Li Qingmu still sat in his quiet chamber as he counted spirit rice grain by grain.
The towering stacks of bowls never seemed to shrink.
As usual there was always a distraction.
Today it politely came in the form of Head Concubine Huang Shiyue.
She stood in the doorway with arms crossed and a clearly unhappy face.
Her usual gentle demeanor seemed lacking.
"Master."
Her voice was quite stern.
"You spend far too little time with the children. All they ever see from you is discipline—the cane, stern lectures and your impartial punishments. If this continues, they'll only see you as a strict and distant father."
She leaned forward and wagged a finger at him.
"Is that truly what you want?"
Li Qingmu paused with his chopsticks.
SIGH~
He was too tired for arguments.
"Fine. I'll try to be more lenient from now on."
Huang Shiyue's frown softened immediately.
She stepped closer and shook her head with a smile.
