A girl? His daughter was missing?
For a moment, Zhao Feng's mind went blank.
He didn't even know when he'd loosened his grip on the wine cup and spilled wine down his robe.
He sprang to his feet and snatched the letter from the messenger. His eyes flew over it, reading it in a single pass. Seeing his reaction, Xu Xie realized something serious had happened. He was hesitating over whether to speak when Zhao Feng tossed the letter aside and cursed his own wife.
"Look at this! Look what you've done! You pushed her into this!"
Tears still streaked his wife's face.
His furious scolding left her stunned for a moment.
Then she burst into tears, aggrieved. "You reckless fool, and now you blame me? Have you even thought about who raised our daughter to be like this? She hit people, and you protected her. She cursed people, and you coaxed her. You practically built her a shrine and put her on an altar! What other girl spends all day practicing with blades, climbing trees to catch birds, and diving into rivers to catch fish? How do you expect her to find a suitable husband?"
Xu Xie: "..."
He felt like he'd just stumbled upon some enormous gossip.
Zhao Feng's wife came at him with even greater force.
His momentum faltered, and his voice weakened as he defended himself. "She was little back then. Spoil her a bit when she's young, and she'll grow more sensible, won't she? We still have two years to find her a match. Why did you suddenly bring a matchmaker over to size her up? You scared her."
He hadn't planned to find a match for his daughter yet. He'd just made a breakthrough in strength, and his daughter was still young. He believed