Feng Jiuer didn't know where she was, she couldn't even remember why she was in such a place.
Dimly, I seemed to hear someone talking outside.
The voices were intermittent, and it was basically hard to hear clearly, but I knew that there seemed to be two people.
"Are you sure it's really her?"
It was a man's voice, low, sweet, and very pleasant.
"This time, there will be no mistakes. It is definitely the real her who is back."
The voice was familiar, but she still didn't know why it was familiar.
"She also cured my subordinate's face and voice. They are exactly the same as they were ten years ago. She is naturally smart and will never be that fool."
"The fool's soul has occupied her body for ten years. After she came back, she never felt anything wrong?"
The strange man's voice sounded again, but what were they talking about?
Why can't she understand a word?
The familiar voice said again: "My subordinates have been with her for more than a month and have not found anything wrong. Your Majesty, the saint is definitely back."
After that, the conversation outside seemed to be interrupted for a while.
Jiu'er opened her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them no matter what.
Why is this feeling so familiar?
She was already awake, but she couldn't wake up.
Most importantly, where is this place?
Who is around?
And she... who is she! "This child is going to wake up."
A plain white figure sat down beside the bed.
The man's voice was as gentle as water. Even though he couldn't see his face at all, he seemed to be able to guess that he must be a stunningly beautiful man.
The man's hand fell on her eyes, and his fingertips gently stroked her eyebrows.
Such gentle and warm fingers! Jiu'er's heavy eyelids opened instantly.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man beside the bed. Suddenly, he was struck by his perfect facial features that made people unable to take their eyes away. He was so amazed that he was completely speechless.
When the man saw her staring at him, his thin lips slightly raised, and he smiled, as gentle as the wind, which completely made everything in the world lose their color.
"Jiu'er, do you really not recognize your father when you see him?"
"Father?"
Jiuer opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was interfering.
Feng Qiongcang waved his hand, and the mute slave immediately brought the warm water.
Feng Qiongcang helped Jiu'er up, and he brought the cup to her lips: "Do you feel uncomfortable?
Drink some water first."
Jiu'er was a little confused about what was happening now, but her throat was really uncomfortable.
He could only lower his head, hold the rim of the cup in his mouth, and drink the entire glass of water.
After that, he still looked up at the man sitting next to him, his big eyes still filled with doubts blinking slightly, with a confused look on his face.
It seemed like many fragments were flashing through my mind, but every scene seemed so blurry that I couldn't see clearly at all.
But the man next to me is really gentle, and his breath smells very good, not fragrant, but very fresh.
In short, everything about him is pleasing to the eye and makes people like him unconsciously.
"Father?"
Jiu'er's voice was muffled, and her throat seemed to have not completely recovered.
Feng Qiongcang nodded, caressing her eyebrows and the tip of her nose: "My little girl, you have finally returned to your father."
...She is the little princess of the Emperor of the Feng Clan and the only princess.
Here, her father loves her dearly, and all the royal brothers also like her very much.
Life is like reaching the top, and there should be no regrets at all.
But why do you think you have reached the top?
Shouldn't she always be at this peak?
Also, the so-called no regrets, why do I always feel that there is something buried deep in my heart.
Would it be a pity not to dig it out?
"Princess, what's wrong?"
Seeing her frowning, the mute slave suddenly became nervous: "Is there something uncomfortable?
How about going back and letting His Majesty show you?"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm thinking about something."
Jiuer waved his hand, not knowing why he was nervous.
Every time she frowned, the mute slave became very nervous, as if she was afraid that something would happen to her.
And my father always wanted to check her pulse in person. How could she be so fragile?
"Princess, Your Majesty said that you fell from a tree last time and injured your head. You haven't fully recovered yet, so you shouldn't worry about things."
The mute slave smiled gently at her: "If you think too much, your head will hurt again."
"But..." But Jiuer himself didn't know what he wanted to say after that.
But there is an inexplicable dream-like feeling, yes, it is such an unreal feeling.
She is a princess, she is loved by thousands of people, she lives so happily and carefree... Why is there always a sense of being in a dream?
"Princess, in order to make you happy, the second prince specially set up a fruit orchard in the back garden today. Don't you really want to go and see it?"
"Of course I do!"
When I think about eating, I immediately forget many things.
Jiuer became happy, and those worries were instantly forgotten.
What is unreal and what is like a dream?
But in fact, this is reality! There are fun things and delicious things. Look, where is it not real?
Even if you pinch yourself hard, it will still hurt. Isn’t this real enough?
In the back garden, the maids and eunuchs set up several tables, all of which were filled with food.
Pastries, fruits, and jams! "Jiu'er, are you here?"
The second prince, Feng Yan, walked over slowly with his long sleeves fluttering.
"Second Emperor Brother."
Although this second emperor brother is still a bit unfamiliar, he is elegant, polite, and a humble gentleman, the kind of person who is hard to dislike at first sight.
Therefore, Jiuer also likes this imperial brother very much.
And the environment here, everything here, the people here... By the way, the customs of these palace maids and eunuchs seem to be the same as those of that place.
But, what kind of custom is this?
Where is it?
Why can't I always remember it?
"Jiu'er, what are you thinking about?"
Feng Yan walked up to her and asked softly.
Her thoughts were interrupted, and she suddenly forgot what she was thinking about just now. Jiuer raised her head to meet his gaze, wanting to laugh, but inexplicably she couldn't.
"Second Emperor Brother..." Jiu'er frowned.
"Um?"
"Am I really my father's little princess?"
"Jiu'er, why do you say such things?"
Feng Yan's face darkened slightly, but suddenly became gentle again, fearing that her bad expression would scare her.
He said softly: "Father, it's not easy..." He stopped abruptly, but Jiu'er looked curious: "Father... it's not easy?"
"It took a lot of effort to cure you, princess."
The mute slave said seriously, "Princess, if you can't remember what happened in the past, Your Majesty is already very sad. If the princess still says that she is not His Majesty's daughter, Your Majesty will be sad again, right?"
