In Ayimu's heart, there was a great thunder.
It was something no one could touch.
It was her daughter who had been killed at a young age...
Ah She followed behind, terrified, yet she saw her mistress holding that soft and delicate Little Princess in her arms, truly treating her like her own child, gently patting her back, "Mother knows, you are a good child, I am happy for my son!
From now on, I entrust Lie'er to you.
That silly child, with a kind heart, is easy to be bullied. In the future, you must be as assertive in the Royal Palace as you are now, with Great Xia and my son as your support, even the King won't be able to do anything to you, let alone others.
Do not be soft-hearted, or kind-hearted.
Remember what Mother said, do you hear me?"
On her, there was a fragrant, comforting scent.
At this moment, Yun Chunnuan missed her mother in another time and space immensely, and felt more sympathy for the woman holding her.
