At this moment, Xia Yi no longer possessed the majesty of an Emperor.
Now, he was more of a father, revealing a fatherly kindness for the first time.
Over the years, since he ascended the throne, everything he did was worthy of an Emperor, worthy of his father, and worthy of the Nine Provinces.
But towards this only daughter, he felt immense guilt.
From the moment she was born, he was strict with her and never showed her a father's love, which is the sorrow of being born into the Imperial Family.
"Alright, alright!"
After a long while, Xia Yi held Xia Lingyu with both hands, looking at his daughter sobbing like a rain-drenched pear, and his heart ached even more.
However—
He suppressed his heartache and slowly said, "Your surname is Xia, your father is the Emperor, this is your father's destiny. Your father has done everything he should, and in the future, it will be up to you to shoulder the responsibility of the Nine Provinces."
"But... Father..."
Xia Lingyu still sobbed.
