Li Zhengtian had just left when he had someone lock the door behind him.
"Let me out! How dare you do this to me? Are you really my father? How can you do this to my mother?"
Li Mu'er beat against the door, bellowing with all her might.
"The worst thing I did to your mother was raising you to be this way!" Li Zhengtian's tone was fierce.
Ya Xian was gentle and virtuous, kind and lovely, and every move she made was filled with nobility.
Yet this daughter of his was like a crude country bumpkin, without a trace of a young lady's demeanor.
It was he who should be questioning whether Li Mu'er was really his daughter!
"Don't think I don't know. You've married so many vixens, when do you ever remember my mother? You'd be happy to see me dead just to please those women!"
The cursing continued, and Li Zhengtian rubbed his temples in frustration.
Over the years, many women had indeed been added to his household, but his feelings for Ya Xian had never changed.
