Xia Wanqing grew worried again. His daughter's critical age of sixteen had barely passed. If she were to encounter such matters again because she stayed in the Capital City, it would be him, as a father, who has wronged her!
Entering the courtyard, Xia Sichen said fretfully, "Wenjin, your old brother's ambition spans the stars and the sea, covering the world of Jianghu. Alas, you're too frail. How can your brother feel at ease wandering Jianghu with you in such a weak state?"
Xia Wenjin: "..."
She pulled a face as if her tooth hurt and said, "Well, thank you, brother, for your considerate feelings!"
Xia Sichen said, "Do you think your words would be believed by Father and Uncle Zhuo?"
Xia Wenjin spread her hands, "I have said all that needs to be said; how much they believe is beyond my guarantee! If it doesn't work once, then say it multiple times!"
"You don't want Father or anyone from Haotian Village to take office; am I right?"
