At that time, the medicine was really bitter, and the preserves were truly sweet.
It seemed to sweeten his heart; even after almost ten years, Emperor Yongcheng still recalled it vividly.
At this moment, seeing Zheng Nianer kneeling on the ground aggrievedly, with her knees hurting so much that cold sweat dripped down, yet still being reprimanded to admit her wrongs by Lady Hu.
The beautiful and warm images of childhood instantly flashed in his mind. Emperor Yongcheng wiped away Zheng Nianer's tears and helped her up.
Zheng Nianer wanted to stand up, but feared her mother's outburst, so she cast a pleading look at Emperor Yongcheng.
Seeing the familiar little expression, Emperor Yongcheng was once again stirred by past memories.
He couldn't help but curl his lips in a smile and habitually defended Zheng Nianer: "Wet nurse, don't blame Nianer. I know she didn't mean it!"
After all, it was just calling the Empress Dowager an Old Witch.
