My enemies became my companions

Chapter 643 The Real Father (Bonus Chapter 4 Combined)

He stood frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, and even the wind and snow seemed to pause for a moment around him.

Chen Yi was suddenly struck by a sense of absurdity.

Seduce...me?

She actually made this wish?

Although he usually heard the Crown Prince's daughter making a lot of noise about trying to seduce him, Chen Yi just let it go and took it as a joke. After all, no matter how good the seduction skills of this silly girl were, she would still make things worse and was a bit dull.

Moreover, now that she has become a spirit and has not yet returned to her body, her appeal to Chen Yi has been greatly diminished.

Chen Yi slowly closed his slightly open mouth and subconsciously examined his own heart with great seriousness.

There was no palpitation, no ripples, not even the slightest emotion other than astonishment.

He wasn't even moved, let alone touched; he even found it a little... funny.

He gave Donggong Ruoshu a deep look, his expression a mixture of helplessness, astonishment, and a hint of "I knew it" understanding. This silly girl's thought process always took unexpected turns, making it impossible for anyone to catch up.

"How was it? Did you succeed?"

When Donggong Ruoshu saw his gaze sweep over her, she immediately floated nervously and expectantly in front of him, her spirit form almost touching Chen Yi's face.

"Have you suddenly found me particularly attractive? Is your heart racing? Do you want to...want to do something to me?" She blinked her clear eyes, trying to charm him.

Chen Yi shook his head expressionlessly, his movements swift and decisive.

"No." The two words were spoken with absolute certainty.

The glimmer of expectation on Donggong Ruoshu's face instantly dimmed, replaced by a look of confusion and dejection: "...It was supposed to grant all wishes...this pool is a lie..."

She floated to the edge of the pool, squatted down, and looked at the churning dark golden liquid from left to right.

Chen Yi ignored her slight disappointment and turned his gaze back to the "Wish-Fulfilling Pool" churning with a dark golden viscous liquid.

The pool water was still slowly churning, emitting a strange smell of sulfur and sandalwood, but the intense flashing of runes when Donggong Ruoshu made her wish had subsided, as if nothing had happened.

"So it really was a scam?" Chen Yi couldn't help but wonder.

The silly girl's wish was not fulfilled, and he himself felt nothing. The effects of this pool were really questionable. However, the information in Xigu's soul and Elder Naxi's fanaticism before his death indicated that this thing was extremely important to the heretical sect of the religion.

Chen Yi never readily believes, but he also never easily dismisses anything.

He decided to try it out himself.

Chen Yi walked to the edge of the pond, standing a few steps away from Donggong Ruoshu, and secretly uttered a few words:
"I am the Venerable One."

As the sound faded, the pool water continued to churn, and the runes flickered as usual, without any additional anomalies, neither shining brightly nor exhibiting any repulsive fluctuations.

Chen Yi frowned slightly.

"See! I told you it was a lie!" Although the transmission was secret, Donggong Ruoshu could tell from the way his mouth opened and closed that he had revealed the secret.

Donggong Ruoshu pointed to the unresponsive pool water, her voice regaining some vitality, tinged with a hint of smugness.

Chen Yi neither agreed nor disagreed with her conclusion, remaining silent for a moment as if weighing his options.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice even lower, as he plunged it into the churning pool water.

"I am a demon from beyond the realm."

The moment the words fell.

The entire pool of dark gold water suddenly boiled violently, as if a red-hot iron had been thrown into it. It was no longer the previous churning, but an almost violent spray. Countless dark gold runes suddenly became dazzling and eye-catching, flowing and colliding wildly like living things, emitting a low hum.

The scent of sulfur and sandalwood instantly intensified tenfold, almost forming a tangible wave of air that rushed towards us, while the blurry reflection in the center of the pool distorted and changed rapidly.

This reaction was more than ten times stronger than when Donggong Ruoshu made her wish before.

"Wow!" Donggong Ruoshu was so startled by the sudden change that she floated back a little. "It moved! It really moved this time! Chen Yi, Chen Yi, make a wish, make a wish! How about accepting my seduction?" Her eyes were sparkling, as if she was enjoying the show.

Chen Yi had no time to pay attention to her noisy suggestions; his entire focus was on the raging pool water.

Deep within the pool, something seemed to have been completely awakened.

She was watching him coldly through the viscous liquid, waiting for his deal...

