The so-called father-daughter affection never existed in her world, yet she still repaid it with her loyalty and life.
Hannah was right, she didn't owe the imperial family anything anymore.
It was they who owed her.
Thousands of battles, life and death at stake, for the ambitions of the imperial family, she had been waging wars ceaselessly, without a moment's rest.
Leaving the palace, Wayne Lane was once again pestered by Emma.
Being a princess, every time she went out, she was always dressed in the most lavish and expensive attire.
The gemstone around her neck was worth more than a small planet.
All these were once spoils of war.
Won by Hannah, yet she didn't get a share; she was always in the simplest attire, even the initial mech she used was the unwanted leftover by others.
"Wayne Lane, I called you, why aren't you speaking?"
Emma stepped forward, grabbing Wayne Lane's hand hanging by his side, her face full of innocent joy.