The girl in red nodded.
“Okay, you and your brother can make the arrangements.”
The Grand Preceptor was still in the King's room, sitting by the bed, letting Da Ni'er's father listen to the envoy's report.
The old man turned around, pulled the blanket up for him, and said...
"Did you hear that? Your daughter is going to fight back."
"I told you before that she was a menace, a menace, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened, it looks like war is about to break out."
"You just want to control the grasslands, don't put on this 'all-encompassing' act, it's disgusting." Da Ni'er's father seemed to be in high spirits these past few days, as if he had taken some kind of medicine.
"You seem much better. What, is this a final burst of energy before death?"
"I need to pull myself together to see Ah Qing and see how my favorite little daughter cuts your head off."
The Imperial Advisor looked at Da Ni'er's biological father with the same gaze a butcher gives to a live, wriggling fish on a chopping board. The old man chuckled.
“She hates you. Who told you not to save her back then? Tell me, how much suffering must she have endured traveling from the grasslands to the Central Plains in this freezing weather? If I were in her shoes, I would hate you too.”
It is bitter, from the grasslands to the Central Plains.
To go there as a slave.
But this is the best fate your incompetent father could possibly secure for you.
It's as if my thoughts have returned to when Wang Dani'er was still Ya Lanqing, that little girl who would tug at my sleeve and call me Father.
The old man lying on the bed gave a relieved smile and said...
"It doesn't matter, as long as she's alive. Grand Preceptor, the prophecy will come true soon."
A wrinkled, withered hand gripped the neck of Da Ni'er's father, and the old man on the bed immediately turned red.
A moment later, the Grand Preceptor released his grip and watched the grassland king gasp for air, looking like a fish just pulled from the river to survive.
He raised his head and said, pointing his chin at him.
"You people from the Yalan Royal Court can't manage the grasslands well."
"It's alright, I'll kill her and bring you her head."
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