Cuiya happily hugged him tight. "It's a good thing, a great thing! Young Master, don't disturb the madam; she is just too happy. We've won a great victory in the Western Regions, and the master is finally coming home! Young Master, your father is coming back!"
"My father?" Chaoyang's tiny face was covered in immense confusion. He had always known of the existence of a person called "father." His grandmother talked about him, his aunt talked about him, and his maternal grandmother and uncles mentioned him often too. But who exactly his father was, he had no idea.
Why didn't he ever come to see Chaoyang? Why didn't he ever play with him? His grandmother and uncles all said that his father would return soon, but he had never seen him.
Chaoyang buried his head into his mother's embrace. "Father is... a li... a liar! I won't... won't play with him!"
