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Chapter 1874 - 442: Life’s Grace, Life Is Like a Play (Part 4)
The devotion in his eyes, if condensed into power, would be enough to destroy heaven and earth.
"I have a daughter; she is the most precious gift bestowed upon me by heaven. Now, after all this effort, I have found her, and here, I shall grant her the supreme identity to stand by my side and protect my country and people..."
A commotion erupted beneath the stage.
Yun Miao clenched her fists tightly.
The woman gently waved her hand, and the sound below vanished instantly.
"Today, as the monarch of Country Bauhinia, I proclaim to the world the royal decree of Princess Shengxi, to bless my country henceforth with timely rains and smooth winds, peace and prosperity."
Shengxi... translated from Sanskrit, means one of a kind.
The only, the most noble...
"Hey...it’s like a religious ceremony..." Agunara muttered under his breath, craning his neck to see what the Princess looked like.
With the sound of intense music, at the end of the red carpet, two elaborately dressed maids first appeared.
The black and golden figure finally emerged; the girl wore heavy and ancient black and gold with an air of magnificence and authority. Seeing her, Agunara couldn’t resist snapping his fingers, earning a glare from Milaiden.
"Good, her figure is an absolute marvel..."
Her skin contrasted against the black, nearly reflective white, a supple waist elegant and slender, like a bamboo shoot rising from the black earth, tender and delicious...
Agunara couldn’t help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips; with a body like this, even if her face were ugly as a ghost, he would accept it.
In truth, with such a perfect figure, her looks were unlikely to disappoint.
The girl walked steadily on the red carpet, her skirt trailing a long arc behind, with every move revealing unrivaled elegance.
The sunlight suddenly grew intense, and as the girl approached, her face gradually became blurred under the bright sun.
Everyone gazed at the girl approaching gracefully, silent all around.
When the girl stood in the center of the stage, her indifferent eyes quietly looked at the woman before her. A storm brewed deep in her eyes but was all concealed beneath the calm surface.
She opened her lips to speak: "Long time no see."
Yes, long time no see, across past and present lives, two or three decades ago, so long that she almost forgot her appearance.
Yet now, so clearly reflected in her eyes.
A mother-daughter reunion should be a joyful comedy, but in her heart, there was only deeply repressed bitterness and hatred.
Those sleepless nights of restless despair, midnight terrors, relentless torment, all found their outlet at this moment. But she couldn’t cry; she couldn’t cry; she had to smile.
She hadn’t noticed, among the crowd, there was a different gaze, unlike the mundane astonishment, this gaze was filled with deep regret and self-blame, never wavering, as if she would disappear with just a blink.
Yun Ya, this was Yun Ya, his twin sister Yun Ya, after so much wandering, he finally saw her.
He suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, his heartbeat intensified, and some pain throbbed, gritting his teeth firmly.
Miaomiao, is that you?
The remaining consciousness of the true Yun Miao within him, his only concern, was his sister. This obsession rooted in his heart; only upon seeing Yun Ya would he react this intensely.
He smiled lightly.
Don’t worry, I will protect her well, not letting her suffer any more grievances and pain, you can rest assured.
The pain gradually faded, he raised his gaze to look at the noble and elegant girl on the stage, the corner of his mouth gently lifted.
"Baby Girl... Mother has finally found you." The woman suddenly embraced her into her arms.
Yun Ya instantly stiffened in place, forcibly suppressing the urge to push her away, an overwhelming nausea in her stomach.
Baby Girl... Her grandfather often called her this when she was little; in the southern regions, it’s a common affectionate nickname from elders to girls, meaning darling, widespread like Niuniu in the north, nine out of ten girls were called Baby Girl in their childhood.
But Ji Lanyi hated this nickname because she thought it sounded too cheap and lowly, even quarreled fiercely with her grandfather over it. Since then, her grandfather never called her by that pet name again.
So, Ji Lanyi, don’t you find it ironic?
The queen people desire is noble, kind, and compassionate; even if she’s secretly vicious and cunning, at this moment, the image in her citizens’ eyes is just too fitting.