This pool can indeed "hear" secrets and react accordingly, seemingly able to grant wishes. But the more it seems to do so, the more wary Chen Yi becomes.

The wish you make shouldn't be too big, otherwise who knows what kind of backlash it might bring? Nor should it be too small, otherwise it would be a huge loss.

Having made up his mind, Chen Yi no longer hesitated and said, "I want to know where the legacy of the World-Holding Envoy is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the raging pool water suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, countless flickering dark gold runes, as if drawn by an invisible hand, instantly detached from the pool water and rapidly converged and arranged themselves in the air about a foot above the pool surface.

The strange smell of sulfur and sandalwood was suppressed by a more ancient and desolate aura.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely detailed and complex topographical map clearly floated before Chen Yi's eyes, showing the direction of the mountain ranges, the course of the rivers, and a specially marked hidden node located deep in the mountains...

All information regarding the lineage and location of the Vidyadharas is contained within.

Having memorized it, Chen Yi, having achieved his goal, had no more lingering feelings. He turned and left, his boots crunching on the frozen snow.

"Hey, wait for me." Donggong Ruoshu quickly floated after him, gracefully circling around to his front and blocking his way.

Chen Yi stopped, his brows furrowing slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked.

Donggong Ruoshu tilted her head up and leaned very close, almost bumping into Chen Yi's arms. Her clear eyes scrutinized Chen Yi's eyes carefully, as if trying to find something different within them.

Chen Yi felt a little uneasy looking at it.

“I’m checking,” she said seriously, “to see if there’s even a tiny bit of… well, a tiny bit of love in your eyes. The pool water reacted so strongly just now, maybe the wish was delayed?”

Chen Yi looked at her face so close to his own without even blinking and said, "No."

The glimmer of hope that had just appeared on Donggong Ruoshu's face completely collapsed, her shoulders slumped, and she muttered softly, "...Oh."

She drifted away slightly, but still stayed by Chen Yi's side. The wind and snow passed through her illusory body. After walking a few steps in silence, Chen Yi took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Miss Donggong, why are you so persistent?"

"Huh?" Donggong Ruoshu didn't react for a moment.

"Seduce me," Chen Yi added.

Donggong Ruoshu tilted her head, as if the question didn't require any thought: "Because the Empress Dowager told me to do it."

Chen Yi didn't stop walking, but glanced at her sideways. "She tells you to do it, so you do it?"

“Yes!” Donggong Ruoshu nodded matter-of-factly, her soul twirling lightly in mid-air. “The Empress Dowager treated me extremely well, forgiving a large debt from me, providing me with food and clothing, ordering people to teach me swordsmanship, and arranging my marriage, though it didn’t work out in the end.” She then straightened her chest. “However, I still have to do what the Empress Dowager asked me to do. What’s that saying again… If the ruler treats me as a national hero, I will repay the ruler as a national hero.”

Chen Yi: "..."

This silly girl doesn't even know she's being sold.

But sometimes fools are lucky, and her luck is always extraordinary... Thinking of this, Chen Yi frowned slightly. Perhaps the secret that the Eastern Palace girl gave to Chi Zi just now was related to her strong luck?
Seeing his silence, Donggong Ruoshu seemed to remember something, floated to his side, and added, "Speaking of which, Chen Yi, Her Majesty... seems to really miss you."

"miss me?"

Chen Yi paused, abruptly turned his head, pondered for a moment, and then smiled:

"She's a crazy woman."

The woman was blinded by hatred and tormented by an inexplicable love. Because of her high position, she inexplicably projected many emotions onto herself, and for this reason, she imposed herself on others several times...

Chen Yi, however, never wanted to be someone's tool for life, and he disliked being manipulated by others.

Empress An's image flashed through his mind, already somewhat blurred. It had been a long time since he had seen her, and he had not easily let go of what had happened back then. Sooner or later, he would return to Jingren Palace, preferably with the help of Prince Qin Qingluo of Annan, to become a legitimate traitor.

Chen Yi suddenly felt a strong desire.

"No need to mention her."

Donggong Ruoshu subconsciously said, "But..."

"No buts." Chen Yi interrupted her coldly.

He turned away, no longer looking at Donggong Ruoshu, and descended the steps. The wind and snow howled in his face, and his clothes were slightly open at the chest, revealing a glimmer of light that disappeared in an instant.

