"You've done very well, my daughter."
Hearing that his daughter had thought of all this, the Man in tight clothes looked pleased. He had worried she might be as reckless and impulsive as he'd been in his youth. A young person's bold spirit was worth encouraging, but it also depended on the circumstances. When he acted impulsively, his elder brother had his back. The two brothers had carried no burdens beyond the rise and fall of their Lineage, but his daughter couldn't afford to be so carefree. Ever since she was born, she had borne the future of an entire country on her shoulders.
"You know when to advance and when to retreat. You're calm and levelheaded."
The Girl in red robe looked bashful. "Of course. As Father King's daughter, I should surpass him!"
She wasn't one of those arrogant wastrels.
Those wastrels thought they were invincible just because they had guards at their sides, strutting wherever they went as if they owned the world. They had no idea there was always someone stronger, a sky beyond the sky. In this world, having more people didn't guarantee victory. If they kicked an iron plate and offended a Martial Gall Warrior who could seize an enemy general's head amid ten thousand soldiers, how much good would their handful of guards do?
She still had to be cautious. Playing it safe came first!
The Man in tight clothes flicked her forehead, exasperated.
"Didn't your Grand Tutor Yu teach you to be humble? If a censor hears you say that, he'll impeach you before the Imperial Court again."
The Girl in red robe pouted and rubbed her slightly reddened brow.
Her good mood plunged the moment she heard the word "censor," and her head started to ache along with it. "Those people? Hmph.