Well, well, those were some harsh words~
You cranky old geezer, if you don't want me as your sister, I don't want you as my brother either.
I've got your mother, your wife, and both your children. Now I've got elders above me and youngsters below me, while you're stuck in the middle, good for nothing except being an eyesore.
"..."
Silence.
An unprecedented silence suddenly descended upon the Imperial Study.
Chu Wenzong's eyes widened, his hands clenched into fists, and his breathing instantly grew rapid.
He... he... he...
Going by past precedent...
Whenever he couldn't do anything about this girl, he could summon Jiang San, Jiang Er, or Jiang Huai'an.
But... who could he summon now?
Who could he scare with his barbed insinuations now?
In the end, Chu Wenzong shakily returned to his dragon throne and sat down.
"State Preceptor... tell me, with a rebellious sister like this, am I going to die young? Could you... perhaps divine my fate again and see how many days I have left?"
"You jest, Your Majesty. I find Her Highness the Elder Princess refreshingly frank and endearing."
"In fact, I rather envy Your Majesty for having such a lively younger sister, bringing a touch of vitality to this deathly still Imperial Palace."
Qing Qianxue's voice was cool and clear, seemingly carrying a soothing power.
The anger in Chu Wenzong's chest eased a little.
When the young eunuch at the door came in to announce the arrivals, Chu Wenzong, who had already known they were there, barked, "Make them wait outside!"
No sooner had he spoken than Chu Wenzong changed his mind. "Forget it. Tell them all to get in here!"
Soon.
Three people strode into the Imperial Study.
"Greetings, imperial brother."
"Greetings, Father!"
All three cupped their hands in salute.
Still