………………

When he rushed back to the palace, it was already nearly dusk.

The gates of the Prince's mansion were bustling with carriages and horses, and servants and guards were busy in an orderly manner. It was clear that the master had just returned to the mansion. As soon as Chen Yi stepped onto the steps, he saw the Prince of Annam, surrounded by a group of personal guards, coming out from the corridor on the other side.

The King of Annam was still dressed in a black outfit with a dark cloak over it. His brows showed a slight weariness from the long journey, but his solemn and dignified demeanor remained undiminished.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Qin Qingluo's gaze remained sharp, seemingly piercing through the lingering chill emanating from Chen Yi. She nodded almost imperceptibly, without uttering a word.

Chen Yi also cupped his hands in greeting, then stepped aside to make way.

There was a businesslike distance between the two.

After the King of Annam disappeared into the distance, Chen Yi paused briefly, straightened his robes, thought for a moment, and then headed towards the Imperial Study.

He waited for a short while in the hall outside the study before a maid led him inside.

The study was dimly lit, with only the solitary lamp on the desk casting a steady glow, and the air still smelled of ink.

When Chen Yi entered the study, Qin Qingluo was already sitting behind her desk, her cloak hanging beside her. She was staring intently at the desk. In front of her were not memorials, but several thread-bound books of varying thicknesses and a few yellowed scrolls, which looked quite old.

In one corner of the desk, there were even a few broken pieces of bone or stone engraved with strange symbols.

"Your Highness, this humble official pays his respects." Chen Yi cupped his hands in greeting.

Qin Qingluo raised her eyes, gesturing for him to dispense with formalities: "You're back? How was your trip?"

"I have successfully completed my mission." Chen Yi succinctly recounted the events of his trip to the snow mountain, including the ambush by the heretics and the eventual discovery of the "Pond of Wish Fulfillment," clearly recounting the entire process.

He omitted the absurd details of Donggong Ruoshu's wish and the secret of the exchange, only emphasizing the strange properties of the pool water and his own discovery of the source of the inheritance.

Qin Qinglu listened quietly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the files on the desk.

"The Pond of Wishes Fulfilled..." Qin Qingluo repeated the ancient syllable that Chen Yi had mentioned in a low voice, "That's Sanskrit."

Her gaze swept over the mountain of ancient books and scrolls before her, her tone tinged with weariness yet unusually focused.

“Ever since you mentioned Wu Meng’s words, ‘Light and darkness have no boundaries, and humans can replace gods,’ as well as the fragment of the Sacred Flame Token, I have felt that this matter is of great importance.”

In the past few days, I have ordered people to retrieve all records concerning internal strife within the Ming and An Shen Sect, especially those concerning so-called 'heresies,' from the Prince's Palace archives and the Zhige Division's archives.

Chen Yi's gaze also fell on the books and files. Many of the pages were yellowed and curled at the edges, and some of the covers even had traces of insect damage, indicating that they were extremely old.

With such a vast collection of documents, Qin Qingluo clearly devoted a great deal of time to reviewing them during his absence.

Qin Qingluo picked up one of the thickest ancient books, its cover as black as ink. The pages creaked as she turned them. She flipped to a page in the middle, pointing to a blurry, roughly drawn woodblock print illustration and a few lines of obscure classical Chinese text.

"The clues you're investigating point to something far more than an ordinary heresy. According to these long-sealed secret records, about fifty years ago, a shocking split and purge occurred within the cult, and the names and deeds of many people involved were either intentionally concealed or completely disorganized."

Even dynasties throughout history have often distorted or even vilified the past when compiling histories of previous dynasties. How much more so should a sectarian dispute within the same religion be handled? Chen Yi nodded slightly. Everyone understands the principle of the victor being king and the loser being villain.

“However, there are always some things that can’t be hidden no matter what, for example…” Qin Qingluo paused, then asked, “Do you know who that heretic who rivaled Gongsun Guan back then was?”

Chen Yi asked in confusion, "Who?"

"The Pure Saintess".

Though spoken softly, those four words struck like a thunderclap.

Chen Yi's pupils contracted, and a noticeable tremor appeared on his face.

"I was also taken aback when I first saw her, but after a little thought, I realized that it makes sense. The succession of holy maidens in the Divine Sect has been orderly, but how could the Pure Holy Maiden be so young in this generation?"

