The only consolation was that, though the Emperor was gravely ill, he had not forgotten Princess Zi Ji. He continued to dispatch Shadows to guard the area. Consequently, formidable hidden enemies dared not act rashly.
The young maidservant let out a soft sigh, placed the food down, and quietly withdrew.
Two years! Zi Ji murmured softly, her eyelids drooping. She looked at her clothing; its size was unchanged, hardly varying at all.
Because she hadn't grown. Her small stature remained the same—frail, seemingly unable to withstand a single blow.
Despite her efforts to eat and cultivate, she hadn't managed to change herself.
She wanted to grow up.
"I have not yet met my Master, never been to the Sect, nor seen those fellow disciples. They must be very kind," Zi Ji whispered, once again thinking of Chen Pingping and Guang Xiaoyu.
