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A sharp, piercing wail suddenly burst from Shu Rou's throat.

With all her might, she swept her arm across the coffee table, knocking all the brocade booklets and fabric samples from the wooden box to the floor!

"Liar! Father is a liar!" She jumped off the couch, plopped down on the ground, and kicked her legs wildly, instantly covering her expensive silk skirt with dust.

Then she burst into tears, her voice hoarse and shrill.

"They say I'm a princess, and all the good things in the world should be mine! It's all a lie! A lie! So many beautiful clothes, that little beggar can buy them all! He bought so many and can still buy more! I want so many too! I want to pick whatever I want! I want ones with tails! With ears!"

Shu Rou cried her heart out, her body, wrapped in a ball, rolling on the ground, her hair disheveled, her beaded hairpins askew, her face a mess of tears and snot mixed with the dust on the ground.

Where is even a trace of imperial demeanor? She's nothing but a madwoman throwing a tantrum.

"Rou'er! Shut up! Get up! What kind of behavior is this!" Yao Jingyuan's head was buzzing from the sudden outburst and his daughter's incoherent cries, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

He hurriedly got up to pull her up, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the manager and several employees of Ruijinfang at the entrance of the warm pavilion. Although they had their heads down, their eyes were darting around and their ears were perked up, clearly having heard everything.

A surge of rage, a mixture of embarrassment, fury, and profound powerlessness, suddenly rose to the top of his head.

Compared to the little figure on the sky, being gently cared for, picking out her favorite items, and returning home laden with her spoils, and then looking at his own daughter throwing a tantrum and acting like a madwoman in front of him, a strong sense of humiliation and failure almost overwhelmed him.

"Shut up! Stop crying! Try crying again!" he shouted sternly, taking two steps forward, trying to forcibly pull Shu Rou up from the ground.

"No! I won't! I want it!" Shu Rou cried and struggled, using her hands and feet, and even kicked Yao Jingyuan's shin with such force that he almost lost his balance and fell.

"Otherwise I'll tell Mother Empress! I'll say you bullied me! You didn't buy me clothes! I'll let Mother Empress punish you!" Shu Rou kicked and screamed, her shrill voice almost lifting the roof off the warm pavilion.

Yao Jingyuan felt as if his temples were about to explode, his vision went black, and he had difficulty breathing.

He whirled around and roared towards the door, "Get out! All of you, get out!"

The shopkeeper, who was trying to keep a low profile at the door, was startled and hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, yes," before quickly leading his staff away and tightly closing the door to the warm room, temporarily shutting out the suffocating crying and wailing inside.

Yao Jingyuan suppressed the surging anger in his chest, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and cracked.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calmer, and squatted down to continue trying to soothe her: "Rou'er, be good, don't cry." He reached out to wipe her tears, but Shu Rou pushed him away forcefully.

"Rou'er, be good. Daddy will let you choose four outfits, okay? Daddy won't make any more clothes for himself; he'll make them all for Rou'er instead, okay?"

"When we get back, your father will give you all the shimmering brocade and cloud-patterned satin that your mother bestowed upon me last time! I'll have the best embroiderers in the palace make you the most fashionable clothes! They'll be much prettier than that little wretch... much prettier than what's on the curtain that day! Okay, Rou'er?"

This was the biggest concession he could make. The shimmering brocade and the cloud-like satin were imperial gifts that were hard to buy even with money, and he had originally planned to keep them for himself.

However, Shu Rou's crying only stopped for a fleeting moment.

Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she happened to see Little Douzi on the sky curiously picking up a beige sweater. The cuffs of the sweater had two fluffy brown bear paws sewn on them, which were extremely cute.

Little Douzi stretched out her little hand and gently touched the bear's paw, then looked up at Lin Ye and gave him a bright smile.

That smile was like a poisoned needle, piercing Shu Rou's heart and driving her to the brink of madness with jealousy.

"No! I don't want it! Who wants that fabric! I've had enough of it! It's so bulky! So ugly!" She suddenly burst into an even more piercing cry than before, pointing her finger forcefully at the sky.

"I want one like the ones on the sky! Warm! Beautiful! Soft! With ears! With a tail! With claws! I want one right now! I want to buy a whole bunch like her! So many! Why does she have them but I don't! Why! Waaaaaah—"

She burst into tears again, sobbing uncontrollably, her little face turning red as if she were crying out her internal organs, her body trembling violently from the intense sobbing.

Yao Jingyuan's last bit of patience was finally crushed by the endless crying and tantrums.

He glared fiercely at his own daughter, who was rolling on the ground covered in dust and crying uncontrollably. His eyes were bloodshot, and his head was throbbing as if it were about to split open.

It's noisy!

It was like countless flies buzzing in his ears, making him so irritable that he wanted to destroy everything.

If only I could shut her up...

Immediately! Right now!

The thought sprang forth like a venomous snake, instantly seizing over all his thoughts.

He watched as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and cried out desperately, and the fist that had been clenched just moments before slowly loosened.

Then, he raised that hand.

Just cover it up like that...

Cover that noisy, incredibly annoying mouth.

Calm her down.

The air inside the warm pavilion seemed to freeze at that moment.

All that remained was Shu Rou's sharp sobs and the approaching, shadowy hand.

Just as that large hand was about to touch Shu Rou's face—

Yao Jingyuan suddenly realized what had happened, and a wave of fear washed over him. He had almost...

He wanted to smother his daughter!

He quickly stood up, turned his head away, and stopped looking at Shu Rou, letting her cry.

He then stared intently at the sky outside the window, his gaze fixed on the second shop where Lin Ye was gesturing to the shop assistant to wrap up the sweater with the little bear paws.

The scene was both heartwarming and jarring, like a red-hot blade piercing his eyes and his heart.

His fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palms, sending a sharp pain through him, but it did nothing to quell the burning jealousy and resentment that was spreading wildly in his heart.

The silver charcoal in the charcoal brazier had burned to its last bit, leaving only a dim red glow struggling before finally going out completely.

In the warm room, the last trace of warmth quietly dissipated, and the chill seeped in silently from all directions.

On the sky, Lin Ye finally finished his shopping at the second store, and the shop assistants bowed respectfully with smiles on their faces as they saw him off.

Then, they turned around and went into the third, the fourth...

Clothes, pants, skirts, shoes, hats, scarves, gloves, pajamas, loungewear...

From small to one size larger, from autumn styles to winter styles, from everyday wear to occasional wear, Lin Ye seemed to be emptying the entire store.

If the little boy says "I like it," he buys it; if the little boy looks at it a few more times, he buys it; if the little boy reaches out to touch it, he buys it too.

The people of the Great Flame Kingdom went from shock to numbness, and then from numbness to a vague and inexplicable emptiness.