The Old Emperor was somewhat bewildered.
Bewildered by the young child before him, who slightly overlapped with the girl in his memory… just a little.
What was her name again? Ah, yes, Moyan.
Could also be called Mo Yan.
Always, that once had been a skinny and tiny short demon girl, with hair yellowed from malnutrition, serving a mistress prone to jealousy, in sum, all the things that shouldn't happen to her, happened.
The short demons were furious, but the Mo family was so powerful and as one of the Eight Pillars, their complaints were loud like thunder but fell softly like raindrops, never reaching that woman's head.
In his youth, he watched this girl live as tenaciously as wild grass, seemingly needing only a bit of sunlight to survive.
He had once deeply adored this smiling girl, until one day, his father arranged a marriage for him.
