“Why did you really let her go?”
I supposed I should have guessed that she, of all people, would see right through me.
She was little Gang’s mother, after all.
“She is my daughter.”
My answer made her frown, like every time.
“So are my daughters, and yet you’ve ignored their existence from the beginning.”
It was my turn to frown. Had I? Yes. Yes, I had. Back then, I thought that women were only good as pawns to sell to other kingdoms. That was why I didn’t truly care about them or their education. I had cared a lot about Gang, but his frail body prevented me from relying on him as my firstborn son. Shixian was different. She took after me far more than any other child of mine; and since the ancestors hadn’t wished for me to have any more sons, then I would have to make do with daughters.
However, the older two had already spoiled themselves and were much too old to serve any purpose other than what I had intended for them from the start.