When Chang'an was three years old, he liked to squat by the door when he had nothing to do, waiting for his father's return.

When she heard the sound of the official boots stepping on the ground gradually, she screamed in surprise and rushed into her father's arms. Chen Tunan held her with one hand and gently scraped the tip of her nose with the other. Wen Ran smiled, "Why is Xiao Chang'an sitting at the door again today?"

When Chang'an heard this, he just sat in his father's arms and giggled.

When she grew up a little longer, she suddenly realized that her father had fewer and fewer days to go home. At first, she went home once every three days, and then it lasted until half a month. Later, she never came back once a month. She lay beside her mother, sighed and asked, "Why aren't my father coming back today?"

Every time my mother hears this, she will turn her face away and Yin angrily said, "It's not because of you!"

At that time, Xiao Chang'an was always stunned. She didn't know why her mother had to lose her temper at her. Later, she became a little older and realized that her father had already had another home outside.

When Chang'an first met Aunt Lan, she felt that she was so beautiful and so friendly. She held Chang'an in her arms and carefully peeled lychees for her to eat. Chang'an always looked at Aunt Lan with his eyes wide open. At this time, Aunt Lan would smile and said, "I would have such a beautiful and lovely daughter."

Chen Tunan always laughed when he heard this, "Is Chang'an your daughter too?"

After hearing this, Chang'an felt a little reluctant.

You are not my mother, but why am I your daughter?

It was also at this time that Chang'an suddenly realized that men can have three wives and four concubines.

Changping, Changxing, Changxuan, when her three younger brothers and sisters all fell to the ground, Aunt Lan's favor for Chang'an did not decrease at all.

Faced with her mother's coldness, Chang'an always likes to go to Aunt Lan's house. Aunt Lan taught her to embroidery and Changqing taught her to ride a horse, but her father often took her to the suburbs to play. During that time, she was always happy and comfortable.

The father helped her to the horse, and she held the reins tightly and did not dare to move. However, the father corrected his face and said sternly, "My Chen Tunan's daughter just wants to be fearless!" After that, he let his hand go and let the horse gallop away.

Whenever this happened, Changqing would always ride another horse to accompany her and said warmly, "Chang'an, don't be afraid, brother is here."

She mustered up her courage, poked her head out and looked back, and found that her father was standing far away from her and smiling at her.

Such a smile stopped on my father's face for a long time, and I have never forgotten it for the past decade since Chang'an.

But those days are gone forever.

The two men she loved the most, her brother Chen Changqing and her father Chen Tunan, were all gone with her at this time. She was the only one who lived alone in this world.

She, Chen Chang'an, was once the father's proudest daughter, and she will always be like this.

Chen Chang'an returned to Chen Mansion in Lin'an twice, but they actually came to attend the funeral, once for her brother and this time for her father.

Unlike last time, she didn't even see her father's last side this time. What she saw again was that he was lying in the coffin with a peaceful look. She lay on the edge of the coffin and cried sadly, refusing to let go of her hand.

The last time she met her father, she held her father's hand like this, feeling his warmth and his old man Cang.

If she had known that it was the last side, she would definitely not let go.

She looked at her father, so calm, as if she had just fallen asleep, without any pain. He was just an old man over fifty years old, and he was completely different from the majesty of Chen Tunan, the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang.

She would rather he not be.

Chen Chang'an lay on the closed coffin for a long time, and her tears had dried up, but she refused to stand up for a long time.

At some point, Aunt Lan had already stood beside her. She reached out to help her up and called out in a warm voice, "Chang'an."

The call of "Chang'an" made her feel warm. How long has it been since she heard her family call her like this? People now call her "Imperial Concubine", and some old slaves also call her "Girlfriend". She doesn't seem to have a name in this family. Only when Aunt Lan calls her like this at this time can she feel a little warmth.

"Don't be sad anymore. Your father will inevitably feel uneasy when he sees you like this in the sky." Aunt Lan said, and shed two lines of tears in a daze. She turned her face and wiped it away quietly, turned around and wanted to pull Chang'an up from the ground.

Before Chang'an stood up, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps approaching. When he raised his eyes, he saw her mother.

How long has it been since her biological mother, the eldest lady of the Shen Mansion, been standing side by side with her?

"Why are you crying? You are useless, which killed your father."

Chen's mother's voice came into Chang'an's ears coldly, like a blade, piercing Chang'an's heart hard.

She suddenly raised her head, her voice trembling, "What did my mother just say..."

"Oh, the eldest lady is too sad, this..."

"You don't have the right amount to speak here!" Chen's mother roared angrily and stared at Aunt Lan with her eyes burning.

"The master was ordered to go to the edge of the Yellow River. Why didn't you be by his side to persuade him? If the master goes, you can't get rid of it!" The angry voice suddenly lit up in his mother's eyes. When Aunt Lan heard this, she immediately burst into tears. "What are the words of the eldest lady? The emperor's order, how dare I persuade him..."

