"Milady, how are the princesses? Has Xiao Liu recovered from her fever?" Ruo Chen entered your palace in the middle of the night, something he should have known better than to attempt.

"Papa!" Xiao Yao, your youngest daughter, rushed toward him and embraced his knees.

"Princess, your father is the Emperor. I understand your affection for me, but you should not employ that term," he gently admonished, lifting her up and playfully touching foreheads.