Miaoyan still opened her eyes wide, looked at him, and then looked at me, as if she had something to say, but she didn't know what to say. Instead, Pei Yuanhao reached out and stroked her face and said softly: "Are you scared that day?"

Miaoyan said, "That beautiful lady scared me."

"You mean, the imperial concubine?"

"Yeah." Miaoyan nodded seriously: "Her face is so scary, even more scary than dead people."

Although "Children Yan Wuji", she said something a little too much. Just as I was about to step forward to stop her, I heard her continue saying, "She has come to me and mother. She said, "I have called her mother before, but Miaoyan clearly has only one mother!"

Pei Yuanhao's eyes flashed slightly, and he subconsciously looked back at me, looking at my somewhat frozen face, he forced a smile and said, "What do you think you should do?"

Miaoyan muttered: "Anyway, Miaoyan has only one mother."

“…”

Pei Yuanhao didn't say anything, but continued to stretch out his hand to stroke her hair and stroking the radiance on her face. Miaoyan said softly again: "She looked so scary that day, Daddy, is she sick?"

"yes."

"Are you so sick? When Miaoyan gets sick, her whole body hurts. Where is her?"

Looking at Miaoyan's serious questioning, for some reason, I suddenly felt a slight throbbing in my heart.

To be honest, I heard before that Nangong Lizhu's condition was very dangerous. In fact, people in the palace didn't care much about her, because everyone was paying attention to the reallocation of the forces of the Chang family and the Yan family. On the contrary, my daughter, using her simplest and cleanest ideas, cared about the most common thing.

Pei Yuanhao looked at her, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. After a while, he said softly: "She is still alive."
Chapter completed!