Jian understood that the Immortal Emperor was troubled, caught between the fact that some connections were not of his own choosing and the lingering guilt over a son he had never met—a son who was, after all, innocent. This had manifested as a heart demon. Jian twirled the circular fan in her hand, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Immortal Emperor Wanjian, have you ever considered that this so-called son of yours might not be your child at all?"
Wanjian’s hand, which had been counting his prayer beads, paused. He shook his head and replied, "He is certainly my child. I am capable of discerning a blood connection."
Jian shook her head in return. "Immortal Emperor Wanjian, you think too simply of the Huangfu royal family’s ambitions. At the very least, it seems they have succeeded."
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