"Fan'er......" she said halfway through her words, and then hesitated to continue, "When you get to the front hall later, you can be patient...... You still have injuries on your body, and my mother is worried about you......"

"I know, mother."

All she knew all along, all she knew, was to grovel in order to survive. But does their repeated concessions really work?

She, Mu Fan, is the daughter of the concubine of the General's Mansion. But it is like an ant in the general's mansion, trampled on. She looked at herself in the mirror, obviously twelve or thirteen years old, but there was no trace of blood in the pale. The already big eyes, on the thin face, are even bigger and excessive.

The pale yellow satin dress was the only one she could wear. The rest are all coarse linen clothes like the next person. The big sleeves were empty on her body, and her long black hair was simply coiled into a bun at the back of her head.

Walking down the long dark corridor, she made her way to the antechamber.

I haven't seen my father for about a year, and I have the impression that the majestic general is more like a stranger on top. Except when he was at home, he said hello in the morning and evening. There seemed to be no other words between him and her.

If it weren't for his indifference, how could she and her mother be so bleak? She hated him, even more than that hateful lady.

"The daughter greets her father, and the father is blessed." As soon as the delicate voice came out, a trace of tenderness appeared on the general's originally unsmiling face.

A little girl who was so small before leaving, but now standing in front of her eyes is already slim. The long skirt embroidered with pink peach blossoms made her little face crimson and delicate. A silver-white wide belt around the waist outlines a slender figure. A pair of pearl hairpins and silver silk tassels on the head, every step of the way, jumping delicate and cute.

"Huang'er, come to me." The general looked at his daughter, turned his head to King Chen, and said, "This is Weichen's eldest daughter, Mu Huang, who is one year younger than King Chen. In the future, the little girl can take King Chen to familiarize himself with the environment in the house. ”

"Weichen also has a little daughter named ......"

"Huang'er greets His Royal Highness King Chen."

Chen Dynasty glanced at her and smiled lightly.

Mu Fan, who was standing in the dark, looked at the scene not far away and felt ridiculous. I wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly a mischievous thought suddenly occurred in my heart. At this moment, the mother and daughter should be the last thing they want to see her appear, right?

She curled the corners of her mouth and snorted coldly. Slowly, he walked towards the blinding light.

"Blessed father." She ignored the eyes around her that were enough to kill her, and she was so cold that she owed a debt to herself.

It was a harmonious scene just now, and it froze all at once.

King Chen looked at this uninvited guest with interest, although he looked poor and pitiful, there was a stubbornness in his eyes that he did not admit defeat.

"This is Weichen's youngest daughter, Mu Fan."

Although this is her own daughter, she is not as close to her as her eldest daughter. Over time, the general had a lot less affection for this daughter. Including her mother, it seems that she doesn't remember her very much.

"Mu Fan's mother, she is frail and sick all the year round, Fan'er, look at the time, it's not too early, shouldn't you go and serve your mother?" The eldest lady couldn't wait for this annoying Mu Fan, and immediately disappeared from her eyes.

"Auntie, rest assured, the mother knows that her father is back, and she specially orders her daughter to accompany her father more."

One sentence turned the eldest lady's face black, but in the presence of King Chen and the general, she was not good at attacking on the spot.

Little hooves, hard wings? See what I'll teach you a lesson!