Good Daughter

Peach Country.

Looking at her daughter Yang Zi, both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, Shiraishi Yoshijo still had a stunned expression on his face.

"Did you have Dufu killed?"

Yang Zi's expression darkened slightly. "After that man became daimyo, he treated me with utter neglect. Did he ever stop to think that without me, what right did he have to become daimyo?"

"So you had your own husband killed?"

Shiraishi Yoshijo had ten thousand curses running through his mind, but Yang Zi was his daughter. Faced with this situation, all he could say was: truly worthy of being my daughter!

"That was part of the reason. But Father, didn't you always teach us children to take control of our own fates? I merely acted according to your teachings."

Yang Zi spoke at length. "Once Dufu was dead, the only one qualified to become the Daimyo of the Land of Water was my son."

"So you came back this time because you want me to help your son take control of the Land of Water?"

"No. I want to become daimyo myself!"

Shiraishi Yoshijo's mouth twitched repeatedly. Covering his forehead with one hand, he groaned helplessly, "I really raised such a fine daughter. That's impossible. You're my daughter; your background alone means you'll never be accepted by the ministers and people of the Land of Water. Let your son inherit the position instead. Legitimacy is very important!"

"Father, the ministers of the Land of Water are all profit-driven ingrates. As long as one is willing to spend money, their recognition can be bought. As for those with stubborn principles, killing them will settle everything once and for all. And the people of the Land of Water—Father, you once said that ordinary people were the easiest to fool. As long as I can