Throughout her life, Ouyang Xueqing had only heard about her Imperial Father through stories told by others. To be able to sit under the throne, Wang Ze's strength was certainly immeasurable, but there was never any occasion in which he would show his true form.
When she was small, Ouyang Xueqing had once innocently clung to his thigh and asked. "Imperial Father, Qing'er wants to see your true form."
At that time, Wang Ze was already a daughter slave. Whatever she asked for, he would certainly do his best to fulfill it. Yet for this kind of small request, he resolutely shook his head, his smile faint and patient.
"That can't do, Qing'er."
"Why?"
"Because…Imperial Father has to pay a price every time he transforms."
She naively tilted her head. "Why?"
Wang Ze chuckled faintly and rubbed her small head. "One day, you will understand."
