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Emperor Zhaozong never imagined that he would see his daughter again.

After all, she was the young crown prince he had personally groomed; how could he not recognize her?
With just a glance, he knew that his daughter had come back to see him.

Emperor Zhaozong was happy, genuinely so.

Whether his daughter still holds the title of Princess Yongning or not, as long as she is alive and well, that is enough.

People say he is cold-blooded, including his father and brothers.

Emperor Zhaozong was very clear-headed; he knew to whom he should give his true feelings.

He was neither the incompetent former emperor nor the pleasure-seeking former crown prince.

But fate was indeed cruel to him. His wife, who had been by his side through the palace coup, gave birth to his daughter before passing away.

Seventeen years later, his daughter also passed away.

No one could be more utterly alone than this.

"I miss Father very much, so much," Ye Wanlan said softly. "I'm sorry, it was never your fault."

"Nonsense!" Emperor Zhaozong frowned. "When have you ever wronged me? Xiaohe led you to wander outside the palace for so long, it was all my fault."

“Father is right.” Ye Wanlan looked at him. “At that time, there was turmoil everywhere and people were suffering. Uncle Wang and Aunt were still young. If Father hadn’t stepped in, the people of China would have suffered.”

Neither she nor Hejia ever blamed Emperor Ningzhao for such a thing.

Because they were born into royalty and their surname was Xiang, they were first and foremost obligated to shoulder the corresponding responsibilities.

Since all land under heaven belongs to the king, they, as the Xiang royal family, must protect the people living on this land.

When faced with a greater cause, it's not that personal love cannot be considered.

However, it is often extremely difficult to preserve both the greater good and personal love.

Emperor Zhaozong's eyes widened slightly. He raised his hand and patted her head: "That's true, but your father is also human. He will still feel guilty and sad."

“I feel the same way.” Ye Wanlan paused for a moment, then said, “I acted recklessly, causing you, an old man, to bury your son, and even forcing you to give your heart’s blood. I…”

The word "unfilial" was interrupted before it could be uttered.

"Don't say those two words!" Emperor Zhaozong glared. "You did very well, far better than I imagined. As your father, I am proud of you, and as your emperor, I am also proud of you."

Ye Wanlan blinked gently, feeling her eyes grow heavier, tears quickly welling up and about to fall.

"Don't cry, Alan." Seeing tears welling up in her eyes again, Emperor Zhaozong was unusually flustered. "You're back! This is a good thing, no... a wonderful thing!"

He couldn't wait to announce to the world that his daughter had returned.

But Emperor Zhaozong also knew that this method was not feasible.

His Alan must have returned using some kind of secret method, and it must have cost him a considerable amount to be able to see him.

"Yes, don't cry." Ye Wanlan wiped away her tears. "Father, my brothers are here too. They all want to see you. They... miss you very much."

"Little Crane is here too?" Emperor Zhaozong's spirits lifted even more. "Why haven't I seen them?"

“My brothers are in spirit form right now, so Father can’t see them,” Ye Wanlan said. “But it’s alright, I will make you see them.”

She performed a Taoist spell.

With a "whoosh," Emperor Zhaozong opened his eyes again and saw a room full of "people."

Even Emperor Zhaozong, who had seen many storms, fell silent at this moment.

"Fine, Xiang Heng, I heard what you said." Xiang Qingtian sneered, "You actually want to show Xiao Yongning how I'm crying? That's too much."

Emperor Zhaozong glanced at him: "No respect for elders, call me Imperial Brother."

Xiang Qingtian grinned and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." What outsiders didn't know was that although he had indeed competed with Emperor Ning Zhaozong for the throne, he ultimately came to truly admire and submit to his elder brother, the Emperor.

If it weren't for the wise ruler of our time, would he have been willing to guard the southern border?
“Father.” Hejia stepped forward and nodded slightly to Emperor Zhaozong.

Xiang Chen and Xiang Ke, being young, obediently called him "Father Emperor".

"Xiao He, Xiao Chen," Emperor Zhaozong said with satisfaction. "Even Yongle has grown so much."

At this time, Princess Yongle was only three years old.

"Brother, do you know how formidable little Yongle is?" Xiang Qingtian said. "She actually burned down the entire Yongle Palace, and the enemy screamed in agony!"

He spoke so quickly that Xiang Mingyu didn't have time to stop him.

"Brother!" Xiang Mingyu was furious. "Why are you saying these things to my brother? His health is already very poor."

“Little sister, you don’t understand him.” Xiang Qingtian waved his hand. “I understand Xiang Heng. He’ll feel sorry for him, but he’ll also be proud. Besides, how intelligent is your brother? Do you think he can’t figure it out?”

Emperor Zhaozong naturally figured it out.

When Ye Wanlan mentioned "soul," he had already deduced what had happened after he left.

It must have been a fierce battle, so fierce that the entire Xiang royal family perished.

Xiang Ke clung to Emperor Zhaozong's leg, his eyes pleading, "Father."

"Yongle did a very good job." Emperor Zhaozong wanted to touch her head, but his hand passed right through it.

He paused for a moment before smiling again: "So, what about Xiao Chen?"

"Me?" Xiang Chen asked somewhat awkwardly, then lowered his head after a few seconds. "I committed suicide."

“Yongshun, how can that be called suicide?” Xiang Qingtian said again, “You sacrificed your life to protect the people of the whole city. The word ‘suicide’ is not worthy of you.”

Xiang Chen pursed his lips, said nothing, and just looked at Emperor Zhaozong.

"Hahaha, good!" Emperor Zhaozong suddenly burst into laughter. "What a fine example of a ruler dying for his country! What a fine example of a ruler dying for his country!"

That kind of courage is what Xiang Heng's son has!

Only after gaining Emperor Zhaozong's approval did Xiang Chen breathe a sigh of relief.

Nothing more than that; after all, his older siblings were all too outstanding, and he didn't want to fall behind.

"Everything is fine." Emperor Zhaozong closed his eyes briefly. "I am truly happy that you came to see me."

Even at this time, Xiang Qingtian, Xiang Mingyu, Hejia and others were all alive and well, but it was still a luxury for them to gather together like an ordinary family.

Unexpectedly, it will come true one day.

“Father, there is someone else who wants to see you.” Ye Wanlan paused. “I think I need to bring him to see you as well.”

Emperor Zhaozong asked in surprise, "Who else?"

Today is the Xiang family's reunion night; all the Xiang family members are here.

He knew his own body; Yongle was his last child, and he could not have any more.

Ye Wanlan considered for a moment and said, "Father, let's meet him first."

Hejia is in a spirit state and cannot defeat Yan Tingfeng.

She can at least feel at ease.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhaozong's expression gradually turned serious: "Then let's meet him."

Yan Tingfeng finally appeared. He nodded and bowed to Emperor Zhaozong, saying, "Greetings, Father-in-law." (End of Chapter)