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Meng Fuyao snorted coldly, wracking her brain to recall when she had taken off her mask and who had seen it. But how on earth could she remember when she had taken off her mask in these past few years? And even when she had, the people nearby had either been a girl selling flowers or an old man delivering vegetables. Or perhaps, it had been a child that she had not had her guard up against? Who would remember who had taken down her real appearance? The reason why she wore a mask was that it was convenient to move around in, not because she, in any way, needed to hide it away. How would she have her guard up against something she believed was insignificant?
"Fuyao, my daughter." Feng Xuan no longer bothered himself with Feng Jingfan and, instead, looked up at her and gave her a fatherly smile. With his arms wide open, he gently called to her, "Here, let father take a good look at you."
In the palace, Feng Xuan opened his arms, welcoming Meng Fuyao into his warm embrace as he portrayed