The princess was ordained by Heaven.

The sixth prince was precocious and had a calm temperament. Despite his young age, when he looked at her with a smile and spoke, people always mistook him for a gentle elder.

The original owner's life in the palace was not smooth. The Consort Xian and the Sixth Prince were her teachers and playmates. She was taken care of by them. Although she was not valued, her life was not too difficult.

In the palace, the mother and son were the people most familiar with the original owner of this body.

The original owner had very deep feelings for them; they were the most beautiful gift that fate gave her in her short ten years of life.

So Zheng Xun felt a little guilty, afraid that they would find out that she had been replaced with a different soul.

However, the sixth prince looked too much like her deceased older brother.

Upon receiving Zheng Xun's memories, she almost couldn't resist coming to find him immediately.

But because he was worried about being exposed, he kept putting it off until now.

"Sweetie, you're daydreaming again," the Sixth Prince complained, his tone neither too harsh nor too gentle.

Zheng Xun snapped out of her reverie, rested her chin on her hand, leaned against his recliner, and rambled on, "My eldest sister wasn't actually the Empress's biological daughter. Her biological children have been found, and they were all very good people..."

She slowly recounted all the recent events that had happened.

The less she said, the less mistakes she made. She shouldn't have said so much, but seeing the Sixth Prince's face, her tense mind couldn't help but relax.

The sixth prince showed no impatience and listened quietly to her speak.

The sound of Consort Xian pounding almonds continued, and she would occasionally look up and interject with a smile.

Zheng Xun's voice was no longer as calm and mature as usual; it became crisp and lively, just like a real ten-year-old girl.

The sun was shining brightly, and the wind, passing through the courtyard, was stopped by the big tree and swirled around in annoyance.

After Zheng Xun finished speaking, Consort Xian handed her the freshly served cheese.

The Sixth Prince watched her eat and sighed indulgently, "So, Sweetie, you've done so much lately..."

Zheng Xun gripped the spoon tighter and tighter.

[Oh no, what if they find out I'm not the original Zheng Xun? Will Aunt Ping and my brother dislike me? But I'm also called Zheng Xun, so I'm practically Zheng Xun myself. Stay calm, don't panic!]

The sound of Consort Xian pounding stopped abruptly, and the smile on the Sixth Prince's face vanished.

They wanted to say something, but they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

In Zheng Xun's eyes, they were just staring blankly. She put down her spoon, and the ease on her face gradually disappeared.

Isn't that the original Zheng Xun...?

A suffocating silence slowly spread.

After an unknown amount of time, Consort Xian suddenly turned her back and wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes.

Zheng Xun stammered, "Aunt Ping..."

Consort Xian waved her hand, choking back tears, and said, "It's nothing. Auntie just feels guilty thinking about how wonderful the outside world is, while my Si Nan is stuck in Jing Le Palace."

At first, she just choked up, but then she burst into sobs.

The sixth prince stared blankly into the void, his hand gripping the book turning white from the force.

"Sweetie, you must take good care of yourself. Don't end up like your brother, and don't catch a cold like last time. It will scare your brother..."

His tone and gaze were fixed on her, yet it seemed as if he were looking through her to something else.

"Okay," Zheng Xun replied hesitantly.

How heartbroken they would be if they knew their sweetheart had died from that cold...

The sixth prince leaned out and gently embraced Zheng Xun, murmuring in a hoarse voice, "Sweetie, my sweetie."

The gentle voice was so close to his ear that Zheng Xun felt like crying.

A few hot tears fell onto her neck. She instinctively wanted to shrink back, but she couldn't bear to disturb him.

"Sweetie, if your brother were stronger and more powerful, he could protect you. Your brother is useless, your brother is useless..."

His sweet daughter is so sensible and adorable, why can't God be kinder to her?

Sweetie would never blame her brother. If she knew that he was also facing a life-or-death crisis when she caught a cold, she would only feel sorry for him and wish she could take his place...

It's just fate playing tricks; in this world, regrets are ultimately impossible to resolve completely.

The Sixth Prince felt a dull pain in his heart and couldn't help but hug Zheng Xun tightly, sobbing and calling out Tian Guo'er's name repeatedly, which made people feel as sour as if they had swallowed a lemon.

Consort Xian seemed to awaken from a dream, staggering as she knelt beside Zheng Xun's legs: "No... Si Nan, it's not your fault, it's my fault...it's me!"

She regrets it!

A few days ago, Si Nan fell seriously ill and almost didn't make it back. She hasn't fully recovered yet, so all her energy is focused on Si Nan.

If she had spared even a fraction of her attention to the little girl back then, would she not have been separated from them forever?

Zheng Xun remained motionless and silent, gradually enveloped by their sorrow.

At that moment, she didn't think about why the Sixth Prince and Consort Xian were so hysterical, considering it was just a cold.

She was like a despicable thief, stealing the sweet fruit that belonged to Tian Guo'er, only to find it was all sour and astringent after taking a bite.

The voices in her ears were telling her that her brother was Tianguo'er's brother and her aunt was Tianguo'er's aunt.

Not hers.

After a long while, Consort Xian and the Sixth Prince finally calmed down a bit.

Zheng Xun pursed his lips, gently broke free from the Sixth Prince's embrace, and put on a calm mask again: "This is from Tianguo'er."

She took out two wooden hairpins.

This is a gift that the little girl had been preparing for a while.

While ill, she may have realized that she was about to die, and she stayed up for several nights in a row to finish making the two hairpins. When Zheng Xun came to this world, he noticed the small wounds on her hands, which have not yet healed.

The hairpins weren't made of any precious wood, and the workmanship wasn't particularly exquisite; they hadn't even been polished yet. But regardless of whether they were well-made or not, they were all Sweet Fruit's thoughtful gesture. She didn't make any rash moves and simply wrapped the two hairpins up, bringing them over specifically for them this time.

Watching the two carefully accept the hairpin, Zheng Xun put down the box of gifts he had brought and left silently.

As she left Jingyue Palace, she looked back and saw the serene palace standing as always.

She possessed Sweet Fruit's memories; this was the place she knew best besides the Great Princess.

It's a pity that the sixth prince wasn't the older brother after all.

He and Consort Xian seemed to have sensed Sweetie's death, which is why they were so heartbroken...

Although the idea of ​​reincarnation is unbelievable, she is not Tian Guo'er and therefore cannot impersonate her. It is not surprising that she was recognized by those close to her.

She turned around and slowly walked away.

She misses her brother a little.

If my brother also went to another world after his death, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see him again.

It would be better if this world were more peaceful. If my brother came, he could live a happier life.

She was not a weak person. After taking some time to suppress her chaotic emotions, she took the token and went to the Azure Dragon Guard to fetch the person.

Upon seeing the token, the Qinglong Guard on duty immediately led her to see Commander Li of the Qinglong Guard.

At this moment, ten people were gathered in a courtyard of the Qinglong Guard's residence.

"Boss, are we really going to go with that princess?" a middle-aged man of average height asked with dissatisfaction.