Thinking of his daughter, the Prince of Wutong felt a deep, aching pain.
Even the hundred thousand liang of silver he had recently acquired could not alleviate it in the slightest.
"Are you angry, Your Highness?"
The young woman across from him leaned forward slightly, beaming as she watched him.
The Prince of Wutong first coughed, then replied, "I... I'm not angry."
"I figured as much! Your Highness is magnanimous and surely wouldn't hold a petty grudge against me." Jiang Ning asked sincerely, "You must be troubled by something then, your Highness? If you share it, perhaps I could come up with a solution?"
The Prince of Wutong wasn't inclined to share, yet somehow, seeing her genuine expression, he found himself speaking.
Once he opened up, his sorrows started pouring out.
The primary issue was about his beloved daughter, Princess Ling'an.
