She picked an important question to ask, "Master, the revenge you just ntioned, what grudge is that?"
Hannah replied, "A deep-seated hatred as vast as the ocean."
Jinlian couldn’t help but shudder, hesitating for a while before she added, "But just now, Wayne Lane said that you, Master, are also a princess, so..."
Hannah did not intend to hide it, and openly said, "His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire is my biological father."
However, after she turned six, she no longer called him father, often referring to him as "that man."
Jinlian was dumbfounded, even forgetting to wag her tail.
Hannah looked down at her and smiled, "Do you think I am too cold-blooded to even kill my own father?"
Jinlian ca to her senses and hurriedly shook her head, "Not at all, Master. Whatever you do, you must have your reasons, and even if there are none, Jinlian still supports you! I raise both legs...no, all four legs in agreent!"
A fluffy Siberian Husky lying on the ground, belly up, all four paws in the air, both silly and adorable.
Hannah couldn’t help but rub its belly, as gradually, mories of the far distant past erged in her mind.
...
Hannah’s mother was a princess from Southport, beautiful and gentle.
Southport was just a small planet, not particularly powerful, but the people’s lives were prosperous and peaceful.
There, there was no war, only laughter and cheerfulness.
Vast open fields where birds freely flew in the sky, and people on the ground could sing joyously in chorus.
It was like a forgotten corner of the galaxy.
Beautiful and peaceful.
Until one day, a person in distress landed on this land.
The man was severely injured, as if he had just escaped from a battlefield, his body covered with burn marks.
He was on the brink of death, as if he could stop breathing at any mont.
So the kind-hearted princess took him ho and instructed her maids to take good care of him.
This was the first ti in many years that Southport had welcod a foreigner, and although everyone was discussing and worrying about it, no one proposed to drive away this "pitiful" foreigner.
Later, the man’s injuries gradually healed, revealing a particularly handso face.
He was very gentle and polite, like a prince who had been ticulously educated and raised by nobles.
The man took the initiative to express his gratitude to the princess, and he promised that he would leave on his own once he was recovered.
Afterward...
The princess fell in love with the man she had "picked up."
It was like a beautiful fairy tale.
The stranded handso prince and the kind, beautiful princess.
Everything fell into place.
Amid everyone’s blessings, they were married.
In the second year of their marriage, they had a lovely daughter.
Nad Hannah.
She was the future of all Southport, and the elderly king personally blessed his granddaughter.
May God bless her forever.
All was perfectly happy.
Those were Hannah’s happiest tis.
She had grasslands, blue skies, stars, and lots and lots of love.
Just as the old king said, God was blessing her.
But such blessings halted in her sixth year.
It was a deep night when one could not see the flowing starlight, only endless darkness.
The elderly king was on his deathbed, and he called his only daughter and her husband to his side.
Six years had been enough for that man to gain everyone’s trust.
Unsurprisingly, the man took the scepter from the old king’s hand.
He beca the new king.
On the day of the coronation, young Hannah was held in her mother’s arms.
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