Jiang Li chased after him in bewilderment, speaking far more than he usually did for once:
"Father, what's wrong? Why are you so angry? And this doesn't look like the way out of the palace. Are you..."
"Am I what? Your old man hasn't been home for a day and two nights, and only now do you remember me, you unfilial brat? Get out of my way!"
Jiang Huai'an's face grew even longer than usual, and his heart chilled another few degrees.
His Majesty had summoned him to the palace the evening before last, then had someone take him straight to stand outside the Imperial Ancestral Shrine.
His Majesty had entrusted him with an arduous task: he had to compose a tribute for each imperial ancestor enshrined in the Ancestral Hall, each one a hundred characters long, with no more than ten characters repeated between any two.
On top of that, he had to help Princess Yongning overcome her crisis of praising the ancestors.
And yet... Princess Yongning's brain simply made one want to...
Even if he spoon-fed her, she couldn't swallow!
But he dared not lose his temper. Today, he still had to teach that blasted princess to recite the tributes he had practically torn his hair out composing.
As for his dear sons, Jiang Li's words made it clear...
His son didn't even know he hadn't come home at all yesterday. How could his heart not turn cold?
Jiang Li blinked, staring in astonishment in the direction Jiang Huai'an had gone.
When Zhao Yi came over, he said slowly, "How did your father offend His Majesty? I heard he's supposed to help Princess Yongning complete her punishment. I reckon he won't be coming home for ten days or half a month."
"Princess Yongning was punished? Then why did