced at the little pink clouds of clothes under the bright yellow case curtain, and his eyes softened: "I love her, she will always be my most beloved little cherry, and besides, I believe in her from the beginning to the end.

Mother Concubine Lan Zhaoyi."

As he spoke, he sighed in vain, his voice becoming lonely and even a little aggrieved: "But my little cherry doesn't believe me. She doesn't want to see me again. In this way, I really have nothing."
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As soon as these words came out, Fuying felt a stab in her heart, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes could not suppress the mist.

Aweng took a step forward and presented a new tea cup: "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with loving someone, because with the person you love, your life in this world will be worthwhile."

"Don't worry, the princess is just angry with you. You are father and daughter, how can you have any overnight feud?"

At this moment, a little head popped up under the bright yellow case curtain, and she called out in a trembling voice: "Daddy..."

The Holy Master pretended to be surprised, opened his arms firmly to welcome the little daughter who threw herself into his arms, held her gently, and patted the little girl's back slowly just like he did when he was a child.

"You don't want to see me? Why are you hiding here?"

Fuying raised her head from the man's broad chest, wiped her tears with her sleeves, shook her head, and sobbed: "No, no... It's not that I don't want to see my father..."

The Holy Father reached out to take the veil handed over by Aweng, gently wiped his daughter's tears, and comforted her in a soft voice: "Don't be anxious, tell daddy slowly."

Fuying nodded, her cheeks were crying like a little cat, her eye circles were red, and she said in a loud voice: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid that I won't be my father's daughter anymore..."

The Holy Emperor rubbed the top of the girl's soft hair and smiled angrily at her: "It's just random thoughts and unfounded worries. How could you not be my father's daughter?"

"Don't listen to those people's nonsense. They are all bad people. Anyone who wants to separate Little Cherry and Daddy is a bad person."

The girl finally burst into tears and laughed. She nodded, threw herself into the man's arms, and said softly and sweetly: "Daddy, you are so kind."

At this moment, the Holy Spirit felt that all his pain and fatigue had been cured. Having such a well-behaved and heart-warming daughter was the happiest thing in his life.

He loves Fuying, even if she is not really his daughter, he doesn't care. When he saw her in the sea of ​​fire, he felt that this pink little dumpling was very small, as small as a baby just a few days old.

, for a moment, he did doubt her bloodline, but he was more willing to believe that Fuying was a treasure given to him by God.

Therefore, I must do my best to pamper her and let her live a happy life. Don't be like his father, who spent half his life in misfortune, with all the people he loved far away and haunted by nightmares every night.

He wants Fu Ying to be the most favored little princess in Wei, and hopes that she can live a carefree and free life, and meet a husband who truly loves her, even if he is ordinary, he can let her live a free and happy life.
Chapter completed!