The Hardest Word of All Is Love

Inside Kanwairen's ordinary little house in Shuhai City.

Night had fallen, and the candlelight flickered.

Four people sat around the dining table. On it were five or six plates of ordinary home-cooked dishes and two pots of clear liquor.

Kanwairen wore a stern expression as he drank, clearly unwelcoming toward Yimo and Qian Baitao.

The other woman, with short blue hair reaching her neck and dressed in plain hemp clothes, was Yun Piao.

Her short blue hair was tied into a little braid at the back of her head, clearly revealing her fair, tender neck and small ears.

Compared to her former calm, placid demeanor, she now wore a warmer smile, giving her a more approachable air, as if she had fallen from the mortal world.

But that only made her seem even more approachable, and her charm was undiminished.

Although Kanwairen had kept a stern face and made it clear he didn't welcome Yimo and Qian Baitao, Yun Piao was quite fond of having them over. Whenever Qian Baitao visited, she would make two or three extra dishes and warmly urge her, "Little Sister White Peach, eat some more."

She was always enthusiastically putting food in Qian Baitao's bowl.

Qian Baitao never turned down food. She ate however much Yun Piao served her, and every visit she did a great job of clearing her plate.

Qian Baitao said, "Mm-hmm, Sister Piao, your cooking is so good!"

"Mmm, I'm so happy!"

"Yimo, Yimo, you should eat more too!" Qian Baitao would even serve Yimo food.

Yimo, on the other hand, sometimes couldn't help making a couple of snide remarks. "Hey, look at the food she makes. Now look at the food you make..."

"And you're still able to eat so happily."

Yun Piao was the eldest princess of Houyun. How