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The sound was so sudden that it made the candlelight in the silent chamber flicker.

Zhao Shouzhong was taken aback and immediately stepped in front of Emperor Ning Zhaozong, speaking sternly: "Where did this brat come from? How dare you be so insolent under the Emperor's nose!"

A figure landed on the roller blind, and the person in the figure approached step by step.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Shouzhong's forehead, and his body trembled.

In fact, the Ning Dynasty did not have the saying "Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

Ning Chao, on the contrary, promoted the magic of Penglai and the Taoism of Shenzhou, but opposed evil and heretical sects.

Otherwise, Han Yunsheng wouldn't have been chosen to lead the army of the entire Da Ning state.

Zhao Shouzhong had been with Emperor Ning Zhaozong since he was a child. He had been with the emperor for a long time, through all the ups and downs over the years.

Now Emperor Zhaozong is old, and so is he.

Our former enemies are dead, and so are our former friends.

Zhao Shouzhong saw it all and felt deeply pained.

People say that Emperor Zhaozong was decisive in killing and pacifying all directions, and that he reunified China with an iron fist, ending the chaotic era.

But only Zhao Shouzhong, who was by his side, knew that stripped of all the titles of emperor, Emperor Zhaozong was just an ordinary person.

He is a husband and a father.

However, he was not favored in his youth, lost his wife in middle age, and lost his daughter in old age.

Perhaps fate is fair; it gave him great abilities and a supreme position, yet it also made him endure such pain.

The figure finally lifted the curtain, and Zhao Shouzhong was able to see the person's true face.

She has a very pretty face.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed three points better than Princess Yongning.

But what's most captivating about the girl isn't her appearance, but rather her overall aura.

Even though the king he served was right beside him, Zhao Shouzhong suddenly felt an urge to kneel down.

However, it was not he who was kneeling.

"Your unfilial son." Ye Wanlan slowly knelt down, bowing his head. "Greetings to Father Emperor."

It was a very grand ceremony.

Zhao Shouzhong stared wide-eyed at the girl in disbelief: "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll drag you out and chop you up! What exactly are you—"

“Shouzhong—” Emperor Zhaozong raised his hand to stop him from speaking. He coughed twice. “My daughter, I will recognize her.”

One sentence made Ye Wanlan look up abruptly, almost bursting into tears.

The darkest four years of her life were undoubtedly the period when her body was possessed by a time-traveling woman.

She watched as the transmigrated woman used her body to recklessly harm her family in this life.

She can't speak, she can't move, she can only listen.

For ordinary people like Lin Huaijin, the idea of ​​being transported to another world with the same face is simply a fantasy.

It's normal that they didn't recognize her.

But now she has a completely different appearance and has just met with Emperor Zhaozong.

Emperor Zhaozong, however, showed absolutely no disbelief. He said—

"How could I not recognize my own daughter?"

Emperor Zhaozong knew she was Princess Yongning, Xiang Lan, the moment he saw her.

Zhao Shouzhong was utterly astonished: "Your Majesty, what exactly is going on...?"

"Shouzhong, you may leave now." Emperor Zhaozong said gently, "I have something to say to Alan alone."

Despite having many questions in his mind, Zhao Shouzhong could only step back.

Only the father and daughter remained in the bedchamber.

Emperor Zhaozong coughed again and tried to get up, supporting himself on the bed. Ye Wanlan immediately stepped forward and helped him up: "Father!"

At the same time, she subtly placed her hand on Emperor Ning Zhaozong's pulse, and her heart sank instantly.

"Cough cough cough... Alright, it's nothing." Emperor Zhaozong shook his head. "I know my own body. Even with you... I don't have many years left to live."

Knowing that his time was near, this was another reason why he spared no effort in raising his daughter.

Ye Wanlan burst into tears, her voice choked with sobs: "Father, I..."

Emperor Zhaozong raised his hand and patted her head as usual, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! I am indeed the darling of Heaven. I just said that I hoped our Alan would have a healthy body, and you have it."

The meeting between the father and daughter was neither shocking nor awkward.

The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, like an ordinary father and daughter chatting.

Ye Wanlan's heart skipped a beat.

For her, family was more important than life itself.

"Let me guess again—" Emperor Zhaozong narrowed his eyes, "Penglai said you went to another world, but now you have appeared before me again. You... come from many years in the future, right?"

Ye Wanlan's expression changed again: "Yes, Father, I come from Shenzhou three hundred years in the future."

"So that's how it is, three hundred years from now," Emperor Zhaozong murmured. "That's a very distant future. If I could live another five hundred years, perhaps I could see the same new world as you."

However, human lifespan is always limited.

Ye Wanlan moved her lips: "Father—"

"Sigh, you didn't call me that when it was just the two of us." Emperor Zhaozong said, displeased. "How come after three hundred years, we've become estranged?"

Ye Wanlan was taken aback, and after a long while, she said, "Father."

Previously, Emperor Zhaozong was able to maintain his composure and control his emotions, but after hearing this, he could no longer control himself.

The Qianhe Emperor, who had been decisive and ruthless his entire life, was now crying like a child.

Ye Wanlan was stunned.

She had never seen Emperor Zhaozong look like this before.

On one occasion, she overheard Zhao Shouzhong casually mention that when Emperor Zhaozong rushed back, the late empress had already died.

Zhao Shouzhong waited outside for a long time. When Emperor Zhaozong came out, he saw that his clothes were all wet.

Did Emperor Zhaozong cry?
Nobody knows.

Emperor Zhaozong was not incapable of crying; he simply hadn't reached the point of deep sorrow.

Ye Wanlan didn't speak, but simply held Emperor Zhaozong quietly: "I'm here, Father."

It took Emperor Zhaozong quite a while to finally stop crying.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were clear, and he snorted softly, "It's a good thing that your uncle, that bastard, didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely laugh at me."

Xiang Qingtian was more than ten years younger than him. Although he was called his younger brother, he treated Xiang Qingtian more like his son.

Having ambition is a good thing.

If the Xiang royal family loses its ambition, it will perish sooner or later.

"By the way, you didn't know or see it, but your uncle cried for a long time in front of your coffin," Emperor Zhaozong suddenly said. "I've never seen him cry like that before. I should have asked Penglai for a recording stone to record his crying and show it to you."

The photo-recording stone is similar to surveillance in modern society.

Ye Wanlan listened with a smile: "Father, Uncle is just mischievous."

"Hmph, unruly? What, you're not angry with him anymore?" Emperor Zhaozong asked in surprise. "He even drew a turtle on your face, causing you to be reprimanded by the Junior Guardian. Have you forgotten all that?"

Ye Wanlan: "..."

She couldn't forget him; she would still hold a grudge against Xiang Qingtian.

Emperor Zhaozong said nothing more. He gazed at her, as if trying to imprint her image into his soul.

Finally, he said, "Alan, Daddy misses you very much." (End of Chapter)