“Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! The Seventh Princess… she’s torn apart the Imperial Kitchen again!”
The emperor: “…”
He wasn’t angry anymore.
He was numb.
For five years, from cradles to rockeries, from tables and chairs to palace gates, his daughter had destroyed enough things to build another Forbidden City.
He took a deep breath and walked into the wreckage of the Imperial Kitchen. Looking down at the little girl standing atop a pile of broken wood, hands on her hips as she howled at the sky, he spoke in a voice so tired he sounded ten years older:
“Zhao Jinzhi.”
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