The originally dark and damp inner hall is now completely new. The white smoke slowly rising from the incense burner warms the surroundings. The neat brocade quilts on the bed are stacked neatly.

Lan Zhaoyi was sitting next to the desk, not holding a pillow in her hands as usual. Her bright black hair was combed very smoothly and neatly tied back.

If it weren't for those dull and dull eyes, I might have mistaken her for a shy lady.

Fuying looked very surprised. She had visited her mother a lot, but she never dared to approach her for fear of disturbing her and making her mother feel bad and go crazy again. Therefore, she thought about it every time.

I help my grandma dress up and tidy up her face, but I am too timid to do it.

It wasn't until today that she could really see clearly what kind of face Lan Zhaoyi had hidden under her fluffy and messy black hair.

Ice skin and jade skin, soft and graceful, charming, delicate and beautiful.

She asked Pei Yan: "Did you help my grandma dress up?"

"This slave has made his own decision. I hope Your Highness will forgive me." Pei Yan's voice was soft, like a child who made a mistake.

How could Fuying blame him?

She wanted to get close to her mother, but she didn't dare. Pei Yan helped her dress her mother up. She was too late to be happy, so how could she blame him?

He said: "Pei Yan, thank you. But I don't know when you learned to tie your hair. How can you comb your hair so well?"

Pei Yan smiled shyly and scratched his forehead: "I didn't know how to do it at first, but after I saw Yun Ye combing your Highness's hair several times, I roughly remembered it."

Fuying took a closer look and discovered that Lan Zhaoyi's bun style was her favorite style when she was lazing around in the palace.

She tried to get closer, and Lan Zhaoyi raised her head in response. Those dull and distracted eyes looked at her with no emotion, as if she was a dispensable stranger. Fuying's heart trembled violently.

, took a few steps back in fear.

But Pei Yan's footsteps passed her by. He was completely different from the little princess. He walked quickly without any hesitation, and walked to Lan Zhaoyi's side as usual, and even sat down next to her.

He picked up the meal on the table, gently twisted it a little, and put it into Lan Zhaoyi's mouth. What surprised Fuying was that Lan Zhaoyi accepted Pei Yan's feeding without any precautions.

At this moment, Lan Zhaoyi's docile appearance seemed to be a completely different person. She was no longer the mother in Fuying's memory who would yell like crazy whenever someone came near her.

She was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time. Looking at the two harmonious people in front of her, she felt as if she was in a dream.

When Lan Zhaoyi finished his meal, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards Pei Yan.

Fu Ying was shocked and ran over to pull Pei Yan away: "Be careful!"

"Your Highness?" The young man looked at her doubtfully.

As for Fu Ying, she tried to pull Pei Yan's hand away and froze in place, because when Lan Zhaoyi's hand fell on the boy, it was gentle, not the crazy pinching gesture in her memory, but infinite.

She hugged him tenderly, like the soft pillow she always cradled in her arms.

"Be good, be good, go to sleep..." Just like a mother gently coaxing her child to sleep, Lan Zhaoyi also held Pei Yan and coaxed him like that.

Fuying felt even more incredible, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions for a moment.

My mother has never hugged me, never...

The closest she got to her mother was three years ago when she tried to hug her mother, but her mother almost strangled her to death.

A few quarters of an hour later, Pei Yan left Lan Zhaoyi's arms and came obediently behind the little princess.

Next to the dilapidated and faded magenta pillars, Fu Ying leaned on it, her eyes crimson and filled with mist, and her tone turned out to be a bit envious and sour: "What have you done? Why does my mother like you so much?"

Pei Yan told the truth: "I don't even know."

A tear slipped quietly from the corner of the girl's eye, and her voice was soft and sobbing: "Come closer."

Pei Yan bowed his head respectfully and moved closer to the little princess.

"Closer."

He then cautiously took another step forward.

"It's not enough, get closer."

The old black boots gently touched the toes of the colorful brocade shoes, and were heavily covered with orange gauze. The fabric rubbed against the ears and temples, and a pair of slender and soft willow-like arms circled around them. The rich fragrance of hibiscus flowers became more and more intense.

The closer it gets, the more disturbing it becomes to people’s minds.

Pei Yan's whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move. He held his breath slightly nervously. The fragrance of hibiscus flowers filled his arms, and his heartbeat was beating fast.

Fuying closed her eyes tightly, hugged the young man in front of her tightly, and whispered softly: "Don't move, don't talk, my mother just hugged you, and I hugged you again, as if I was hugging my mother."

Pei Yan lowered his originally raised arm silently, letting himself be a fool without any active response, letting the little princess indulge in her own imagination. After all, some gifts that are unexpected and unexpected are almost instantaneous.

Ephemeral.

The same goes for him.

This gentle hug did not last too long. After the little princess stood up straight, she couldn't help turning her back, sobbing lightly on her shoulders, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

After being freed, Pei Yan breathed a little quickly. Fortunately, the endless night covered his panic and palpitations, as well as his slightly red cheeks. He gently opened the girl's hand that was holding the brocade handkerchief and took away the wet folds.

The ugly veil, hand her a clean one.

Helping Ying calm down, she finally stopped crying.

Pei Yan carefully observed the subtle changes in the little princess's expression, and said at the right time: "There is still some chestnut cake left. Your Highness, would you like to use some with Lan Zhaoyi?"

The girl's voice was low and extremely lonely: "My mother won't let me get close to her."

Pei Yan tried to hold the little princess's hand and led her closer to Lan Zhaoyi step by step.

The young man's voice seemed to be filled with disturbing magic: "Come, Your Highness, come and try."

Fuying hesitated. She longed for maternal love deep in her heart, but she was afraid of her mother who hated her so much, so she paused in pain.

Finally, after some ideological struggle, the little princess couldn't resist the desire in her heart, and she couldn't help but get closer to Lan Zhaoyi.

Then, under the guidance of Pei Yan, she sat next to her mother. Lan Zhaoyi showed no resistance, which surprised and scared her. What surprised her was the intimacy with her mother at this moment, but she was also afraid of her mother.

Being angry will drive you away.

The conflicting emotions at this moment tormented her non-stop, so she nervously picked up a chestnut cake and put it to Lan Zhaoyi's mouth. She stared closely with her almond-shaped eyes, wanting to know why she was close to her mother.
Chapter completed!