The moment those words “completely naked” appeared, all of Feng Zhaoxuan’s thoughts were instantly pulled away.
In her mind, she couldn’t help but replay a scene from last year—by the trees along the official road.
【Honestly, that guy was a bit miserable, but he really was eye-catching.】
【His skin was so fair, like top-grade jade, almost glowing in the forest.】
She clicked her tongue inwardly.
【And those muscle lines… tsk tsk, so smooth and tight. One bit more and he’d look bulky, one bit less and he’d look weak—every inch was exactly in my aesthetic zone.】
【Especially when he was hanging upside down, that fragile near-death helplessness mixed with that strong body… the contrast was insane.】
The entire Golden Throne Hall fell into dead silence.
Not a needle could be heard.
In the court ranks, Feng Zhaokai’s hand gripping his jade tablet tightened slightly.
Naked?
Muscle lines?
What exactly had his sister been looking at?
What kind of filthy things had she seen?
And what wild man was it, daring to dirty his sister’s eyes?!
In the front row, Feng Huai’an staggered, blood rushing to his head. He nearly lost his balance.
Those were words from a disaster zone!
Absolutely words from a disaster zone!
What kind of girl constantly thinks about this?!
At the highest seat, Emperor Xiao Jueshen’s fingers—once lightly tapping the armrest—suddenly froze.
His deep eyes turned toward Feng Zhaoxuan with a trace of scrutiny.
The Northern Commander is not yet married, yet she has already seen a man’s naked body?
And she described it in such… vivid detail?
Just what kind of man was it, to earn such praise from her?
The system chuckled, breaking the suffocating silence.
【Host! You’re focusing on the wrong thing!】
【This Ji Ning is not only the young man you once saved—he’s also the first person in this world who ever truly devoted himself to you!】
【The first?】
Feng Zhaoxuan’s attention was instantly pulled back.
【Even earlier than my so-called “fan club of admirers”?】
【Of course!】
The system sounded almost proud, as if it had orchestrated it itself.
【Your bond started when you were just four years old!】
Four years old?
Feng Zhaoxuan was stunned.
She tried to dig through her memory, but only found fragments of eating, sleeping, and casually raising her still-young older brothers.
Where would she have met some boy back then?
【I don’t remember anything like that. Don’t fool me.】
【This system never lies!】
To prove its innocence, the system immediately activated a memory playback.
Above the Golden Hall, a glowing illusion unfolded.
The air shimmered.
A slightly dilapidated old courtyard appeared under the heavy summer heat, cicadas crying loudly.
In the corner, a tiny four-year-old Feng Zhaoxuan was squatting.
Her hair was tied into two little sprout buns, wearing a pink dress, her chubby little bottom raised as she stared intensely at ants moving across the ground.
Her round cheeks puffed slightly in concentration, eyelashes fluttering like tiny fans.
So adorable that everyone’s heart softened.
Even the emperor.
The entire court—including the emperor—felt their hearts melt.
So this was the Northern Commander as a child?
Too cute.
Too dangerous.
Want to hug.
Want to steal her home.
Feng Huai’an stared at his daughter in the projection, eyes so soft they could drip water.
His little Zhaoxuan had always been an angel.
Then the scene shifted beyond the courtyard wall.
Next door, a slightly older girl stood with hands on hips, scolding a much smaller boy on the ground.
The boy was around three years old, beautiful like a porcelain doll, but his eyes were dull with shock.
“Your mother doesn’t want you! Your father is dead! You’re cursed—they all died because of you!”
Every word was poison.
“You’re a jinx! Why did you come here and steal my parents?!”
The boy’s large eyes filled with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
The girl leaned closer, voice cold like a curse.
“Do you know what ‘death’ means? It means you’ll never, ever see them again. They turned into dirt, eaten by worms. You’ll never see them again!”
For a three-year-old child, death was an abstract concept.
But now it was violently torn open in front of him.
The fragile thread snapped.
The boy’s pupils widened.
He began gasping for air, his small body trembling violently, face turning red.
Then he collapsed.
“Hey, are you going to die too?!”
The girl screamed and ran inside, slamming the door shut.
At that moment, the little Feng Zhaoxuan outside heard the noise.
She tilted her head, then quickly ran over on her short legs.
The door was latched from inside.
Too high for her.
But she calmly moved a stone stool, climbed up with effort, and click—opened the latch.
Inside, she saw the boy lying on the ground, eyes rolling back.
Most children would have cried.
She did not.
She only frowned slightly, thinking.
Then she pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with a bunny from her small pouch.
She ran over and gently covered his mouth and nose.
“Don’t be afraid. Follow me… slowly inhale… slowly exhale…”
Feng Zhaoxuan’s inner voice appeared.
【This was my fourth year after transmigrating. I still remembered a simple treatment for respiratory alkalosis. Good thing I watched enough videos.】
The system immediately started its enthusiastic explanation.
【Nice! This is hyperventilation syndrome!】
【When someone gets too emotional and breathes too fast, they blow off too much CO₂, causing acid-base imbalance!】
【If you make them re-inhale some of their exhaled air, it stabilizes the balance again!】
【Textbook-level emergency response! Must applaud!】
Many officials suddenly recalled similar cases in their households.
They had always thought it was just emotional fainting.
No one knew it could be treated like this.
Everyone silently memorized it.
Even the emperor.
This was not gossip anymore.
This was life-saving knowledge.
In the projection, under little Feng Zhaoxuan’s guidance, the boy’s breathing gradually stabilized.
His convulsions stopped, color returned to his face.
Crisis averted.
The little girl patted his back like a tiny adult, then held his hand.
“Let’s go. Big sister will take you to play.”
That day, she took him out secretly.
Bought him snacks, new clothes.
Even treated him to a steaming bowl of meat wontons from her favorite stall.
She warmed his shattered little world in her own clumsy but sincere way.
When they parted, the boy finally spoke for the first time.
“What… is your name?”
“My name is Zhaoxuan!”
The little girl smiled brightly, showing neat little teeth.
“My brother is Kaikai! We live next door!”
She pointed toward the Feng residence.
“Come play with us next time!”
The system’s voice echoed softly in everyone’s minds.
【Host, this moment became etched into Ji Ning’s lonely childhood. Year after year, it never faded.】
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