Fang Yuan moved instantly.
One arm held the confused little girl while the other wrapped around Lin Zhaoyue's waist before she could take another step forward.
"Zhaoyue."
He called out softly, hoping she would listen.
Lin Zhaoyue actually stopped.
"She's just a child," Fang Yuan said.
Her eyes locked onto the little girl still clinging to him.
"She asked me if I was your big sister." Lin Zhaoyue's voice grew softer and softer. "As though I'm not your woman."
Fang Yuan sighed inwardly before lowering his head toward the little girl in his arms.
"From now on," he said calmly, "call her Mother."
The entire hall froze while the little girl blinked. "Mother?"
Fang Yuan nodded once before pointing at himself.
"And call me Father."
This time, Lin Zhaoyue reacted instantly.
All traces of killing intent vanished from her body so abruptly that several elders nearly coughed blood from the sudden shift in pressure.
Her darkened eyes widened slightly.
