With tears welling up in his eyes, Nangong Hanmo was about to step forward and hug Yueyuqian when Zizai yelled and rushed ahead of him, quickly throwing himself into Sheng Lingwei's arms.

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

It barked happily, then nuzzled against Sheng Lingwei affectionately with its fluffy little head.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed after Zizai interrupted them, and Yueyuqian and her two children couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Nangong Hanmo's movements came to an abrupt halt.

Then he sat blankly on the dragon throne, his eyes filled with resentment and grievance, staring longingly at Yue Yuqian, just like a little child asking an adult for candy.

Yue Yuqian felt helpless yet amused. "Come here, let me touch you."

Nangong Hanmo: ...He remembered that he had just said the same thing to Zizai.

Yue Yuqian raised an eyebrow. "What? We haven't seen each other for ten years. Don't you miss me? Or do you already have another woman in your heart?"

Nangong Hanmo's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, Qianqian, please don't misunderstand. I... oh no, I mean, you have always been the only one in my heart. I would never dare to be fickle. Please understand, Qianqian."

"snort!"

"snort!"

Sheng Lingwei and Nangong Zichen both snorted coldly.

“Sister, let’s go. I’ll take you to my Crown Prince’s palace. Father only has eyes for Mother and has no place for us siblings.”

After Nangong Zichen finished speaking, he pulled Sheng Lingwei around, still speaking out in protest.

"Alas, my poor sister, she has never been held by Father Emperor since she was born, nor has she even seen him once. As a father, to do this is truly unprecedented and unparalleled."

Sheng Lingwei suppressed a laugh.

She really didn't expect her younger brother to suddenly turn into a fiercely protective drama queen; it felt really good to be protected.

Upon hearing this, Yue Yuqian's expression instantly turned cold.

Wuyou is right. Weiwei is already fifteen years old, but Nangong Hanmo has never gone to Northern Qi to visit Weiwei, let alone thought of bringing Weiwei back to Southern Di.

Hmph, he really doesn't deserve to be a father.

She was forced to stay in Dayuezhi by that old beast, and that was the only reason she couldn't see her beloved daughter.

But Nangong Hanmo had already eliminated all the overt and covert dangers of the Southern Di before he ascended the throne.

Even though he has spent a lot of time and effort searching for her over the years, can't he really spare a little time to bring Weiwei back to Nandi?

It can only be said that he doesn't have a place for Weiwei as his daughter in his heart at all; he simply doesn't care about his daughter.

Yueyuqian grew angrier the more she thought about it, and immediately turned around and affectionately ruffled Sheng Lingwei's hair.

"My dear daughter, you've suffered so much these past years. Your mother will go with you. A father who is so irresponsible is better off without!"

Sheng Lingwei felt a warm glow in her heart.

Being protected by both the older and younger siblings like this, she no longer blamed Nangong Hanmo, her irresponsible father, but there was still some distance between them. It would be good to teach this big man a lesson.

"Qianqian, don't go!"

Nangong Hanmo was dumbfounded. He suddenly stood up and reached out Erkang's hand. At this moment, guilt, self-blame, anxiety and panic filled his whole body.

"Chang Le, Father was wrong, Qian Qian, Wu You, please don't abandon me, I beg you..."

Yueyuqian and her two children ignored the warnings and headed straight for the door of the Imperial Study.

Nangong Hanmo was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing that the mother and her two children completely ignored him, he couldn't hold back his blood and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Erkang's hands trembled slightly, his voice pleading, "Qianqian, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't..."

"Pfft..." Nangong Hanmo spat out another mouthful of blood, his face turned deathly pale, and then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The mother and her two children stopped in their tracks, exchanged glances, and sighed in unison.

Oh dear, things have gotten really out of hand.

...

Then, the mother and her two children had a clear division of labor.

Nangong Zichen helped Nangong Hanmo up, Yue Yuqian took out a handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains, and Sheng Lingwei took out spiritual spring water and pills to feed Nangong Hanmo.

After all the fuss, the mother and her two children were exhausted, and the excitement they had felt at the beginning of their family reunion was completely gone.

Yueyu Qian complained to her son and daughter.

“Weiwei, Wuyou, your father’s body is so damn fragile, even more fragile than a woman’s. I’m afraid that if we used too much force just now, he might accidentally die.”

Nangong Zichen shrugged and said, "Mother, to tell you the truth, over the years, because of your disappearance, Father has been like a masochist. Not to mention his white hair, he can't sleep at night and can't eat."

Aside from sending people to look for you on a daily basis, he devoted himself to national affairs, which indirectly kept him busy.

He was afraid that once he rested, he would think of you, miss you, and worry about you all the time.

Such self-torture would be too much for even a normal person's body to handle, let alone someone with a pre-existing condition. Over time, his body would become increasingly weak.

To put it bluntly, he's just holding on by sheer willpower, and sometimes I really don't know how to comfort him.

Our actions just now, ironically, forced out the long-suppressed blood stasis in Father's body. It was a lucky accident, a truly wonderful thing.

Yueyu Qian felt very uncomfortable after hearing this.

Ultimately, it was because of her that Nangong Hanmo broke his bones and ended up in this state; it would be strange if she didn't feel heartbroken.

Especially looking at his once strong and handsome features, now he is extremely thin, and his pale and bloodless face makes it clear that he is weak and vulnerable.

He hadn't done anything wrong to her, but he was biased towards his precious daughter...

Yueyuqian looked at Sheng Lingwei with complicated emotions, "Weiwei, your father... well, he is indeed an incompetent father. It's normal for you to have resentment in your heart. Your mother has no right to ask you to forgive him."

She herself also felt guilty towards her two children.

Sheng Lingwei remained silent, her gaze fixed on Nangong Hanmo's white hair, which she found extremely irritating. She let out a long sigh.

Her slender, jade-like fingers, white as scallions, gently rested on Nangong Hanmo's wrist, and her wood-based supernatural abilities quickly repaired his damaged body.

A quarter of an hour later, Nangong Hanmo's white hair turned black, and his pale, bloodless face became rosy and radiant. He slowly opened his deep, melancholy eyes.

What came into view was Sheng Lingwei's face, which bore a striking resemblance to his own. His pupils contracted sharply, and a wave of guilt and self-reproach washed over him.

"Chang... Chang Le, I'm sorry. Your father knows he has wronged you and is ashamed to face you. Your father doesn't dare to ask for your forgiveness, he only begs that you don't disown me as your father, okay?"

Sheng Lingwei withdrew her hand, her expression neither sad nor happy, her gaze indifferent as she looked at Nangong Hanmo, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Alright, Emperor of Nandi, your broken body has been repaired by me. You don't need to put on such a weak act for me. I'm sorry, but I, Sheng Lingwei, cannot bear your show of weakness."