Rebirth Of The Di Daughter 12

The rest were already seated at the table when He Yuan and Cao Xiwang arrived. Cao Feng, now fourteen, looked a lot like the left prime minister. He barely acknowledged them as they entered and just sat there looking stern.

The thirteen year old Cao Luomei was blossoming nicely. Her figure was beginning to fill out and she was metamorphosing into a beauty of nation destroying proportions. She sent He Yuan and Cao Xiwang a blatant look of disgust as they walked closer to the table.

She was especially dissatisfied with this half sister of hers. After all, she wasn't blind and had picked up on the attention she was receiving from the first prince.

"Father," He Yuan and Cao Xiwang said simply as their greeting before seating at the table.

"You could at least show more enthusiasm when seating at the table with us," Cao Long said with a disappointed frown.