Yuwen Yanran was surprised, but she didn't care. She immediately thought of a way to respond and said, "Your majesty, your words reminded me of Chenqie's childhood. However, it's not love, but kinship." Yuwen Yanran finished speaking and looked at the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo.

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, felt slightly puzzled. He then asked, "What do you mean by that, my beloved concubine?" Finished speaking, he turned to look at Yuwen Yanran.

"Hmph." "Actually, when Chenqie was a child, she was very unfortunate. My mother had already left a long time ago, and I was dependent on my father for my life, all this while, my father had always been the most sacred and great person in Chenqie's heart. At that time, my father had to go to the battlefield every day, and every day he would come back exhausted and covered in blood." But no matter how many injuries he received, my father would still smile and tell jokes to my concubine, coaxing her to sleep.

A trace of tears flowed down from the corner of Yuwen Yanran's eyes as she continued, "Even though I know that when father returns, he will definitely be heavily injured, but I still desire father to return. Because as long as father returns, it means that father is not dead and is still alive."

As she spoke to here, Yuwen Yanran suddenly couldn't help but burst into tears. She cried as she said, "Unfortunately, Daddy went to war three years ago and never came back. He died in battle." She paused for a moment as she choked with sobs, and Yuwen Yanran continued, "Chenqie hates war! "Although the world may be responsible for the safety of our people, Daddy died because of the war. How many lives were taken because of the war …"

"Wuwuwu …" Yuwen Yanran couldn't stop crying. Her expression was extremely sad. "Chenqie is just a woman. I just want my family to be together peacefully and live a peaceful and warm life. That's it!" At this point, it was not difficult to hear the sadness in Yuwen Yanran's heart.

Perhaps it was because she was in love with someone, but at this moment, Yuwen Yanran was thinking of something from the past. That was why she could not stop crying, but it was also why she was acting. No matter how strong Yuwen Yanran or Dongfang Ziqing was, she was still a woman that needed to be relied on.

The doubtful look in the Son of Heaven's Xuan Chen's eyes had completely disappeared. He held Yuwen Yanran in his arms and said softly, "My beloved concubine, this Emperor's mistake has reminded you of the past."

"Wuu, wuu. No, it's alright. Your concubine has fallen in love and can't be blamed on the emperor." Yuwen Yanran, or rather Dongfang Ziqing, was crying as she spoke.

The Emperor Xuan Yuan was no longer willing to part with him, so he held Yuwen Yanran in his arms tightly. He stood quietly in the Yi Palace for a long time without uttering a single word.

In this rare moment of tranquility, even though there were still tears accompanying his eyes, he still appeared to be harmonious and harmonious. It was as if Yuwen Yanran was born to nestle in Xuanyuan Chen Mo's arms and be protected by his love.

Within the Forbidden City, in the depths of the imperial palace, people came to the Yi Palace.

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, tightly hugged Yuwen Yanran and stood silently in the palace for a long time.

No one knew what he was thinking, but the living Blood Prince Xuanyuan Chenmo once again thought back to three years ago, when he was still a child. Innocent and romantic Eastern Ziqing, pure and innocent Eastern Ziqing.

And Yuwen Yanran? What are you thinking about? When he thought back to his childhood, when he thought of how innocent, romantic, and carefree he was during his childhood, living under his parents' arms without any worries or worries, at that time, life was truly very happy. Dongfang Ziqing did not have any dreams, he only wanted to be able to be together with his loved one, or see her every day, and live happily with his parents, but heaven was not on his side. Even an innocent wish like Dongfang Ziqing could not be fulfilled.