I Am the Patriarch

Shui Yuanming forced a few words out through gritted teeth. "Big Brother, you'll regret this."

Shui Yuanbo did not look at him. He said, word by word, "Shui Yuanming, I am the head of the Shui Clan."

When his words fell, there was no extra expression on Shui Yuanbo's face.

"Now all of you get the hell out!"

Shui Yuanming's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to argue, but in the end, he had nothing to say.

So he flung his sleeves and pushed open the doors of the council hall.

The last to leave was Shui Yuanting. He stopped at the doorway, looked back at Shui Yuanbo, sighed softly, and closed the door.

Inside the council hall, only Shui Yuanbo remained. He sat back down in his chair, his shoulders slumping involuntarily. The clan head who had stood so straight before everyone just now instantly became a weary middle-aged man.

His daughter had left.

Though she was not dead, for a very long time, he would not be able to see his daughter.

ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh.

Night fell, but Shui Yuanbo did not rise to light new candles.

At that moment, soft footsteps sounded outside the door.

Shui Yue'er poked half her body through the crack in the door, holding an oil lamp in her hands.

"Father."

Shui Yuanbo lifted his head.

"Come in."

Shui Yue'er walked in, placed the oil lamp on the table, then sat down across from her father.

Neither of them spoke first.

Silence flowed between father and daughter for a long time.

Shui Yue'er did not rush him. At this moment, she was no longer that laughing, joking sun who followed behind Shui Bing'er.

"Yue'er," Shui Yuanbo finally said, "did I do wrong?"

"Father is the clan head." Her voice had lost some of