A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Days passed under He Qiang's meticulous care, and Qian Yu's condition fluctuated, while the beautiful dream woven by He Qiang gradually became more and more real.

In this dream, Qian Yu is the eldest daughter of the Fu family, possessing unparalleled glory and happiness.

However, reality is reality, and no matter how beautiful the dream was, it could not change Qian Yu's condition.

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"Is Mom mentally ill?" Qian Fangfang asked.

He Qiang nodded, but quickly shook his head again: "No...she's just sick!"

"You're sick? Why didn't you tell me sooner, Dad?"

Qian Fangfang's eyes widened, her voice trembling with excitement; she was on the verge of emotional collapse.

From childhood, her mother instilled in her the idea that she was the daughter of the Fu family, named Fu Mingyue.

This lie is like a giant net, tightly wrapping itself within it.

Now that the truth has come out, she realizes how naive and childish she was, believing everything her mother said.

This made her feel incredibly angry and ashamed, as if the whole world was mocking her stupidity.

Just then, a group of followers nearby began to whisper and murmur among themselves.

The chubby girl in the lead spoke first:

"Ah! So she's the daughter of a lunatic. No wonder she spoke so convincingly before!" Her tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.

The skinny boy chimed in:

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't expect this. I've been so kind to bring her all sorts of delicious food every day, and all I've got is this crazy person. It's such a waste! I might as well feed all this food to the dogs!"

Seeing this, another boy quickly reminded everyone, "Alright, alright, stop talking! The head of discipline is still here watching!"

However, despite attempts to stop her, those hurtful words were like sharp daggers, deeply wounding Qian Fangfang's heart.

At this moment, He Qiang's face was extremely pale. He felt utterly ashamed and wished he could disappear into the ground.

Suddenly, he grabbed Qian Fangfang's arm, wanting to escape this awkward situation as quickly as possible.

At the same time, he kept bowing and apologizing to those around him: "I'm so sorry everyone, it's all because we parents didn't educate our children well and caused you all trouble."

I hope everyone can be lenient and save the child some face.

After all, he was well aware that children these days have a strong sense of self-esteem and value their reputation above all else.

With a loud bang, Old Master Fu slammed his hand on the table. "Quiet! Let's leave this matter here for now. Take the child and go home!"

At the same time, Nian Nian exclaimed, "That's right! Uncle He, take Qian Fangfang home!" I never expected that the gossip I'm hearing today would be so big!

No wonder people always say that there's something hateful about a pitiful person!

The party, which was originally going to be very lively, ended abruptly, and Niannian dragged her slightly tired body home.

She went into the bathroom, washed herself thoroughly, and then couldn't wait to pounce on the incredibly soft bed.

Lying in bed, Niannian didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, she picked up her phone from beside her pillow and started checking her account balance.

She was muttering to herself, "ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions..."

As the numbers continued to increase, Niannian's smile grew even brighter.

When she saw the final amount, she was so excited that she rolled over and lay face down on the bed, wiggling her legs like a happy little rabbit.

Just two days ago, Niannian sent a large batch of supplies to her brother Yun Jing, who was far away. It cost tens of millions!

But for Nian Nian, who has assets of two billion, this expense is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean.

However, a series of recent events in the Guangling area have left Niannian feeling very confused and worried.

First, there was the rare freezing rain that caused widespread flooding in Guangling, the capital city, a disaster that had never been recorded in any previous history books.

Even more unexpectedly, since then, other regions of Guangling Kingdom have also been cursed, with disasters coming one after another.

One place is suffering from severe flooding, while another is facing extreme drought and water shortage.

"Hiss... This is so strange!"

Niannian felt a chill run down her spine, and she couldn't help but gasp. Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured to herself:

"What on earth is going on? Could something really have happened...?"

As she spoke, her small hands, which were already slightly stiff from nervousness, tapped the phone screen with lightning speed.

Her fingers flew across the screen as she eagerly opened the search engine and anxiously typed in a string of keywords related to the history of Guangling.

She stared intently at the screen, her eyes wide, silently praying that she could find some useful clues.

Time passed second by second, and finally, among the many search results, Niannian found a piece of information that made her heart race—exactly one thousand years ago today, a raging fire broke out in the ancient Guangling palace!

However, to her dismay and unease, the website did not provide any detailed information about the specific cause of the fire.

Niannian's heart leaped into her throat, and an ominous premonition surged into her mind.

Her brows were furrowed, her face was deathly pale, and she kept muttering, "No wonder Brother Yun Jing didn't say goodnight to me today, something must have happened!"

Thinking of this, she could no longer sit still and sprang up from the soft bed.

In such a hurry, without even having time to put on a coat, he rushed barefoot to the phoenix bronze mirror placed in the corner of the room.

Reaching the bronze mirror, Nian Nian stretched out her hands and began to vigorously slap the surface, while simultaneously shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Brother Yun Jing, Brother Yun Jing! Answer me quickly!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with fear and worry.

At this moment, she was worried that Pei Nanxing's father might encounter misfortune, and she was also afraid that something might happen to Pei Yunjing's brother.

However, no matter how much Niannian patted and shouted, the image in the mirror remained unchanged.

It was still the same quiet and silent palace where Pei Yunjing lived, as if the whole world had forgotten them in some corner.

After careful consideration, it seems the fire didn't reach this area. But where is Pei Yunjing?

Suddenly, the image in the mirror began to flicker incessantly, like a candle flame being blown by the wind.