A sense of impending doom hung over the Hua household. They had managed to ignore the events of the afternoon for the rest of the day, but now, as they gathered around the dinner table, the tension was thick.

Mulan played with her food. She had no appetite. How could she when there was a rock in the middle of her stomach from the thought of her father fighting the northern invaders? Beside her, Xiu took a half-hearted bite and then put down her food. She wasn’t hungry, either.

Across the way, Mulan’s mother hadn’t even bothered to take a plate. She sat with her eyes locked on Zhou. Unaware, or choosing to ignore the looks from his wife and daughters, Zhou ate with gusto.

“You’re a war hero,” Li said, her words soft as she broke the silence. “You’ve already made many great sacrifices—”

Zhou didn’t let her finish. He knew what she was going to say. “Are you suggesting our family not comply with the Imperial edict?” 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第1页/共10页