"What's wrong with crying in front of my own daughter? Besides, if anyone dares to laugh, I'll chop off their... hand..." Xiang Minghou had wanted to say "head," but he caught himself. The little girl in front of him was still young; it wouldn't do to frighten her.
Ye Qianning covered her little mouth and giggled.
When Xiang Minghou saw her laugh, he immediately started laughing too.
A crowd of colorfully dressed women, maids, and servants from the General's Residence rushed to the front hall. Hearing such joyous laughter from within, they were immediately suspicious. The General hadn't been home in years, so why had he returned so suddenly?
And for him to be laughing like that... something was definitely up.
"General, everyone has arrived," the steward reported as he entered.
Xiang Minghou's voice softened. In high spirits, he walked out, still holding the little girl.
