Xiao Huamei looked at the joyful face in front of her in a daze. Once, this face was so kind. When she was young, whenever she cried, whenever she was naughty, whenever she was happy... This face would always appear in front of her, and then hugged her, gently tied her tender face with his hard beard, tell her stories, teach her to recognize words, and teach her to shoot arrows with a knife. When she was five years old, she stabbed a young elk to death with her little dagger given to her by her father, and she turned around in panic, but saw that her father still had the kind and gentle smile, and nodded to her with praise.

That smiling face has been imprinted in her little mind, and you can always see it when you dream about it at midnight.

Nowadays, people are still the same, but... why can't they coincide with his current smiling face?

Did he become no longer like her father, or did he become no longer like his daughter?

In the thin mist, Xiao Huamei seemed to see the painful wailing of his mother, the cold faces of the concubines of the Prince of Yan's Mansion, and the father in front of him looked at his mother's pain in ignorance. The moment he turned his head, the ruthless light remaining in his eyes...

Xiao Huamei's pretty face looked extremely painful, and his hands were tightly clamped into his fists in his sleeves. His sharp nails cut through her palms, and the red blood slowly flowed down the lines in the palms.

The pain in the palm of your hand is not as good as the pain in your heart!

If it weren't for my husband, how could I see you again in this life!

"Chang Ning, you are finally back! I am very happy, father, haha, I am very happy!" Zhu Di never thought that this daughter, who is less than thirteen years old, had such complex emotions in her heart at this moment.

When Zhu Di approached Huamei and wanted to pull her little hand, Huamei took a step back suddenly like a frightened deer, and a look of alert suddenly appeared in her pretty eyes.

Zhu Di's cheerful smile gradually solidified.

"Chang Ning..."

"Your Highness, I am here for my uncle Xiao Fan today." Xiao Huamei raised her small chest, and her delicate body contained a great sense of courage and responsibility, as if she could carry the whole world and be above all else.

When Zhu Di heard such an unfamiliar name and tone of the thrush, his heart suddenly became cold.

The father and daughter are close at hand, but farther away than the world, how can this love be!

"What do you want?" Zhu Di's tone gradually became stiff, and a hint of pain flashed through his eyes.

A little pain flashed in Xiao Huamei's eyes, and finally gritted her teeth and said coldly: "I recognize you as my father. You confirm my identity to the emperor and restore my princess's name."

Zhu Di began to sneer: "Do you want to save Xiao Fan? Can you save him by restoring your name as a princess?"

Huamei said quietly: "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it."

"If I don't agree, how can you stay?"

"I'll fight with you." The eyebrows raised their slightly thick eyebrows slightly, but their tone was as normal as talking about the weather.

Zhu Di looked shocked and said in disbelief: "For an outsider, you... dare you kill your father?"

The eyebrow lowered her eyelids, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her thin mouth: "Outsider? Who is an outsider? When my mother died in front of you and you were indifferent, you were already an outsider in my heart! I fled from the Yan Palace in panic for more than four years. I wandered outside alone, robbed food with wild dogs, fought with beggars, ate grass roots and tree bark, slept in graves, stole, caught, and beaten. Except for not dying, I have suffered all the suffering that people should suffer in this life. Your Highness, King Yan, do you know that that year, I was only eight years old, eight years old!"

The pretty big eyes of the thrush gradually became a little wet, and the corners of his mouth gradually showed a smile: "Last winter, I wandered to Jiangpu County. It was a cold winter. I had no food and clothing and almost froze to death on the streets of Jiangpu. That winter, I had the honor to meet Xiao Fan, my husband, who gave me food and clothing. In order to prevent me from being wronged, he could even abandon the wealthy life of not having to worry about food and clothing, and stayed with me in a dilapidated small temple. For our livelihood, we depended on each other and supported each other, so that we could get to this day step by step... It was him who gave me a second life, a brand new life. In addition to food and clothing, he also gave me dignity and warmth, and also a husband's endless love and pity for his wife..."

The thrush blinked vigorously, and tears slowly flowed down her pretty face. The smile on her face was calmed, and then she looked at Zhu Di with a serious and cold look.

"No one has ever been so good to me, so unforgettable. Xiao Fan may be just a mustard in your eyes, but in my eyes, he is not just my husband, he is also my god. I, an orphan who even God doesn't want to accept, have given me a second life. In this life, in the next life, in the next life, in ten lives, and today my husband is in trouble. As his wife, I cannot help but do something for him. This is the purpose of my coming to you today."

Zhu Di looked at Xiao Huamei with a shocked expression. He was completely shocked by Huamei's words.

Chang Ning has suffered so much, Chang Ning cares about Xiao Fan so much, Chang Ning would rather fight with his father for Xiao Fan...

Zhu Di's mind was in chaos, and he was full of thoughts for a while, and his sadness and joy were repeatedly entangled in his heart...

"So... can you fight with me for Xiao Fan?" Zhu Di's cheeks kept twitching.

The thrush nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Zhu Di seemed to cry and laugh, and said in infinite sadness: "Are you... really my daughter?"

The thrush stared at him with his eyes, without any emotion in his eyes, and said, "I used to be your daughter, but now I am just a wife who wants to save her husband but is desperate... Your Highness, Prince Yan, would you admit my identity as Princess Changning and ask the emperor to restore my princess' name?"

Zhu Di's expression gradually became gloomy and gritted his teeth and said, "No one dared to threaten me! My daughter is no exception! Listen, I can't admit your princess's identity, Xiao Fan...he must die!"

Huamei nodded and said with a calm expression: "I knew you would have said that, it's great. If you don't want to, I will kill you!"

After saying that, a small and delicate dagger suddenly fell from her wide sleeves, which fell into her slender little hand.

While getting the dagger, the tiny body of Huamei suddenly rose up and rushed towards the King of Yan quickly. The man was as fast as a terrifying geese and as fast as lightning.
Chapter completed!