'How could one accept this?
'Father has promised me that he would let Nan Xian take me as his wife after I settled this matter.
'Ridiculous…
'Fortunately, I don't really trust his promise again!'
Nan Luo pursed her lips; she lowered her gaze, which carried a sadness that could not be erased...
***
In the palace hall.
The walkway was quite dark.
The further they walked, the more uneasy Feng Ruqing's expression became.
Her gaze was tinged with tension, and her hand tightly held Nan Xian's hand.
Fu Chen and Qing Han obediently stood next to Feng Ruqing and did not make any movements; their eyes looked ahead, their faces sunk.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light ahead. Feng Ruqing subconsciously reached out to block her eyes. However, when she put down her hand, she saw a garden in front of her. Nan Xian and the two little kids had suddenly disappeared.
"Nan Xian! Fu Chen! Qing Han!"
