Lin Fu ca to a sudden realization, no wonder the Star Network claid that little Princess Flora was Joseph IV’s favorite.
It would take extre favoritism for the Royal Guard Commander to swear allegiance to a girl only a few years old. It was not sothing done lightly.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling deeply, although she could not rember clearly, that paternal care seed to always surround her. She could hear a man’s gentle voice encouraging her to stand up over and over again, telling her not to be afraid.
Through the haze, she thought she saw a man with a slender figure and short, dusky pink hair, exuding an air of nobility, his smile gentle, his gaze filled with tender affection.
Was this her father?
Joseph IV, a pitiable Emperor who died in a political coup staged by his own brother.
Lin Fu’s heart suddenly ached as if gigantic hands were grasping it, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Ah..."
"Your Highness, Your Highness, how are you?" Lin Qingfeng hurriedly knelt halfway in front of Lin Fu, "Are you feeling unwell? Shall I escort you..."
"No need, I’m fine."
Lin Fu’s forehead was dotted with fine beads of sweat, her complexion pale as she leaned on the couch. Despite bearing no wounds, she exuded a vulnerability as if she were severely injured, "Just call Ah Foo."
"...Alright, Ah Foo."
Lin Qingfeng’s gaze was complex.
"I rembered my father," Lin Fu said with her eyes closed, speaking as though she were recalling a mory, her voice filled with wistfulness, "I rember what he looked like, he was very gentle and kind."
Lin Qingfeng’s eyes brimd with sympathy.
The Princess had not changed at all; the amnesic Princess was like her forr self before the coup—pretending to be serious yet whimsically quirky, she liked to address His Majesty casually as ’Father,’ and when she saw for the first ti, she kindly suggested I call her Ah Foo.
She would even enthusiastically call him Uncle Lin, saying she took a liking to him at first sight.
Even the na Lin Fu after the genetic modification was chosen by Ah Foo herself.
Lin Qingfeng both hoped Ah Foo would recover her mories and hoped she wouldn’t. Because in her amnesia, Ah Foo had once again found past happiness, without the painful guilt of losing her father, without having to live in remorse.
Nor would she have to bear so many burdens and live so coldly.
In recent days, Lin Qingfeng had been watching from the shadows, delighted by Ah Foo’s cheerfulness, yet enraged at those who dared to bully her.
In fact, in Lin Qingfeng’s heart, he had long since treated Ah Foo as his own daughter.
After a long struggle, Lin Qingfeng finally managed to say with difficulty, "Ah Foo, would you co back with ?"
"Have I fulfilled my objective in approaching Fu Xing?" Lin Fu no longer needed to ask herself whether there was a purpose to getting close to Fu Xing—it was self-deception. She also realized that her forr self had set such a big stage, not hesitating to use herself as bait; there must have been a purpose.
"Halfway done."
"Done?" Lin Fu was surprised, for how could it be done when she did not even know what the objective was? Yet, she was not surprised to hear Lin Qingfeng’s response.
Because if it wasn’t done, Lin Qingfeng would not have appeared to take her away.
"Yes."
"So... I used Fu Xing?"
This question was not an easy one for Lin Qingfeng to answer. He wasn’t blind and could see that things seed to be spiraling out of control, and that Her Highness seed to have regrets.
"Did I manipulate Fu Xing? Is that it?"
"It’s not quite manipulation; he was rely a stepping stone on your path to vengeance," Lin Qingfeng consoled her.
Little did he know that this statent was what truly devastated Lin Fu.
"A stepping stone on my path to vengeance? Then, what’s the difference between Evelyn and ? Xiling was her stepping stone to reclaim the Imperial Throne, Fu Xing was my stepping stone on the path to vengeance... Hahaha!"
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