And these are things that no other man can give.

Even Emperor Hongwen can't do it.

In those years, Emperor Hongwen never understood what point he was not as good as his father. He was not good enough to her? Not accommodating enough? Or not a compromise enough?

She didn't even know why.

Everyone says that first love is the best and most beautiful, and will always be imprinted in the heart.

But, has anyone said that when the person you really fall in love with is the person whose name is engraved in his bones and blood?

Beside Emperor Hongwen, she never felt like a little girl, coquettish, stupid... and domineeringly, asking him to do this and that - no!

Never.

I never even feel relaxed and comfortable - I always worry about some inexplicable things, such as his emotions, his decisions, his political views, and even his own safety...

Emperor Hongwen didn't know all of these.

Even she only understood it a long time later.

A woman is a woman.

She needs an object she can look up to—and she is lying in his arms, acting cute, telling jokes with him, quarrel with him, fighting with him, pretentiously, and playing all the tricks of women with him—

And he likes and loves all of her.

In this world, only Luo Jia likes all this.

Since her childhood, he has loved it.

From her green years, he also liked it.

Until she became a middle-aged woman, he liked it too.

Because, in his mind, she is the goddess who will never grow old - the daughter she cared for all her life, half her lover, and half her daughter.

That's that simple truth.

But no one could provide her with it except Luo Jia.

Because, even if she understands Hong's love, affection, concession, and compromise - she doesn't feel "pampering" and spoiling these things - she is embarrassed to act coquettishly in front of him, and she is not easy to mess around, let alone be pretentious, bickering, laughing and joking in front of him - she doesn't dare to even reveal some of her truest self-
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