Reborn Daughter: The Young Lady Wants to Make a Trouble

The queen had always known that her second son was one of the cruelest men in the palace, and even among his peers.

It is a wonder that his terror has won so many followers. Many praise his strength, others praise his wisdom. He has the bearing of a leader and the temperament of a ruler.

"You are making so much noise so early in the morning," the Queen scolded. She stepped into the courtyard, but immediately regretted doing so.

She caught a glimpse of the maid's mutilated body from the corner of her eye. The queen frowned slightly. She looked around the yard and saw the maids kneeling down in fear and bowing their heads.

"You said the punishment would be light," the queen deadpanned. She knew it was unwise to trust her son.

"This," Yu Zhen pointed at the unconscious Xu Jiaqi and said, "is pity."

"This is an immoral punishment!" she snapped, standing at the entrance to the courtyard.

The Queen could not bear the horrific sight. It was a miracle that the Crown Princess was still standing. She was safely in the Second Prince's arms. Safe and secure. But she had nowhere to escape.

"I did not raise you to be a tyrant," the emperor said. He leaned his full weight on a staff made of oak and gold. His eyes were narrowed, and the bags under his eyes were darker than usual. His skin was like old leather, wrinkled and dull.

"But I'm standing here." Yu Zhen shrugged, adjusted the cloak on Li Xueyue's shoulders and tied it up.

"That cloak..." The Emperor frowned. It was eating her alive. The Crown Princess looked particularly small in her son's clothes. Although the scene was funny, he could not ignore etiquette.

"It suits her very well," Yu Zhen answered for his father. He carefully put the clothes on her shoulders, making sure she felt warm under the heavy clothes.

"This cloak was made especially for the prince," the queen hissed.

She couldn't understand why her son doted on her so much. He had never been like this before.

She thought he had no possessiveness. But when the Prince of Nanhui invited the Crown Princess to Nanhui as a guest, his possessiveness was openly displayed to the whole court.

"It's just a piece of clothing." Seeing Li Xueyue's hesitation, Yu Zhen frowned. She untied the top strap of her cloak almost instantly.

Yu Zhen grabbed her wrist and forced her to stop. "I like you to wear it." He gently pushed her hand away and continued to buckle the strap.

"I rarely wear this anyway," Yu Zhen said, "I just throw it in the closet when it's no longer useful. So don't worry."

"Throw it into the closet? Son, this cloak is the emblem of the Yu family!" The queen walked towards her stubborn son. Her brows were furrowed, becoming more and more gloomy, and her face was full of displeasure.

"First you tortured my maid cruelly, and now you insult the Yu family's name." If she could punish him, she would.

But she was helpless. Not because she was a mother who didn't want to hurt her child, but because no one had the strength to pin him to the ground and beat him. The men fell dead before the oars could be swung.

However... there is a way to impress this man, and that is to impress his wife.

The Crown Princess looked weak, but everyone present knew it. She stepped forward, put her hands on her hips, and curtseyed gracefully.

"Your Majesty," she whispered, then turned to the Emperor. "Your Majesty."

"Well, well..." the emperor pondered, "I should be the first to be welcomed."

The Crown Princess lost her mind for the first time. She raised her chin sharply, her face full of surprise. She slightly widened her eyes, then lowered her head again.

The emperor smiled at this subtle movement. The smile reached his eyes and softened when he saw her. Her clumsiness reminded him of Yu Lingluo who was running hard in the palace but tripped over the air.

"You shouldn't have gotten out of bed," the emperor scolded her sternly but kindly. He had heard the heartbreaking news. Almost everyone had heard it.

"But it seems that my son's behavior was unreasonable..." He patted his chest and said, "... dragging you here and making you witness this disturbing scene with your own eyes."

"He is doing this for the good of Your Majesty. I should witness his hard work with my own eyes." Li Xueyue explained.

The Emperor's chapped lips parted slightly. He sighed softly and folded his hands on his cane. She always knew how to catch him off guard. He had expected her to agree with him, but she sided with her husband. This should have been the right thing to do, but usually, in front of the Crown Prince, everyone would agree with the Emperor first.

"Well, you have seen it," the emperor whispered. "It is time to go back. There is no need to pollute your eyes any further."

Li Xueyue was moved by the emperor's words. He was wise and respectful. As a eunuch, what more could one ask for? She was just confused by Yu Zhen's gloomy eyes. Even though her father spoke earnestly to her, Yu Zhen felt dissatisfied as soon as she saw the emperor.

What went wrong in their relationship?

"Don't stare at me like that," the emperor sneered. A second later, he patted his chest again. This small action caused him to feel unnecessary pain.

He said sternly, "I got up from my sick bed to see you, but you're already unhappy."

"No one asked you to crawl out of the grave." Yu Zhen retorted.

The emperor narrowed his eyes. "After all these years..." He continued to rub his aching chest. "You still hold a grudge, like a spoiled child."

Li Xueyue's hand slid over Yu Zhen's, intertwining their fingers, trying to distract him. Everyone knew he would say something discouraging.

"If you treated me well like any normal father would, then maybe, I wouldn't feel this resentment."

"I raised you..." He took a deep breath, but felt a sharp pain. "To make you strong... a man who could protect his family."

"Don't be so conceited. No one supports me except those babysitters who come and go." Yu Zhen couldn't stand seeing his father anymore. Although he enjoyed his father's sickly look, he couldn't stand the contrast.

What happened to the stern, intimidating man of his youth? The man who had put him in the cold palace and said he was haunted by ghosts? The man who beat his son to a bloody pulp for talking back? What happened to the father with broad shoulders and fierce eyes?

All this seemed to have become a distant memory. Yu Zhen in front of him was half a head shorter. The emperor had lost a lot of weight, no matter how hard he tried to hide it with his cotton clothes.

"Ha," the emperor laughed. "Who do you think hired these people?"

Yu Zhen gritted his teeth, wishing that this damn old man would die here.

"Don't feel sorry for yourself, this is disgusting," the emperor sneered. He turned to look at the woman who collapsed on the ground. Her hair was cut off and her skin was destroyed. Could she still be considered a human being?

The emperor was not disgusted. He felt a strange sense of pride that the little devil had finally grown into a monster. His lips twitched, and he was about to smile with satisfaction. The prince could despise him as much as he wanted, and the emperor didn't care. His son had never been the apple of his eye.

"Don't feel sorry for that thing," the emperor said to his wife. "It deserves it."

The queen looked at her husband silently. Is he crazy?