The man who was gasping for breath while holding his wife down had no time to react before he was hurriedly pushed by the ruthless Yu'er.

Looking at the beautiful woman under him with disheveled black hair, fair skin and a panicked look in her eyes.

His body was restless, his eyes were red with excitement, his pupils were filled with red bloodshot, and the man cursed in his heart but stood up calmly under the urging gaze of his wife.

Huyan Lie stood up and sat aside, with a stern face and a stiff body, watching Yu'er hurriedly jump off the couch like a rabbit.

He hurriedly but methodically straightened his sleeves and combed his messy hair. In just a few breaths, the curtain of the tent was lifted.

Yue'er walked in, and saw a little girl about ten years old wearing a felt hat, walking with a bounce, looking bright and lively.

Yue'er came in with skipping steps, and as soon as she entered the tent, she saw her father and mother in the big tent.

My father sat solemnly on the small couch, his knees spread wide apart and his arms resting on his legs.

As if he noticed her gaze, he looked back at her with a dark look, as if he was unhappy and gloomy at having his good thing interrupted.

The father and daughter looked at each other. The little girl looked 60% like her mother, but her eyes were like her father's, and she was as brave as a wolf and a tiger.

The two pairs of eyes met in mid-air, and there was a crackling sound between the lightning and the flint, burning out different sparks.

The man was determined not to have another child in this life. Yue'er was the only child of him and his wife, the inheritance of their bloodline and the fruit of their love.

Hu Yanlie loved his daughter deeply and was very strict with her. He knew very well that it was better for his daughter to rely on herself than on others.

Therefore, Yue'er was consciously raised as a boy since childhood and was raised as the heir to the Northern Hu royal family.