"So, what do we have here? Unfilial daughters plotting against their father for inheritance...?" Wang Xiao teased as he approached, his arms opening wide in a dramatic gesture before he gently encircled both girls with a warm embrace from behind.
A faint, fresh fragrance wafted from his left, mingling with another sweet scent from his right, prompting a blissful smile to dance across his face.
"I had not anticipated my own flowers one day would rally with the enemy against their father," he mused softly, his voice a tender murmur as he peered down at the pair, his hands resting lightly on their delicate shoulders.
The world seemed to hold its breath for a moment.
"..."
"..."
Two pairs of eyes, brimming with a mix of resolve and gentle turmoil, glanced back at him—one set quietly, the other softly apprehensive.
