After my mother's death, I was sent to the palace by my father. Since then, my uncle and Her Majesty the Empress have become my reborn parents, and the crown prince and brother have become my own brothers and sisters. My own father, on the other hand, rarely came to visit me.

For a while, I couldn't quite understand him. I really don't understand why my father, who loved me since I was a child, suddenly ignored me after my mother's death.

Later, under the explanation of Her Majesty the Empress, I finally understood. It turns out that my father and I have the same knot. We all feel that we killed our mothers, and we all have the guilt that we can't get rid of, and the regret that we can't bear.

I don't know if Daddy is having nightmares like me.

The prince's brother has confessed, don't tell anyone about this. So Daddy didn't know I had nightmares. But when my father had nightmares, would he be as afraid of me as I was and not tell me?

I don't know, and I don't want to figure it out. All I know is that my father is very sad, and when he sees me, he thinks of my mother's death. Because he couldn't bear the pain in his heart, he rarely came to see me.

But it doesn't matter, I don't mind at all. I just miss him too much. I just want to care about my dad and spend more time with him. Daddy should be lonely, and he should miss his mother very much.

Daddy has a mansion outside the palace, and this prime minister's mansion is of course a reward from Her Majesty the Empress. I heard that Her Majesty the Empress originally wanted to reward the Prime Minister's Mansion was very large, but Daddy didn't ask for it, only asked for a small mansion, with no more than ten houses and no more than ten maids. This is a rarity in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Daddy decorated his room like the room between Daddy and his mother. Every time I go back, I feel quite uncomfortable when I enter this room.

The jade flute used by my mother before her death was hung next to the window of the room, and my father often opened the window to face the flowering courtyard and plucked the strings of the zither under the window. The melodious piano rhyme, such as crying and complaining, lingering and mourning, seems to be unable to tell the sorrow in the heart, and the listener is also overwhelmed.

I didn't scratch, I always crept into the room, quietly stood behind him, quietly removed the jade flute hanging by the window, and blew it gently across my lips.

It's like back then, when my father and mother played together.

The sound of my flute and my father's piano work together perfectly.

The mountains and rivers flow, the boya period, this is the realm of the father's mother. And I, I can't reach the realm of my mother, but the flute still permeates the lingering thoughts, and the family affection that can't be dissolved is melted into every note and every melody. Emotionally, my dad and I are connected. Because they are connected, they are harmonious.

Whenever he finished playing such a song with his father, he stopped plucking the strings, stood up, turned around, and took me into his arms. And it was only at this time that I felt that the father who loved me in the past was back.

The long, jade, gentle and elegant father is always twisted between his eyebrows. The sorrow that was so thick that it could not be dissolved flowed between the eyebrows. I couldn't help but raise my eyes and quietly reach out my fingers, trying to smooth them gently.

Daddy smiled sadly, grabbed my hand, and said softly, "I'm sorry......"

I don't know what Daddy is sorry for me, and I somehow replied with three words: "I'm sorry ......"

Daddy seemed to burst into tears.

To disguise himself, he took me into his arms again and rested his chin on top of my head.

"Ling'er, my little Ling'er, time is running out. I'm going to teach you everything I know about medicine. Xiao Ling'er, you are good. Her Majesty the Empress is your Bole, and Her Royal Highness the Crown Prince is your umbrella. From now on, you can live for them. ”