Fengyu held Fang Lingjun gently and comforted her in a soft voice. This old, sorrowful story was heartbreakingly tragic—for the General, the Princess, and Miss Li, all of them alike.
The most pitiful was Fang Chuning!
Fang Lingjun had not known true happiness since she learned of it. She would rather have never gone to Yangzhou, never known this matter, and been deceived inside a bubble, living as a happy fool.
"Who told you about this?" Fengyu tenderly wiped Fang Lingjun's tears. "Could it be a lie?"
Fang Lingjun shook her head. "After Miss Li's death, her nursemaid returned to Yangzhou. Father had even assisted her son. That day, I was in a bad mood, and the nursemaid harbored resentment toward me, so she talked back to me. I ordered her to be punished, and in her madness, she revealed everything about the past to me."
"Did you ask the General about it?"