Chen's mother laughed coldly and looked at Chang'an again and said, "Chang'an, aren't you the emperor's favorite concubine? You just watched your father die, I really raised you as a daughter in vain!"

Chang'an's pupils suddenly opened and he stared at her mother in disbelief.

Her mother has always been easy-going in everyone's eyes, always.

Every time my mother looks at Chu Luo, she always just smiles with a smile.

It was not until this moment that Chen Chang'an suddenly realized that it was awe, just out of awe of his identity as a prince and emperor, and that's all.

Chang'an wanted to say something else, but Changping had already heard the sound and rushed in, "Have you made enough trouble yet!"

Changping is eighteen years old and taller than his father when he was young. He just stood there straight, his eyes wide open, "My father has not been buried yet, but you are already arguing here!"

He Yingying looked at Chang'an, tears seemed to slip through his eyes. He endured it hard and said sternly, "It's not easy for elder sister to live in the palace, but do you still blame her?"

Mother Chen was speechless by this sentence. She looked at Changping angrily, still unwilling to say, "Are you coming out of the side room? As soon as the master left, are you thinking about being the master?"

Changping smiled coldly, and looked at Chen's mother without any concession. "I am not in charge of the family, so it is naturally not the eldest lady who has the final say."

"You--" Mrs. Chen was so angry that she trembled. She pointed her finger at Changping, covering her heart, and couldn't say a word.

"Changping, don't say anything more! Why don't you apologize to the eldest lady!" Aunt Lan was also very angry and stepped forward to pull Changping and asked him to kneel down, "Kneel down!"

"I did nothing wrong, why do you have to kneel down?!"

"I am your mother, I will kneel down if I ask you to kneel down!"

Aunt Lan had a fierce argument with Changping, and Changle, who was hiding behind and watching the scene, couldn't help crying.

Chang'an hurriedly went up to protect Changle. Facing the absurd scene in front of him, he angrily said, "Enough!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at Chang'an in dismay.

Chang'an knew that she was the eldest daughter of the entire Shen family, and she could never give in and could no longer be cowardly.

She walked to Changping, tried her best to restrain her endless emotions, and suddenly said, "Changping, my father is gone, my brother is not here anymore. You are the eldest son of this family. Everything about my father, including his position as the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, needs to be inherited. You must not be discouraged."

When Changping heard this, Seser turned his face away. Chang'an clearly heard the sound of his teeth colliding and said in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"The position of the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang has long disappeared. It is a man named Hu who has taken over the position of the master." Mrs. Chen spoke coldly, with a stingy tone.

Chang'an blinked, "What?!"

"Chang'an." Aunt Lan walked to Chang'an and comforted her, "We will not fight or fight for that position. If Changping can be safe for a lifetime, we will feel at ease."

"Why don't you fight?" Chang'an said angrily, as if he could hear the burning sound of fire in his chest, "Father dies and sons are the rule of our dynasty. Why can we let people at will?"

Aunt Lan looked at Chang'an and sighed softly, as if helpless, "The emperor means, we have no right to disobey."

Chang'an's eyes were so angry that it was filled with hatred that surged in her heart.

It's the emperor, and the emperor.

What the hell is he going to do with her?

Mrs. Chen seemed to see Chang'an's thoughts. Her eyes swept over Aunt Lan's face intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a deep voice, "The emperor is very fond of Zhaoyi. If you can't win over the emperor's heart, let Changxuan enter the palace to accompany you."

When Chang'an heard this, his heart felt as desolate as ice.

This is what her mother said? What she actually said was what her biological mother said? She wanted to send her sister to the palace and to the emperor just to assist her on one side?

"We Changxuan will never enter the palace!" Aunt Lan seemed to be annoyed by this sentence, and immediately said angrily, "Changxuan is my daughter, I will definitely not call her into the palace!"

Chang'an raised his head and looked at Aunt Lan. She was a fireworks woman, and at this moment she was even more distinctive than her mother, a lady who was well-read in poetry and books.

It was clearly a hot summer day, but Chang'an felt extremely desolate when he was in this vast house.

This world has completely abandoned her.

Without her brother and father, the person she loved the most was surrounded by colorful flowers.

It's really cold and cold.

Chang'an laughed furiously, but at this moment, she had an extremely clear consciousness.

It's time for her to fight back, it's time for her to punish those people. She can't watch them destroy everything she has with her own eyes, absolutely not.

Chang'an stood up tremblingly, his eyes never as firm as this moment.

Her fingers slid over the iron nails that emerged from the door railing, and oozing out a trace of blood, which immediately dyed her entire fingertips red. She looked at them blankly, without feeling a trace of pain at all.

Now, no pain is painful in her heart.
Chapter completed!