Noticing Gu Jiao’s reaction, Duke An looked at her and said, “JiaoJiao, what’s wrong? Is there something off about this sword?”

Duke An doted on Gu Jiao deeply, and every little change in her expression fell clearly into his eyes.

Gu Jiao did not know for a moment how she should explain.

Duke An understood his beloved daughter far too well; she would yield to gentleness but not to force. With a face full of worry, he said, “JiaoJiao, if something is troubling you, you must tell Father, you must not hide it from me, otherwise I will be worried.”