Chapter 32: Yu Yu Can’t Be a Great Hero Anymore

“Fair is fair.” Huo Rong took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused his energy.

“Father!”

I’m sorry, Father! You will always be the only dad in my heart!

He had just come to check on his sons, and Su’s Father was astonished by the powerful shout from Huo Rong.

Why did General Huo just call him ‘Father’?

Before Su Jianlu’s Father could figure it out, he heard his second son respond.

“Mm, good son.” Su Jianlu replied.

Su Jianlu’s Father: ……

“Father.” Su Linshen saw his father and stood up to salute.

“Father.” Su Jianlu also turned to pay his respects.

Huo Rong opened his eyes and looked at Su Jianlu’s Father, realizing he had embarrassed himself greatly.

“Su Jianlu! I’ll get back at you!” Huo Rong grabbed his spear and fled the Su residence.

Su Jianlu’s Father looked at his second son.

“Jianlu, I didn’t know you and General Huo played like this.”

He’s even calling him ‘Father.’

“Who plays with him? He just has a sharp tongue,” Su Jianlu retorted.

“Little Lu.” Su Linshen called out helplessly.

Clearly, their relationship with General Huo was quite good, yet he stubbornly refused to admit it.

“Hmph.” Su Jianlu huffed, recalling how Huo Rong had indeed taken care of him when he first enlisted.

However, Huo Rong had a way of making others want to strangle him right at the moment they felt a bit touched.

After the fight, Huo Rong felt less distressed and rode his horse back to the residence.

At noon, Feng Xiaohan sat waiting for his daughter to come for lunch.

“Father.” Yu Yu appeared, holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Feng Xiaohan smiled slightly.

“Wash your hands before eating; if you don’t, I won’t let you eat lotus root fritters.” Feng Xiaohan instructed his daughter to wash her hands.

“Okay.” Yu Yu set the flowers down and scampered off to wash her hands.

After washing, she eagerly climbed onto the stool to sit down.

Feng Xiaohan served her two lotus root fritters, which she had been craving.

Yu Yu took a bite of the crispy fritter, relishing the crunch.

“Father, you should eat too.”

Yu Yu stood up, reaching her arms out to serve her father a fritter.

Feng Xiaohan happily enjoyed the fritter his daughter had served him.

After finishing their meal, it was time for Yu Yu’s usual afternoon nap.

Qing’an whispered a few words to Feng Xiaohan.

“Handle it without hesitation.” Feng Xiaohan didn’t hesitate at all.

“Don’t you want to interrogate them?” It was unclear who wanted to harm the prince, but someone had slipped a poisonous pill into a flower vase while cleaning.

The pill had a scent similar to the sandalwood in the prince’s room; if the little princess hadn’t discovered it by chance, they might not have known until much later.

“No interrogation; there are only a few people who would want me dead.” Feng Xiaohan could roughly guess who was behind it.

Interrogating further would only lead to a scapegoat, and they wouldn’t be able to find the true culprit.

“Understood.” Qing’an stepped back.

“Your Highness.” A shadow appeared before Feng Xiaohan.

“The secret guard protecting Young Master Wu has sent word; Young Master Wu has sustained injuries and is on his way back.”

“How was he injured?”

“While gathering herbs, someone fought for the ropes and cut them.”

“Yunming, have the secret guards deal with it.” Feng Xiaohan ordered.

“Yes.”

“Father?” Yu Yu opened the door and peeked in at her father.

Feng Xiaohan turned to look at his daughter.

“Hmm?”

“Yu Yu can’t sleep.” Yu Yu was wide awake and couldn’t fall asleep.

Yunming looked at Yu Yu.

Yu Yu looked back at Yunming, dressed in black. Who is this sister?

“Come here.” Feng Xiaohan waved for his daughter to come over.

Yu Yu trotted over on her short legs to reach her father.

Feng Xiaohan picked up Yu Yu and draped a small blanket over her.

“Subordinate Yunming pays respects to the princess.” Yunming knelt on one knee in greeting.

Yu Yu listened to the cold, female voice.

“Rise.” Yu Yu told her to rise.

Feng Xiaohan looked at his daughter with a gentle expression.

“Yu Yu, how about letting Yunming teach you martial arts?”