Chen Yi composed himself. He was no longer Yin Tingxue's enemy, nor was he her mistress or concubine. She no longer ran away and had even fallen in love with him. Their life together, filled with affection, had long since overshadowed those words. He had almost forgotten that Yin Tingxue was the Pure Saintess, and that she had countless connections with the Bright and Dark Divine Cult.

Qin Qingluo's words were true. The two old saintesses, Wisdom and Strength, were both in their seventies or eighties, and Zhu E was already a wife. Only Yin Tingxue was at least a generation younger than them. Chen Yi still remembered that when he took her, she was only sixteen years old.

Qin Qingluo clearly anticipated Chen Yi's reaction, and she pressed her fingertip heavily on the woodblock print illustration.

Although the picture was blurry, the outline of a woman could still be vaguely discerned. She was wearing a plain white robe symbolizing a pure and holy saint, standing in a chaotic vortex of light and shadow, her posture holy and flawless.

"It was her. Her name has been completely erased from the religion. All records refer to her as 'the heretic' or 'the rebellious goddess.' She seems to have extraordinary talent. No one can match her in the debates on the religion’s scriptures. Even the ambitious and talented leader of the religion at that time, Gongsun Guan, could force her to a draw when debating the most profound and subtle points of the doctrine. This is truly a rare occurrence in a hundred years."

Qin Qingluo's voice was calm:

"However, great wisdom can be harmful. She questioned the uniqueness of the Buddha, believing that light and darkness are originally from the same source, two sides of the same coin, not suspended in the heavens, but contained in the heart of the human mind. This theory was earth-shattering. Even worse, she advocated heresies such as that humans can replace gods, using her eloquent tongue to bewitch believers."

Chen Yi remained silent, processing this information. The faint crackling of the burning wick of the solitary lamp instantly brought to mind Elder Naxi's fervent as he climbed towards the "Pool of Wish Fulfillment," and the vague information about "resurrecting someone" found in the fragments of Xigu's soul…

"What do you want to say?" Qin Qingluo noticed that he was thinking.

After a moment, Chen Yi said, "I think... that group of heretics in the cult may be searching for the Pool of Wish Fulfillment not just to resurrect this Pure Saintess, but because... the Pool of Wish Fulfillment is one of her... sources of power... in any case, it must be an indispensable part of her plan."

"Looking at it this way, the lineage of the World-Supporting Envoy you're looking for might be the same," Qin Qingluo said logically. "Otherwise, Gongsun Guan wouldn't have asked you to go looking for it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, suddenly catching a clue from the eccentric leader of the demonic sect.

He had previously met with the latter on the mountain, but the latter neither confirmed nor denied his statement, seemingly expressing a polite refusal. However, recently he had Zhu E relay a message, pointing out the purpose of the gold paper. Now, it seems that all the mystical talk and the theory of lamps were just a ploy to kill someone else.

The dim light of the lone lamp cast shifting shadows on his face.

But why must you borrow from yourself?

A multitude of thoughts rushed through his mind, but he couldn't make a decision. Chen Yi lowered his eyes, his brows furrowed, and he became absorbed in his thoughts.

Qin Qingluo silently watched him, her gaze deep and thoughtful. For some reason, she suddenly felt that he was quite pleasing to the eye when he was deep in thought, so her gaze became even more intense.

After a long pause, Chen Yi exhaled and smiled, "I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just be prepared."

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Qingluo asked, "Aren't you going up the mountain to confront them?"

"No need, we won't get any results from asking." Chen Yi said in an extremely calm tone, "If he wants to borrow a knife, I will show him where this knife will ultimately strike."

Qin Qingluo narrowed her snake-like eyes.

He was a man who would risk his life for petty gains, which was certainly despicable, but precisely because of this, at this moment, he seemed to have a certain spirit of disregarding life and death.

She didn't show her true feelings, but when it came to matters of beauty, Chen Yi was an extremely meticulous person.

Chen Yi glanced at the cloak lying to the side and casually asked, "Why are you wearing a cloak? Aren't you hot? It's not good to wear something so thick."

"When a martial artist reaches a certain level, he can control his own temperature; you must know that."

"This humble official only has a sincere heart for Your Highness, and is somewhat concerned about the chaos..." Chen Yi cupped his hands and said sincerely.

The tall, beautiful woman behind the desk merely chuckled slightly, then opened her mouth and uttered:

"Clumsy".

