Tears blurred her vision.
Qi Bingshuang seemed to see the child who was just learning to speak, tugging at her skirt and calling her "sister."
Back then in the Beiqi Palace, a conspiring concubine ruled, and only she and Guanglie, the two of royal blood, survived.
Even though they were not born of the same mother, their affection for one another was extraordinary.
When her mother was poisoned to death by the concubine, it was the not-yet-three-year-old Qi Guanglie who stayed with her day and night.
"Sister, don't worry, Guanglie will protect you. No one can harm us."
Now that she thought about it, his words were still exceptionally clear.
"Guanglie, you promised to protect your sister. You are the future monarch of Beiqi, and a ruler's word is his bond—you cannot break your promise."
She murmured as she cried, tears falling onto Qi Guanglie's hand.
Qi Guanglie's complexion was pale as paper, and although he furrowed his brow, he ultimately did not wake up.
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