From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Having lost her mother, any words seemed pale at this moment, and she didn't know what to say.

Prince Duan was not in the mood to entertain the guests. Thinking of his son's condition, he said, "Ting'er, since your friend is here, you can take her downstairs to have some food. I guess Miss Meng hasn't had dinner yet before she came."

Meng Liu was about to refuse out loud, but received a hint from Prince Duan. He guessed that Fu Wenting might not have eaten all day, so he silently accepted it.

Fu Wenting nodded and took her to the side hall, where the maid brought two bowls of vegetarian noodles.

"Would you like to have some food with me?" she suggested.

Fu Wenting didn't have much of an appetite, but it was Meng Liu's first time to see him, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so he agreed and picked up the chopsticks beside him.

As I was eating, tears started falling from my eyes like beads from a broken string.

Every year on his birthday, his mother would cook noodles for him.

Meng Liu sighed and took out a handkerchief, but instead of handing it to him, he silently approached and wiped away his tears himself.

Fu Wenting sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you here today? I wrote you so many letters before, but you didn't come."

Although the tone was questioning, Meng Liu could still hear the strong sense of grievance in it.

"Your palace is too prestigious. I didn't dare to come here before..."

"Liar."

He looked at her with red eyes, his red lips slightly pursed, and his cheeks bulged into round arcs: "You are lying. You are afraid that being associated with the palace will be detrimental to your father's career."

Meng Liu didn't expect that an eight-year-old child was so perceptive. Since he had discovered it, she had nothing to hide.

"Well, you're right. I have to consider my family after all. I can't let my father get into trouble because of me."

Fu Wenting was a little depressed when he heard this. Thinking of what his mother had said, he held her hand tightly and said, "What if I'm not the little prince, and my father is not Prince Duan, would you be willing to be friends with me?"

"Of course." Meng Liu raised her eyebrows without hesitation. Seeing his better-looking face, she added, "We are friends now. If we were not friends, I would not reply to your letters."

Fu Wenting burst into laughter, and then started crying again while laughing.

He hugged her waist sadly and leaned his head on Meng Liu's chest: "I don't have a mother anymore..."

Meng Liu was stunned for a moment by his action. If the boy was not only eight years old, she would have thought he was taking advantage of her.

"Your mother will be watching you from heaven, so you have to eat well and grow up quickly, okay?"

Fu Wenting nodded in her arms: "But I'm still very sad."

Meng Liu pulled him away, with a fist's distance between them: "Do you know what true death is?"

Fu Wenting shook his head with tears in his eyes. His mother was lying in the cold coffin and would never speak again. Isn't this true death?

"True death is when no one in the world remembers her anymore." She touched his head, "So as long as we still remember Princess Duan in our hearts, it doesn't count as death. She will always live in our hearts."

"Is that right?"

"Well, when you miss her, just look up to the sky. Your mother must be blessing you from above."

After comforting Fu Wenting for a long time, Meng Liu returned home in the night.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned home, I was called over by Meng Qian'an.

He sat in the study, looking very angry: "Do you know what mistake you made today?"

"Please let me know, father."

Meng Qian: "As a woman, your behavior affects the reputation of your family and your own future. Didn't you think about the consequences before you act?"

Meng Liu pulled up a smile and said, "It's because I thought too much that I avoided it before. Can't I go and mourn for my friend who lost his father at a young age?"

Meng Qianan looked at her with complicated eyes: "Do you know the relationship between Prince Duan and the current emperor?"

"know."

"Recently in the court, Your Majesty has repeatedly challenged Prince Duan. His military power will soon be lost. Once the 100,000 Northwest Army is taken back by Your Majesty, Prince Duan's fate can be imagined. It is not a good idea to get close to them at this time. If you don't think about yourself, you should think more about your mother and brother."

Meng Qian'an knew how to pinch people's skin. He didn't even mention himself, but only talked about his mother and brother.

Seeing that she didn't say anything and thought she was persuaded by him, he continued to advise her: "A woman should be well-educated and chaste. You are engaged now. Although the little prince is a child, he is already eight years old. You should not ignore the difference between men and women and have frequent contact with him. This will not only tarnish your reputation, but may also lead you astray."

Meng Liu looked at him in shock. Is he crazy? What does an eight-year-old know? Although she knew that in ancient times, boys and girls did not sit at the same table after the age of seven, this was too exaggerated.

Just by talking to a child for a few words, his reputation was tarnished and he was led astray.

Meng Qian'an's words are somewhat alarmist.

"My daughter knows." What can I do? I can't just be stubborn and have a fight with him.

Meng Qian'an looked at his daughter who had grown into a beautiful young lady and felt a little emotional. His wife had always been in charge of all matters in the rear house. Apart from asking about Meng Dingfeng and his youngest son's studies, he didn't pay much attention to his daughter.

When she came to her senses, she found that the eldest daughter had grown into such a beautiful girl. Not only could she help her mother manage the household, but she was also well-organized in handling external affairs and had the demeanor of a lady of noble character.

Now, she has attracted the prince of the princess's mansion with her beautiful face.

It has to be said that this is the most outstanding one among all his sons. What a pity. If he were a man, both father and son would have served as officials in the court together, and the Meng family would surely have been able to reach a higher level.

Thinking of this, he said gently: "It is a great virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them. Your father believes that you can understand the key. Remember, no matter when, always put the reputation and future of the Meng family first, and think twice before doing anything."

This matter is raised high and put down lightly.

In the next half month, Fu Wenting would still write to her as usual, but the letters only talked about his daily life and did not invite her to Prince Duan's Mansion.

Sometimes growing up happens in a flash, and he was so considerate that Meng Liu felt a little embarrassed.

I met Gu Zhige again, and their relationship was lukewarm. He acted properly in everything, but he was different from Jian Youning in the previous world. He was always trembling with fear, afraid that Meng Liu would dislike him and be angry.

So I seemed a little timid when facing her.

She had suspected more than once that he was not the male lead, but after looking through all the people around her, she found that no one was more outstanding than him.

Those who have good family background and good looks are either idiots or playboys, while those who have bad family background look average.

Logically speaking, the male protagonist should be the best person in all aspects.

So Meng Liu didn't waste his efforts and just thought that he and he had different personalities.