Feng Yin and his wife looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh: No wonder, no wonder they encountered such a big disaster!

Think about it, as a prince of a different surname, you are also very capable and now you have a daughter who is treated the same as the emperor's daughter.

The couple even spoiled their only child. When they walked outside, they were not only bigger than the real princess, but even bigger than the most favored prince.

Isn’t this a sign of the impending family extermination in the feudal dynasty?

The so-called desire to perish will lead to madness.

Can this couple not be afraid or even wary of this person?

Zhang Yiming saw Feng Yin’s bitterness in his heart, and reached out to pat her on her back to soothe her emotions to the extreme.

Feng Yin pursed her lips and took several deep breaths before she recovered from that messy state.

The two of them said nothing and continued to look down.

Only then did they realize that when their daughter was four years old, Huang Jiyun gave birth to another child, and she was a male.

In order to express his love for his children, on the day of his birth, Qin Heng approached the emperor and asked the prince to be appointed as the prince.

Feng Yin could see that this file was Huang Jiyun recording every detail of her coming to this world in the form of a log.

About Qin Heng’s first sixteen or seven years of experience was pieced together by people around her after she came to this world.

The information stopped when Princess Zhaoyue was six years old, three months and twenty days old.

It is also the third day after the birth of the prince of the Town King.

This can prove that this day was the date of the demise of the King of Zhen.

After watching it, Feng Yin felt as if she was exhausted, and her whole body was soft on the seat.

Zhang Yiming hurriedly took her into his arms and patted her silently, giving her strength.

Feng Yin leaned against the man's arms and murmured to himself: "So my name is Qin Peihuang."

Zhang Yiming listened to the name she said, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This name is really enough...

Anyway, Zhang Yiming thinks that this name is not as good as Feng Yin’s current name, it’s really too...

Forget it, parents-in-law, he is not easy to complain about.

Let's just comfort the woman in your arms first.

He held her and patted her back with his big hand, allowing her to rest first.

Feng Yin thought about the brother who was only three days old, and his eyelids couldn't help but thrive.

The heart seemed to be held tightly, and it felt extremely uncomfortable.

She suddenly sat upright and looked at Zhang Yiming uneasy.

His lips moved, but he didn't spit out a word.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Yiming quickly dunked her tea and wrote on the coffee table: "Yinyin, what's wrong?"

Feng Yin's heart was so painful that she was also touched by tea and wrote: "You said, is my brother with his parents..."

She didn't dare to write down the following words.

She was afraid that she would write it, so it became an unchangeable fact.

Zhang Yiming: "Don't scare yourself. Maybe your parents have other arrangements for your brother."

"Think about this era of boyishness, you have arranged so many guards around you, so how can you have fewer people around your brother?"

Feng Yin looked at the words he wrote, not only did he not relax at all, but he became heavier.

The child was only three days old at that time, how could he withstand the long-distance rush and the long distance?

As she thought about it, liquid was silently overflowing from her eyes.

Suddenly, countless scenes flashed in her mind, making her brain swell as if it was about to explode, and it hurts so badly.

She hit her head with both hands, which was about to explode, her face pale and her body completely softened.

"Ying?Ying!Ying!!"
Chapter completed!