The princess was ordained by Heaven.

"You said you saw Sweet Fruit?"

"how is she?"

Zheng Xun said helplessly, "Aunt Ping, brother, please don't get agitated."

After the court session, she brought back the things she had brought from outside the palace to Jingyue Palace. She had only said half a sentence when the mother and son stood up excitedly.

She was now being held by both arms, one on each side, making it difficult for her to move.

"Oh, right, Xun'er, please sit down first," Consort Xian put down her still trembling hand and instructed the palace servants outside, "Zhu'er, take your people and move away."

The sixth prince was anxious, but fearing that his eagerness would hurt Zheng Xun, he restrained himself and asked, "What's going on?"

Under the expectant gazes of the two, Zheng Xun slowly recounted the events of her dream to them.

After she finished speaking, she raised her palm and showed them the small red mole that had appeared on her hand.

This is a mark belonging to Zheng Xun.

The sixth prince held her hand and gazed at the red mole for a long time.

His eyes gradually welled up with tears, and he murmured, "It's so good, she's still alright, it's so good."

His heart, which had been filled with guilt, finally felt a little relieved.

Zheng Xun withdrew his hand and gently comforted her, "Perhaps you'll have a chance to meet again."

Consort Xian asked with concern, "Xun'er, do you know what the world Tianguo'er lives in is like?"

"That world..."

Zheng Xun's tone was full of reminiscence.

Sweet Fruit's world is very similar to her hometown before the apocalypse.

Her hometown, which exists in distant memories, is as beautiful as a dream.

"That's a wonderful world, a thousand times better than here. Our country is very peaceful, yes, it's the peace that our ancestors built for us. There, everyone has the opportunity to study, and those who are capable and hardworking can have enough to eat; if someone is missing you, you can talk to them even if you're thousands of miles apart; you can travel from the south to the north of Dayong in one night, you can fly to the sky, and some people have even gone to the stars..."

"Although there are still many shortcomings, it is much better than Dayong. Sweetie is a little girl, and it will definitely be better for her there than in Dayong. There, women can become officials, do business, and dance openly. If they want to get married, men are not allowed to take concubines. If they do not want to get married, they can live a free and wonderful life on their own."

"The goodness of that world is so great that you could talk about it for three days straight."

Zheng Xun really missed home. When she was at home, she had a million complaints, but when the apocalypse came and that peaceful and beautiful world was turned into a scene of devastation, she regretted that she had not been content before.

"Besides, Sweetie has a loving family, so you don't need to worry."

Consort Xian asked hesitantly, "Is there really such a wonderful place?"

It's no wonder she was suspicious; everything Zheng Xun said was simply too unbelievable to her.

Zheng Xun laughed: "Really, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, there are some things I wouldn't even be able to describe."

"Then, wouldn't that mean the sweet fruit has gone to the land of the immortals?"

Zheng Xun couldn't help but chuckle: "You could say that."

Consort Xian was happy for Tian Guo'er, but she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy: "Do you think Tian Guo'er will forget about me and Si Nan?"

"No," Zheng Xun said firmly.

Just as she could never forget her brother, Sweetie could never forget them either.

The sixth prince listened quietly, then suddenly asked her, "Did you also come from that kind of world?"

Zheng Xun leaned back in his chair, first nodding, then shaking his head.

"My world used to be like that, but then... it collapsed."

The sixth prince's heart skipped a beat: "Is it war?"

"No, it's just that some people suddenly turned into very powerful and terrifying monsters. Those monsters had no reason and would bite anyone they saw. I was only ten years old at the time, and my best friend was swallowed up by the monster right in front of me, and I couldn't save her."

Zheng Xun's voice was calm, and Consort Xian grasped her hand tenderly: "Xun'er..."

Zheng Xun gave an indifferent smirk: "In the beginning, we were on the run. Some people awakened powerful abilities and gained the ability to protect themselves... and also gained the capital to bully the weak."

The facade of peace was torn apart, and the filthy soul hidden beneath the skin began to run rampant.

People faced not only powerful monsters, but also crises of food and water, endless pressure, and threats from their own kind.

When order collapses and morality declines, even the closest of friends can turn into monsters in the next moment. With no way out and no hope in sight, everyone becomes numb.

During my breakdown, I questioned my brother: Why do we have to suffer like this? Why have kind people become so terrible? Is there any point in such a world?

But my brother said that as long as I am alive, he will try his best to change all of this, for even the smallest bit of kindness left in the world, and even if it means sacrificing himself for me.

Those were the hardest days of our lives. All I could think about was getting stronger. My brother felt sorry for me and wanted me to rest, but I also wanted to protect him.

Later, as we grew stronger, we also found some like-minded people.

I was the youngest and the one who received the most care, but everyone else died before me.

Fortunately, our efforts paid off. Our base became a "pilgrimage site" for everyone in the apocalypse. We rebuilt order in the post-apocalyptic world, I became the base leader, and everything is getting better and better.

But by then, everyone around her had died. She stood at the pinnacle of power in that world, yet she felt an unprecedented loneliness.

Later she came to Dayong.

In truth, if the days of the apocalypse hadn't been so bleak, she certainly wouldn't have been able to endure the environment of Dayong.

Zheng Xun thought about many things, but not much time had passed in reality. Both her voice and her thoughts were very calm, but every word she spoke was so shocking.

"However, my brother is with Sweetie. With him there, you don't need to worry about Sweetie. He will definitely take good care of her."

Her tone couldn't hide her pride, as if with her brother around, there was nothing in the world that couldn't be solved.

The sixth prince raised his chin: "Don't worry, we can take good care of you."

Zheng Xun felt that she could take care of herself, but there was no need to say such discouraging things.

"Sweetie told me that her Aunt Ping misses Shangwei Pavilion's pastries the most, and her brother has always wanted a kite with a landscape painting on it. She asked me to give you a surprise, and since I just left the palace yesterday, I brought it for you."

The Consort Xian and the Sixth Prince exchanged a glance, then happily took their belongings.

They didn't say it, but based on their understanding of Sweetie, she wasn't the type to ask someone to bring them things.

Xun'er, you're thinking of them.