Emperor Yang could not believe what he was hearing. He was thinking that his daughter Princess Zhenzhen was out of her mind. On his face, he made sure that he kept that smile and look of interest as his daughter was rambling in front of him while he was seated on his golden chair in the empty throne room.
Emperor Yang nodded and made sounds at the appropriate times. It was what he did when he was talking to his wife. Sometimes, women only needed to let out their steam and emotions and need for men to shut up and listen.
He was willing to do that for his daughter, who was already stressing about her wedding plans, pacing in front of him like a real troubled person. He wanted for her to stop but there was no pause and he could not get a word in.
He held up a hand and wait for her daughter to notice it. When she did, she beamed up at him, like her forehead had not been creased all the while that she was talking. "Yes, father?" she asked sweetly.
