Luo Jia was stunned, not expecting that she would ask such a question.
She cautiously said: "I have seen the rooms of Princess Xinya and Princess Jieya, but they are not as good as this. Father, are you lying to me?"
Why is this little head filled with so much vigilance? He remembered that this was a "broom star", and in Dayan Kingdom, she had always been treated as a palace maid. The identity of the princess brought her nothing. The only thing was that disaster came.
When, let her become a sacrifice?
The long-lost compassion emerged again. He stretched out his hand to touch her soft face and said softly: "Fangfei, there is no doubt that you will go to a more gorgeous and beautiful place than this."
She hugged his neck innocently: "Father, you treat me so well."
Luo Jia was stunned for a moment. He hugged her small body and suddenly remembered her warmth on those nights when he was ill. He touched her forehead and said in a cautious tone: "Fangfei, are you willing to live in a lowly house and do rough work?"
, live to be 80 years old; or wear a snow-white gauze dress and grow up like a princess?" He originally wanted to say "live to 18 years old like a princess," but he changed his mind temporarily.
Of course, wearing a beautiful gauze dress, she answered without thinking.
"Fangfei, this is your choice."
The child raised his head, not understanding what his father meant.
"My Fangfei, you have chosen your own destiny, and you will not be able to regret it in the future."
Why should I regret it?
"Fangfei, except God, you can't say a word to any man in the future."
"Father is also a man."
"No, the father is not..." Luo Jia thought that this was wrong, so he laughed and patted her forehead, "There is no gender between the father and the daughter, do you know?"
She shook her head in confusion, not understanding at all.
Luojia walked to the door, closed it, and found the shadows in the dark. They were his biological daughters. His favorite little daughter stood on tiptoes, with a face full of disbelief: "Father, why do you love her more?"
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He laughed, picked up his daughter, and stroked her grievance-filled face: "Father only loves you. You are my daughters."
"No, you love her so much. You said she is also a princess."
"She is a prisoner."
"Why do prisoners live in such nice rooms?"
"Because it is a sacrifice to God, and God likes clean girls."