In the evening, Licheng sat on the floor chair in front of Yu Xiangkong, Xiana's father. He read the troubled expressions on Xiangkong's face and initiated the conversation.
"How much does King Xiangkong trust his daughter?" Licheng asked. Xiangkong lifted his eyes to gaze at him with inquisitiveness. "Whatever Xiana said is right. The Yu Kingdom could not have won the war. The King knows this better," he asserted.
"Why must my daughter serve the Crown Prince?" Xiangkong inquired.
"King Xiangkong did not answer my question," Licheng said.
"I trust my daughter more than I trust myself. That's why I went quiet after hearing her decision," Xiangkong answered. "Now, the Crown Prince should answer me. Xiana has come here earlier, but she isn't ready to tell me the truth to me. That day the Crown Prince's sword came flying to him. No one can do that." His brows furrowed because of the confusion.
"Does King Xiangkong trust me?" Licheng asked.