“Martial arts? If I learn, will Yu Yu become strong?” Yu Yu instantly became excited, standing up in her father’s embrace.

“Can Yu Yu then roam the world and become a heroine?”

“You really watch a lot of storybooks, don’t you?” Feng Xiaohan chuckled lightly.

Roaming the world… In his youth, he also once dreamed of wandering freely.

But he had no choice; he could only keep climbing higher to save his own life.

“Your father wants someone to teach you martial arts so that you can have the ability to protect yourself, no matter what you do in the future,” even he, as a father, couldn’t always be by her side.

“Yu Yu wants to learn right now.” Yu Yu was eager to begin her lessons.

“You’re still too young.” Feng Xiaohan had no intention of letting his daughter start learning so early.

“Okay.” Yu Yu felt a bit disappointed.

Feng Xiaohan sighed.

“Yunming, teach her a simple sword technique.” Otherwise, his daughter would be restless and unable to sleep.

“Yes.”

Yu Yu immediately jumped up excitedly from her father’s lap and stood properly.

Feng Xiaohan casually broke off a branch from a flower for her.

“Father, I want to wield a sword like the older sister.”

Yu Yu looked disdainfully at the flower stem; she wanted a real sword.

“You’re not even as tall as the sword yet; just use the branch for now.” Feng Xiaohan chuckled lightly.

Yu Yu looked at the long sword in Yunming’s hand, which was indeed taller than her.

“Father, one day, Yu Yu will be taller than the sword.” Reluctantly, Yu Yu accepted the flower stem.

Yunming performed a series of sharp sword techniques.

Yu Yu watched with sparkling eyes, admiring Yunming.

Yunming is so amazing! Yu Yu wants to be just as skilled as Sister Yunming in the future.

After demonstrating, Yunming began teaching Yu Yu each move step by step.

“Ha!” Yu Yu lifted her left leg.

Yunming gently lifted Yu Yu’s chubby little arm.

Yu Yu wobbled and struggled to keep her balance.

Feng Xiaohan couldn’t help but smile as he watched his daughter.

Yunming taught the next move.

Yu Yu puffed her cheeks adorably.

But the way she kicked her leg was just too cute.

She lost her balance and plopped down on the ground, hanging her head in disappointment.

Yu Yu couldn’t learn; she couldn’t be a great hero anymore.

“Yu Yu, come here.” Feng Xiaohan noticed his daughter’s dejection.

“Yunming, you can step back for now.”

“Yes.”

“Father, Yu Yu can’t learn.” Yu Yu sounded pitiful.

“Learning martial arts isn’t that easy.” Feng Xiaohan comforted her by stroking her head.

“Sister Yunming has been practicing martial arts for ten years to become the head of the secret guards.”

“I’ve been practicing martial arts for fifteen years.”

“Learning martial arts is a tedious, hard, and long process, which is why your father wants you to wait until you’re a bit older to start.”

“Yu Yu, remember, nothing can be achieved overnight; you must be patient and take it step by step.”

“That’s the lesson your father wanted to teach you today.” Feng Xiaohan gently encouraged his daughter, imparting the wisdom of patience.

“Yu Yu understands. It’s because Yu Yu was too impatient.” Yu Yu nodded her little head.

“Good girl.” Feng Xiaohan affectionately patted his daughter’s little head.

“Qing’an, take the princess for her afternoon nap.”

“Yes.”

Qing’an picked up Yu Yu and took her for a nap.

Yu Yu changed into her sleeping clothes and lay down on the bed.

Qing’an gently hummed a lullaby to coax Yu Yu to sleep.

“Brother Qing’an, you hum so beautifully.” As Yu Yu listened to the lullaby, her eyelids grew heavy.

“Ha, sleep now.” Qing’an chuckled softly.

Yu Yu succumbed to her drowsiness and fell asleep.

Qing’an tucked the little princess in before leaving.

As Qing’an stepped outside, he saw his friend Yan Chuan grinning at him.

“What’s going on?”

“I didn’t expect you could hum such lullabies.”

“When I was young, someone hummed them for me, and I remembered them.”

“Alas, no one has ever hummed for me since I was little.” Yan Chuan looked sorrowfully at the sky.

“Oh, tonight when you go to sleep, I can hum for you; just give me a couple of taels of gold,” Qing’an looked at his friend, not minding earning a little extra.