Han Jing even playfully winked at Han Litong. Although she looked similar to Han Litong, her temperant was completely different. Han Litong had a celestial aura, while Han Jing was bright, confident, and a tad adorable. Her smile and actions made her seem like a cute little girl, causing Han Litong to be montarily dazed.
In her heart, however, a trace of tension inexplicably arose.
"He told ...my biological father is Fengxi." Han Jing directly blurted out this sentence without any preamble, startling Han Litong so much she "whooshed" to her feet, staring incredulously at Han Jing, her eyes nearly bulging out.
This was probably the first ti in many years she had lost her composure in such a manner, her voice carrying a sharp edge, "What did you say?!"
Han Jing arched her brow lazily and said, "Oh, you can’t hear clearly? I said, Qin Shutong told that Fengxi is actually my father, and I have nothing to do with that late Emperor of Dong Qin Country. He said that night, he was hiding in your bedroom closet. After you were drugged, Fengxi appeared and knocked out the late Emperor. What happened afterward...apologies, my precious daughter is here, so I won’t get into it. Afterward, it was Fengxi who gave the dicine pills to Qin Shutong, who personally made the late Emperor take them; you should know very well what kind of dicine it was! So...that’s the situation. Since I’m here in Beihan Palace today, I must et my biological father. It’s a father-daughter connection, and I’m just asking to kowtow to him. Such a small request isn’t too much, right?"
Han Jing straightforwardly recounted the events and then looked sincerely at Han Qingjue, "May I?"
Han Qingjue was also blown away by this earth-shattering secret, montarily unable to react, focusing only on Han Jing’s point about a father-daughter connection and whether kowtowing was too much—well, no, that’s not too much. So she instinctively nodded, "You may, Uncle Fengxi’s remains are in the underground palace, I’ll have soone take you there."
Han Jing politely cupped her hands, "Thank you very much."
Han Qingjue, however, turned her gaze to Han Litong.
She still hadn’t fully processed the news, but she completely understood Han Jing’s implication; it ant Han Jing was actually Uncle Fengxi’s and her mother’s child... But, but if she were Uncle Fengxi’s daughter, then why would Mother abandon her? Because she herself... didn’t know? This, this ant that Mother cast away the biological daughter of the benefactor who cared for her for years and eventually exchanged his life for hers... without any regret... cast away?
Han Qingjue was utterly bewildered... So, earlier, Mother scolded her for being ungrateful because she stole the Beiming Pearl, which could potentially cause Uncle Fengxi’s soul to disperse, but when compared... wasn’t she not as excessive as her mother? Even if she didn’t rember Uncle Fengxi, his undying affection for her mother was well-known in the Spirit Cultivation Realm...
Han Qingjue’s mind was a jumbled ss, and she instinctively looked towards Han Litong.
"Pff—"
Han Litong suddenly bent over, spitting a mouthful of blood, lost all her composure, and slumped into the chair. In fact, because she was unsteady, she slipped directly from the chair onto the floor.
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