"It's nothing." Cui Hao was unwilling to let his daughter know about his issues.
Cui Ying looked at her father's sleeve torn open by a sharp weapon, his arm still bleeding, and asked worriedly, "Dad, how did you get hurt?"
"It's nothing. It didn't reach the bone."
Cui Hao comforted Cui Ying, saying, "Dad will send someone to take you to your grandfather's house in a moment. I have some things to take care of and will pick you up after."
Cui Ying scratched her hands swollen from frostbite and whined, "Dad, I don't want to go to Grandpa's house. I miss mom; I want to go home!"
Cui Hao sighed and said, "You, listen to your dad. I've encountered some troubles in the court, need to deal with them, and recently have no time to look after you."