"Oh? General Xiang has a daughter?"
"Of course. She's six years old now."
"I'm still troubled by what happened all those years ago. It's a relief General Xiang has a child," Mo Geluo said, looking in her direction. "Why isn't Miss Xiang in attendance?"
"The little lass is Dean Chen's disciple now. She's sitting with him." The Beili Emperor's face lit up with delight at the mention of Ye Qianning.
'He, too, was quite fond of that plump little doll. If she weren't so ruthless, he would have certainly betrothed her to one of the princes.'
"To have earned Dean Chen's favor, that little girl must be quite remarkable," Mo Geluo said as he looked over, his eyes filled with scorn. "General Xiang is so big and brutish, yet he managed to have such a darling child. How miraculous."
Ye Qianning caught his mocking gaze and shot back a look of her own, one even colder and more contemptuous.
