Han Jing even playfully winked at Han Litong. Although she looked similar to Han Litong, her temperament 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 momentarily dazed. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

In her heart, however, a trace of tension inexplicably arose.

"He told me...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 time 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 me 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 medicine pills to Qin Shutong, who personally made the late Emperor take them; you should know very well what kind of medicine it was! So...that’s the situation. Since I’m here in Beihan Palace today, I must meet 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, momentarily 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 someone 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 meant 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 meant 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 remember Uncle Fengxi, his undying affection for her mother was well-known in the Spirit Cultivation Realm...

Han Qingjue’s mind was a jumbled mess, 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.