Emperor Shunde had been brimming with frustration, suppressing his temper to negotiate with Du Youqian. But upon hearing his cousin's tone, he suddenly felt at peace.
Sometimes, finding happiness is simple. It all depends on who you compare yourself to.
'Look at you,' he thought, 'a peerless beauty and an Immortal Sect disciple, yet you still have to suffer at the hands of Master Baili.'
'Then isn't it perfectly normal for me, a mere Mortal Emperor, to suffer at his hands?'
Du Youqian glanced at the screen but said nothing.
'This is the kind of young girl who bursts into tears if you speak to her too harshly.'
'If I make her cry, am I supposed to be the one to comfort her?'
'I'm not her grandfather, after all.'
'I'm her great-grandfather's great-grandfather's great-grandfather's great-grandfather... By my count, I must be her ancestor from twenty or thirty generations ago.'
'I have no interest in doting on my descendants.'
