After the interstellar female general died in battle, she transmigrated into the body of a dashing p

The nation mourns the passing of its mother and closes its court for seven days.

Outside the mourning hall, funeral banners stood tall, while inside, Taoist priests chanted something in a low voice.

Danqin stood at the palace gate, and only when she vaguely heard the distant sound of the eunuch striking the night watchman's gong did she come back to her senses.

Is it already past 1:30? She wiped away her tears with her sleeve and patted her face.

Looking into the hall, he saw the Emperor sitting on a prayer mat, holding the little princess. He walked up to Liu Quanfu and said in a low voice, "Eunuch Liu, the Emperor hasn't eaten or drunk anything for three days. Go and try to persuade him."

Ever since the Empress passed away, the Emperor has been holding the Princess like this. Except when the Empress takes the Princess to breastfeed or to relieve herself, he even holds her while she sleeps.

This can't go on!

Liu Quanfu was also anxious, but it was no use saying anything now. He knew the Emperor was blaming himself, but...

He sighed, knowing he had to try to persuade her even if he couldn't.

"emperor."

"emperor."

The emperor didn't reply, but Zheng Zhian held up the hairpin and gestured at him a couple of times, then opened his mouth in a hoarse voice and said, "Ah, ah."

Why don't you say something? It's not like he can't hear you.

Liu Quanfu seemed to understand and continued, "Your Majesty, please eat something. Your health is of utmost importance."

Zheng Hongyuan's empty eyes remained completely unmoved.

"Your Majesty, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the princess. She's so young, how can she not endure it?" He continued to earnestly persuade her.

Zheng Zhian held the hairpin, the pointed end pointing towards the hand holding her, and with all his might, he stabbed it hard.

The person is gone, what are you pretending for now? Where were you before? Who are you trying to impress? You couldn't even protect your own wife, and you call yourself an emperor? Ha!

She now harbors immense resentment towards the emperor, not only because he actually saved her that day, but also because he has been sitting here doing nothing all these past few days.

Anyone with a brain could see how the mother and daughter could suddenly be poisoned, yet he remained completely indifferent.

Zheng Zhian grew angrier the more he thought about it, and stabbed his hand hard.

Liu Quanfu, who was standing nearby, was terrified. The emperor, however, came to his senses but only glanced at him before looking down at the little princess pricking his hand, without saying a word to stop her.

Don't let the princess's small size fool you; the hairpin she wore was so sharp that it practically turned the emperor's hand into a sieve.

Liu Quanfu quickly urged, "Princess, little princess, please stop pricking me!"

Zheng Zhian saw him raise his head. She slowly looked up and was caught off guard by the face that came into view. Her cheap father's eyes were bloodshot and his beard was messy. He looked as haggard as if he had aged ten years.

She lowered her head, stopped pricking him, and used the hairpin to wipe his sleeve.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Hongyuan recalled what the person at Zhaixing Tower had said, and a profound meaning that no one could understand flashed in his eyes.

They picked the person up and carried them to a side hall to change clothes.

After washing up, seeing that the little one was still awake, I picked him up and called out in a low voice, "Twelve."

Zheng Zhian then saw the man in black who had almost sent her away suddenly appear in front of her again.

There were clearly only two breathing sounds inside the room, so how could they not detect it? How did they manage that?

The man in black knelt on one knee. "Master."

"Has the Duke of Yun been notified?"

"The Duke of Yun is already on his way back and should arrive in the capital in three days."

In other words, someone knew the news in advance, which is why the person behind it was so eager to kill the Empress.

Zheng Zhian was stunned, and a fire instantly rose in his heart.

Zheng Hongyuan unleashed his full internal energy, instantly repelling the kneeling man with a muffled groan. Nothing in the room escaped destruction, except for the chair he had been sitting on, which remained intact.

"Go down."

The man in black left the house.

Three days later, as expected, the Duke of Yun entered the palace early in the morning.

However, his robes were covered in holes and congealed blood, and his hair was disheveled; one might mistake him for a beggar from the western streets of Kyoto.

Zheng Zhian reached out to him the moment she saw him, looking even more pathetic than her father.

Duke Yun took her and walked to the coffin, where he simply looked at it.

He had three sons and one daughter in his lifetime. Two of his sons died on the battlefield, but they died a worthy death. Defending one's country was the glory of a man born in Anchong. Even when his daughter said she wanted to go to the battlefield with them at the age of fourteen, he never stopped her. But unexpectedly, she ended up dying in the palace.

Zheng Zhian didn't understand the feelings of a white-haired man burying a black-haired man, but the grief on his body was clearly visible.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, looked up at him, and said, "It's okay, you still have me." She thought the old man had no children and was trying to comfort him.

Duke Yun looked at her as she stammered, and replied lovingly, "An'an, do you know that your grandfather is sad? It's alright, your grandfather is alright." He choked up more and more as he spoke.

Zheng Zhian comforted him with mumbled "Aba aba" while wiping away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears he shed.

She suddenly burst into tears. How could that woman be so stupid? Didn't she know to save herself first? She hadn't even hugged her or spoken to her. Didn't she hate her?

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She had never met anyone who treated her like this in her more than twenty years of life in the interstellar world.

Zheng Zhian's crying actually eased the Duke of Yun's pain. He wiped his old face with his thick palm and began to comfort her.

Zheng Hongyuan, who was standing nearby, took the person from him and couldn't stop him no matter what he said. Danqin also quickly came in to coax him.

The little princess has never cried like this since she was born.

Everyone tried everything to no avail, and in the end, she cried herself to sleep.

She was even in a daze when Yun Shu was put into her coffin the next day.

Three years later.

In the Hall of State Affairs, on the large and majestic dragon throne, Zheng Zhi'an lay sprawled on the inner side, covered with a wool blanket presented as tribute by the northern tribes. Feeling a little hot in his sleep, he kicked it away.

Zheng Hongyuan, who was sitting in front listening to the officials below arguing about the official in charge of the imperial examination, felt the commotion behind him and turned around to cover himself with the blanket again.

Since the Empress passed away, the little princess has been personally taken in by the Emperor. At first, the ministers objected, saying it was against etiquette and disregarded ancestral rules, but the Emperor wouldn't listen, and no one could do anything about it.

Fortunately, the little princess never cried or fussed during court sessions, and the ministers gradually got used to it.

The task of selecting pillars of the nation should have been undertaken by the prime minister, who was the head of all officials. However, no one expected that the prime minister would fall ill at this time and be on leave at home.

As the four princes grew older, the emperor not only did not appoint another empress, but also stopped holding imperial concubine selections.

This time, the examiners had a lot to argue about, and they couldn't reach a conclusion until the end of the court session.

As soon as Liu Quanfu announced the end of the court session, Zheng Zhian immediately sat up, quickly slid off the dragon throne to the ground, and ran out on his short legs.

Today was the day her maternal grandfather and Old Man Feng had agreed to detoxify her, so she had to run quickly. If she was too slow, her father would make her practice calligraphy again. She had been practicing calligraphy since she was one year old, and now she could only write a single character like a dog's crawl.

She simply has no talent!

Liu Quanfu shouted loudly from behind, "Princess, slow down! My little princess! Xiao Linzi, hurry up and catch up!"

Zheng Zhian is now only focused on curing the poison as soon as possible so he can learn those amazing martial arts.