I swear, Xia Yan has never called him daddy in his life, otherwise he would never have called him so disgusting.
But for a father who misses his daughter so much, no matter how disgusting his daughter screams, he will be as happy as his child.
Just like now, my father held back tears and repeated the same sentence over and over again: "Okay, okay, it will be great to see you! By the way, where is the king? Why didn't you see me just now?"
Dad, can I just stand behind you?
I stepped forward without tears and said, "Mr. An Guo, you're fine!"
Hearing my voice, my father quickly turned his head.
In my image, my father's eyes generally do not contain emotions. He is a rigid, unsmiling person, but he has an upright temperament. He will never look at others as critically as he does now.
"Dong An Guo pays homage to the king!" As he said this, my father knelt down on one knee and bowed to me.
Because he is a prince of An, he does not need to kneel down.
But this action alone made me feel extremely sad. How could anyone in the world ask his father to kneel down and worship him? I stepped forward and held his elbow: "Why do you need to be so polite, Mr. An Guo? Get up!"
My father stood up, held Xia Yan's hand hard and said to me: "My daughter Changting is young and not sensible. I hope your Majesty will take more care of her in the future!"
His voice was cold and rigid, and he spoke every word with great force.
"I will take care of the princess, so there is no need to worry about this!"
After a simple greeting, Xiao Junzi quickly added an extra table: "Mr. An Guo, please come this way!"
My father sat down, and I pulled Xia Yan back to his seat. After sitting down, I ordered the banquet to begin.
Throughout the whole process, my father stared at me with envy and jealousy, which made me want to cry.
Xia Yan stood close to me, and while he was pouring me wine, he said nonchalantly: "My father's hands are very strong."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand in front of me and raised it, as if to say, look, you pinched me so much that I turned red.
I'm not in the mood to listen to his complaints now, and I'm focused on my father.
If you don't take a closer look now, you don't know when we will meet again.
Concubine Xian suddenly leaned over and said, "Your Majesty, I heard that Prince An was so brave and skilled in swordsmanship that ordinary people couldn't get close to him. He is in high spirits today. Why don't you let him show it to us so that I can show it to you?"
"Oh~~Don't be rude!" Batuzi seemed to be scolding, but he was always targeting his father: "Dong An Guo didn't come all the way to show you how to dance with a sword. Besides, An Guo Gong has inconvenient legs and feet, so you leave him alone.
How elegant is the sword dance!"
I secretly tightened my palms and suppressed the anger in my heart.
His father sat aside and looked at Xia Yan silently, with thoughts ready to move on his face.
I know what my father means.
He wanted to use tonight to save face for his daughter, but he was upright and didn't know that these people had no good intentions at all.
"What's the point of dancing a sword alone? Prince Yan is also one of the best swordsmen among the five countries. How about letting the two of them compete?" Someone next to him suggested.
The attention on the court instantly shifted to Yan Xiaoqing.
I don't know if it was intentional, but Yan Xiaoqing was very low-key tonight, only wearing a navy blue silver silk robe, sitting in the crowd without showing off her appearance.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Yan Xiaoqing put down the wine glass and looked at me, as if to say, if you want me to have sex, I will do it. If you don't let me, I will continue to drink!
