Ah! Refugees from the northwest traveled a thousand miles to the capital-their movements are suspicious!

Night always fell especially early in winter.

When Jiang Yingcheng woke, a hazy darkness was already creeping across the horizon.

The candles in the room had already been lit. In their flickering light, the sharp contours of Jiang Yanchuan's profile looked much softer.

Jiang Yingcheng's vision had only just cleared when the stunning face before her dazzled her all over again.

[Slurp. My beautiful imperial father is such a feast for the eyes!]

Jiang Yanchuan paused in the middle of reading a memorial. Before he could turn around, he heard the patter of footsteps drawing closer.

The sweet little voice that always lifted his spirits followed right behind. "Father~"

Jiang Yanchuan set down the memorial, turned, and bent to scoop the little dumpling, fragrant with the sweetness of pastries, into his arms.

Jiang Yingcheng first nuzzled her beautiful imperial father's chest twice, then asked in her babyish voice, "Father, what are you reading?"

Jiang Yanchuan merely glanced at the memorial spread across the desk before rising and carrying the little girl toward the bed. ""

The little girl had already been such an enormous help today. He did not want these vexing affairs to fill her entire childhood, too.

Yet as he rose and headed back, the little girl had already tugged at his sleeve and craned her head to steal two hurried glances at the memorial.

[Northwest... refugees... suspicious movements?]

Jiang Yingcheng's curiosity blazed to its peak in an instant.

[What is it, System Bro? What is Father's memorial talking about?!]

She was dying to know!

Worried that ordering System Bro around too often today might make him slack off, Jiang Yingcheng even made a grand declaration: [If Chengcheng can't figure out what it says today, she's not doing anything else!]

She resolved that if System Bro refused to