Yan Bolin was momentarily stunned. "But, Empress—"
Xia Yuqing shot him a cold look.
That single glance was enough to send a shiver down Yan Bolin's spine. He quickly changed his address. "Miss Xia," he corrected himself. "I hope you've been well in this world. When Rouxi first told me about you, I could hardly believe it. But now that I see you with my own eyes... it must be fate."
Yan Rouxi chuckled upon hearing that and winked at Xia Yuqing. "See? Didn't I say that we are destined to be good friends? Even my daddy can see that."
Yan Bolin touched his daughter's head lovingly. "My daughter can be a little naughty sometimes. I hope the Empress—I mean, Miss Xia—will not take her words seriously and forgive her if she makes any mistakes."
Xia Yuqing nodded coldly. However, after hearing her father's words, Yan Rouxi stuck her tongue out. "Daddy," she pouted unhappily and linked her arms with Xia Yuqing. "Yuqing and I are friends. Don't say that!"
