"Co in."
Lin Qingfeng opened the door of a villa and led Lin Fu inside.
The villa seed rarely lived in, though well-maintained, clean, and tidy, a pervasive sense of emptiness could still be distinctly felt.
"You finally showed up."
Lin Fu pushed Lin Qingfeng aside and staggered to a seat, casting an unfriendly glance at her stepfather.
Ever since her stepfather had disappeared and she had been assassinated, she had started to suspect.
During the competition earlier, she had recalled how to use the Purple Moon, which also brought back many past mories, but the circumstances at that ti didn’t allow her to think it through. Now, she finally had the ti.
It turned out this body was originally hers.
She had been reincarnated!
Scenes from her childhood floated in Lin Fu’s mind—a little girl with dark pink hair, exquisitely cute, trying to maintain a serious deanor, holding a small sword, and practicing with a boy even more refined than a little prince.
There were people around, laughing and clapping for them.
Although the little girl’s appearance was different from her current self, she knew it was her.
The boy across from her... was it Lance?
Yes, it was Lance.
That distinct and unique look and deanor were instantly recognizable.
Not only Lance, but she also spotted Celia among the crowd clapping. The others looked familiar, but she couldn’t imdiately place them.
So she had known Celia and Lance since childhood.
What was their relationship?
But to claim now that she was the daughter of a remote planet’s farr, she wouldn’t believe it even if it killed her.
A farr’s daughter wasn’t qualified to be a playmate of Lance.
Her mories were still fragnted, and Lin Fu couldn’t recall much more at the mont. However, she had a strong premonition that her mories were returning and it wouldn’t be long before they fully recovered.
Lin Qingfeng, unnerved by Lin Fu’s gaze, hesitated no longer, and with a thud, knelt on one knee, clenched his right fist over his heart, and respectfully said, "Your subordinate greets Your Highness."
"Huh? Are you joking, Dad?"
Lin Qingfeng’s face turned pale, and he quickly shook his head, "Your subordinate would never dare. Please, Your Highness, call by my na, I wouldn’t dare have you call ’Dad.’"
Was this not asking him to court death?
"Tell !" said Lin Fu, her heart filled with astonishnt, not daring to ask Lin Qingfeng why he was kneeling to her or why he was calling her "Your Highness."
Fearing that speaking further might lead to errors, she also beca inwardly cautious.
Before entering the Military Academy, she had been too naive, truly believing her stepfather was a farr. Now, her perspective and knowledge had changed, and she would never underestimate her stepfather again.
Lin Qingfeng’s aura was in no way less formidable than that of Principal Song Zheng.
It should be noted that Principal Song Zheng was a top ten martial artist in the military.
"Yes!"
Lin Qingfeng wiped his cold sweat. As the Highness hadn’t asked him to rise, he wouldn’t.
Lin Fu narrowed her eyes, studying him, her mind racing. Was Lin Qingfeng very afraid of her? No, it wasn’t fear—it was respect, the obedience of a subordinate to a superior.
"You may rise."
"Yes!"
"Sit and talk."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Lin Qingfeng sat down opposite Lin Fu, and his stern features finally relaxed into a relieved smile, "Your Highness, it’s such a relief to see you. You have no idea how we made fools of the Lost Association, they chased like mad dogs."
"It’s not just the Lost Association, is it?"
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