Ye Yubei stood pitifully at the doorway, utterly alone. A gust of north wind stirred the hem of his robe, sweeping it across the ground and making him look even more desolate.
"Daddy, what did you do? Why did Mommy kick you out?"
Even Ye Tangtang thought her scumbag daddy looked miserable. In the dead of winter, the cold wind was blowing, and snow was falling too.
"N-nothing. Tang Tang, it's cold at night. Go back to your room and rest. Your Emperor Father is going back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation too."
"Emperor Father, here's a flashlight for you. It's too dark at night, so walk slowly."
Ye Tangtang pulled a small flashlight from inside her clothes. Ye Yubei was so touched he nearly wept with joy. Sure enough, his daughter cared about her daddy the most.
"All right."
Watching her scumbag daddy's retreating back, Ye Tangtang sighed. "Oh, scumbag daddy looks so miserable."
Did you think she was sympathizing with her scumbag Emperor Father? No, of course not. The very next moment, Ye Tangtang burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha! But he deserves every bit of it! Who told him to be such a scumbag, leaving Mommy in the Cold Palace for all those years without a word or a care? Serves him right!"
A cold gust swept past, carrying a few snowflakes onto Ye Tangtang's dinosaur pajamas. She tucked her hands into her pockets. "So cold."
Ye Tangtang returned to her room. A little while later, the door suddenly opened. Shen Qingqing watched the black-clad figure receding into the distance, a complicated expression on her face.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The underfloor heating burned fiercely. Thick carpets covered the floor, and the rich scent of incense filled the room as rings of smoke slowly drifted through the