An hour later, Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, the little one, and Si'er left the restaurant. The eyes of Qin Yuhan, Si'er, and the others sparkled with excitement.
Si'er, in particular, said, "With these honest officials pleading for you, perhaps everything will be fine. My Royal Father won't punish you."
"Heh heh," Wu Tian chuckled.
At that moment, the little one in Wu Tian's arms was the only one who could detect the disdain he felt for the so-called King Xiuyuan.
His life! How could it be controlled by a king from some minor country in the Lower Realm? How ridiculous! How laughable!
The little one understood her father's laughter.
I want to be invincible just like Dad. No one will control my destiny! The little one thought, clenching her fists with burning ambition while nestled in Wu Tian's arms.
