"Your Majesty! That's bad! The seventh princess... She demolished the royal kitchen again!"
Emperor: "..."
He is no longer angry.
He was numb.
In the past five years, from the cradle to the rockery, from tables and chairs to palace gates, the things his daughter had dismantled could be piled up to build another Forbidden City.
He took a deep breath, walked to the messy imperial dining room, looked down at the little baby standing on the pile of debris, akimbo and screaming to the sky. His voice was as tired as ten years older:
"Zhao Jinzhi."
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