The Seven-Colored Flag Cloud Carriage flew through the air, carrying the three leaders of High Heaven Pavilion's younger generation as it raced like lightning back to their homeland.
True Person Ye seemed somewhat uninterested, his eyes closed as he rested his mind.
The young pavilion master propped her cheek on one hand, looking at the scenery beyond the carriage. But she clearly was not really watching it.
In a daze, she said, "I heard that when someone enters your heart, every smile and frown of theirs can stir waves upon the lake of your heart. So even the slightest unhappiness will be glaringly obvious to you. Father, is that how it is?"
True Person Ye looked at his daughter without speaking, only sighing inwardly.
The waves behind in the Long River drove those before onward. Ye Lingxiao, you still needed to work harder...
Ye Qingyu asked again, "Do you notice my mother's moods too?"
Ye Lingxiao's heart suddenly softened. In a gentle voice, he said, "Of course. Her joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness are my sunshine, storms, waxing, and waning moon."
Ye Qingyu was briefly stunned. "Father, you really know how to sweet-talk girls. My mother must love hearing that."
"Wrong. Your mother is a clear-eyed person. She doesn't like hearing such things." Ye Lingxiao gently shook his head. "But she loves me."
Ye Qingyu continued looking at the sea of clouds. Great banks of cloud hung fixed in the high sky like cotton candy, as though only the Flag Cloud Carriage were moving—the war carriage flew so quickly that it seemed to leave everything else behind in place.
"Tell me about my mother," she murmured. "I rarely hear you speak of her."
Ye Lingxiao also looked toward the sea of clouds. He opened his mouth, but in the end