Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 202 Young General: Nangong Yunran Extra

"Ranran, you need to get better soon. Your father promised me that he would accompany me back to my hometown when the time comes. You can also meet your grandparents. They miss you very much."

Nangong Yunran sat on her mother's lap, listening to her mother singing the folk songs of Jiangnan gently. Even though she had never been to Jiangnan, Jiangnan was buried in her heart like a seed.

"Mother, is Jiangnan really that beautiful?"

The woman just gently touched her head, and her voice was just like the misty Jiangnan: "It's beautiful. That's where your mother grew up, and it's also where you met your father. Ranran, if you go to Jiangnan in the future, you must go to see the Yangzhou skinny horse, talk to the blind man on the bridge, and taste the lotus roots that have just been dug."

"Mother obviously likes Jiangnan very much. Why did you come to the capital?"

Nangong Yunran looked at the gentle woman in front of her with confusion, always wanting to find an answer. When she went out to play, she would always hear some princes and princesses gossiping about how her mother had an affair with her father without any matchmaker or betrothal, and in an illegal way.

Those people didn't dare to say anything about the emperor, so they threw all the dirty stuff on my mother, calling her a vixen and shameless. Sometimes they would even point at Nangong Yunran's head and curse her.

There were quite a few concubines in the emperor's harem, but each of them was selected through pageantry. Only her mother was a woman brought back to the palace from the common people, so that those princes and princesses always felt that they were superior to Nangong Yunran.

Nangong Yunran was weak and seldom went out. She only half understood what those people said. Although she could not fully understand what these brothers and sisters meant, she felt very sad.

She ran away in tears, but was afraid of making her mother worry, so she thought of going to find her father.

My mother always said that my father was the king of a country and was busy with major issues concerning the people of the world, so he had no time to accompany me.

The mother also said that the man was not only her father, but also the emperor. What she needed more was to respect him rather than longing for the kind of warmth between an ordinary father and daughter.

Nangong Yunran was still young at that time and didn't know all the twists and turns, nor could she understand how her mother felt when she said those words.

Even when she grew up, she still couldn't understand why her mother had trapped herself in the encounter, acquaintance and love with her father, spending countless cold nights in the palace in those short years, while at the same time warning her not to have any expectations of the man who held the power of life and death, and not to desire fatherly love from him.

This is an extremely contradictory and entangled woman.

How could the little Nangong Yunran understand the hidden meaning of her mother's words at that time? She felt very sad after being wronged and wanted to find someone to support her. She didn't understand what kind of creature the emperor was. Instead, with a heart full of admiration for her father, she carefully hid behind the white jade pillar.

My mother said that my father is very busy and I must not disturb him without permission.

But it was also from that time that Nangong Yunran realized for the first time that his parents’ hearts were biased, and that their so-called busyness only depended on the person.

The king, who was busy with all kinds of affairs and high above everyone else, tossed Nangong Qingyang up and down gently with a loving face, and touched Nangong Qingyang with his powerful and strong arms. The laughter of the father and daughter spread throughout the palace, disturbing Nangong Yunran's loneliness.

She watched as Nangong Qingyang was being naughty. He messed up his father's memorials, pulled out his father's beard, and even stood on the table with his hands on his hips, angrily shouting that he was hungry and asked his father to have dinner with him.

On the surface, the emperor had a stern face as he scolded Nangong Qingyang, but his tone was filled with enviable doting.

Nangong Yunran squatted down, crying. She didn't know why she didn't go out. She was like a thief, secretly watching the fatherly love overflowing from others.

Nangong Yunran gradually understood that the high and mighty king also had the same joys, sorrows, anger and happiness as ordinary people, but the object of his emotions was not her. In that person's heart, she was afraid that he had long forgotten the existence of his daughter.

Sometimes, seeing her mother crying but still helping her father sew pajamas, Nangong Yunran couldn't help but say, "Mother, my father won't come. He is either accompanying Concubine Yun or Sister Qingyang's mother. Look at how many needles are stuck on your fingers."

She thought it was just Father Fu’s birthday and nothing big.

Like her, no one has ever celebrated her birthday with her except her mother and Yihuan.

If we were to ask which birthday of Nangong Yunran was the most lively, it would probably be the day she was born. She was born with blessings from some people and resentment from others.

Those people were so vicious that they poisoned my mother when she was pregnant. She was lucky that she was like an indestructible cockroach. She had been to the gates of hell many times. Although she had a strong vitality, the poison still took its toll on her and deprived her of her health.

In the past, my mother always smiled without saying anything, but that time she silently put down the needlework in her hands and gently held her in her arms: "But what can I do? I can only love your father. Only if I continue to love him, he will occasionally think of us mother and daughter. Ranran, mother hopes that your body will recover, hope that you will be safe and happy, and hope that someone can help mother to protect you."

"Ranran, your father is good in one thing. He brought you to me."

It seems that just as everyone said, my mother loved my father like a moth to a flame, and she always endured it no matter what she encountered, but in the end she could not warm my father's heart.

The maidservant beside the mother said, "The queen has actually given up long ago. The only hope that keeps her alive is you, the fifth princess. Men are always mean. They will always have a little pity for the woman who loves them wholeheartedly. In this palace, the queen's family background is the most inconspicuous, and it is also the most relaxing for His Majesty, so the queen's position has risen so quickly. Isn't Princess Qingyang's mother the best example? It doesn't matter if His Majesty likes her, because her family background still hides some thoughts after all."

"Only in this way, when His Majesty comes to visit the Empress occasionally, the eunuchs and palace maids will not dare to neglect their masters, and the doctors in the Imperial Hospital will not be so perfunctory and will seriously take care of the princess' health."

On the day of my father's birthday party, my mother was implicated in a witchcraft scandal.

In that chaotic scene, the hairpin on my mother's head was crooked, and there was blood on her forehead from the teacup thrown by my father. She just looked at me tenderly and apologetically.

It seemed to be saying that mother can no longer protect Ranran.

In fact, Nangong Yunran also learned Nangong Qingyang's method and acted coquettishly and cutely in front of her father, hoping to beg him to spare her mother's life. However, her father just looked at her with a cold frown, and then asked the eunuch to take her back to the palace.

You see, being coquettish and cute depends on the person. It's not that she doesn't work hard enough, or that she isn't well-behaved and sensible enough, but that the human heart is crooked and can't accommodate too many people.