"And then what?"

Xia Chen held the trembling Princess Pingyang, his emotions intense and tinged with sorrow.

"When His Majesty found us, I was already three years old. As a child, I didn't understand what was happening, but the night before we left that village, I saw with my own eyes... my father killing my mother!"

Princess Pingyang's voice trembled as she bit her lip, trying to calm her emotions.