Emperor Mingjing couldn't help but frown slightly, he heard the accusatory tone, and anger surged up immediately, scolding words were about to burst forth, but upon reaching his lips, seeing the Princess's frail appearance, he swallowed them back down.
This was his first child, and he still remembered the wonderful and joyful feeling when she was born.
Even after having a son later, the joy could not compare to what his eldest daughter brought him.
She was like a little glutinous rice ball, growing up little by little under his watchful eye, the first word she cried out was "Daddy", and if he could, he would have plucked the stars from the sky for her.
No other child would dare to pull his hair and beard like she did, and he taught her to read and write, to ride horses and hunt...
The past events were vivid in his mind, as if they had happened yesterday.
Yet, the closeness between father and daughter had long since faded.