"My adoptive father dotes on me most..."
"He still hasn't married because he's afraid a stepmother would treat me badly, and that the servants would neglect me if he had children of his own."
Her lips were full and richly colored, her brows and eyes shy, like a begonia carefully tended and steeped in spring rain.
The only pity was that she used a wheelchair.
Her adoptive father had made the wheelchair himself, too.
For many years, he had been the only person in her world.
Recently, she had secretly befriended a maid who worked in the laundry room.
"My legs may not be convenient, but I can change my socks, wash up, and do my hair on my own..." Fennong's voice carried a trace of melancholy. "But my adoptive father is always worried about me. He's so busy with government affairs these days, yet he still has to take care of me himself..."
The laundry maid suddenly swallowed. "Then... what about your menstrual cloths?"
Fennong's cheeks turned pink. "Why ask that? Of course the maids take care of them."
But the laundry maid leaned closer, looking startled and doubtful. "But I happened to see... the master came to get them late the night before last, and even drew water in the courtyard himself... to wash them."
Fennong froze. The blush slowly drained from her face.
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On the night she escaped, the wind carried the scent of flowers and lifted the loose strands of hair at her temples. The night dew was cold and damp. Fennong's legs were slightly lame, but she never looked back.
The moat shimmered before her. She suddenly stopped: the bridge ropes had been hoisted high.
Gradually, a sea of torches appeared in the depths of the night. The Imperial Guards parted like a receding tide, revealing a familiar figure.
Her adoptive father, Cui Heyu, walked toward her step by step, smiling.
Bathed in moonlight, he still looked as elegant and composed as ever.
Fennong's calves began to tremble.
"Nongnong." The corners of Cui Heyu's eyes reddened.
He slowly bent down, resting his palm gently against her slightly rounded belly. His voice was soft and low, sighing as he coaxed her.
"It's windy out here. You and the baby... can't take it."
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1. Twelve-year age gap. The male lead is sexually inexperienced, and they are not related by blood.
2. The female lead has trouble walking at the beginning, but recovers later.
The blurb was finalized on February 18, 2026. There are chat screenshots and other evidence.
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