She was speechless when she saw Chen Yi. She opened her mouth, but could only lower her head.

"There's no need to fawn over someone unnecessarily; those who aren't in a position shouldn't meddle in its affairs."

"Give a stick and then offer a sweet treat; no matter how much you dislike someone, you still have this basic way of managing people," Qin Qingluo said slowly.

"Even in terms of ability alone, I value you highly. Just do what you are supposed to do. The Queen will take care of your well-being. I summoned you here not for such trivial matters."

"Yes, I understand."

With that, Chen Yi took his leave.

Qin Qinglu lowered her head, turned the lamp closer, cut it open with scissors to make it brighter, and then bent over her desk to review the case files.

Less than half an hour later, some noise was heard outside the study, followed by a maid's hesitant announcement.

"Your Highness, the Princess requests an audience!"

Qin Qinglu frowned slightly and said, "Summon."

A figure turned through the door; it was Chen Yi again.

Unlike before, he had changed into casual clothes and said with a grin:
"I've come to inquire about Your Highness's well-being."

The Queen was amused and annoyed.

Chen Yi picked up the cloak she had set aside, and instead of leaving immediately, he casually leaned closer and said:
"Is Your Highness still busy?"

His gaze was fixed intently on Qin Qingluo.

"Your Highness," Chen Yi's voice was lowered, with a hint of barely perceptible stickiness, "the charcoal fire in this study is strong, and reviewing documents is mentally taxing... Aren't you hot dressed so warmly?"

His gaze, seemingly carrying warmth, swept over Qin Qingluo's shoulders and neck, which were clad in a dark, fitted outfit.

Others couldn't see through her illusions and disguises, but Chen Yi had opened his Heavenly Eye and could see her true face clearly.

Qin Qingluo sat upright like a mountain, not moving an inch despite his approach.

The bright lights shone down generously, outlining her tall and strong figure with exceptional clarity.

“This humble official… I noticed that Your Highness…” He paused, his gaze sweeping over her, “There seems to be some fine sweat on your temples.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Qingluo did not immediately look up, but her wrist holding the vermilion brush paused slightly; she did indeed feel a bit stuffy.

Having just returned home weary from her journey, she then engaged in official business and reviewed files, requiring intense concentration. Coupled with the warm light in the study, her internal energy was already far more vigorous and surging than that of an ordinary person. Now, with Chen Yi's insightful comment, that restlessness seemed even more pronounced.

Subconsciously, she used her left hand, which wasn't holding a pen, to casually unbutton the top two buttons of her black outfit.

The movement was natural, with the unpretentious efficiency of a martial artist, yet it possessed a unique allure that was unintentional.

The dark-colored collar of his shirt was slightly open to the sides, revealing a beautifully shaped neck with well-defined muscles. His sweat-soaked skin gleamed with a warm and powerful luster like honey under the lamplight, extending all the way to his clearly visible collarbone.

The tight-fitting clothes accentuated her full figure, rising and falling slightly with her steady breathing.

The curves are perfectly round and jet black, like two mountain ranges, which remain silent.

A bead of sweat slid down the hollow of his collarbone.

Chen Yi's gaze swept quickly across the scene, like the strongest liquor or the wildest horse; this female prince always managed to ignite his most primal desire to conquer.

Faced with such beauty, his lustful audacity was boundless. He took a half-step forward, his voice tinged with a hint of probing:
"Your Highness works tirelessly day and night and must take care of your health. This study is stuffy, so perhaps... we could find a more refreshing place so that I..." He paused, then continued meaningfully, "so that I could better serve Your Highness... and relieve your burdens?"

He emphasized the words "do his best" very carefully.

However, he was not met with infatuation.

The tall woman slowly rose from her seat.
"Chen Yi".

Qin Qingluo put down her pen, gave him a cold glance, and her snake-like eyes appeared particularly cold and sharp in the dim light, carrying only a naked warning.

"I cannot accept your 'sincere heart'. Go away, and don't make me say 'get lost'."

Chen Yi was slightly taken aback. Women are truly unpredictable, even Qin Qingluo is somewhat like that. Wasn't her action just now an implication, without a trace of affection?

But when you're under someone's roof, even a corpse has to bow its head.

Chen Yi put away his playful smile, nodded and said, "Yes, I'll take my leave now."

The door receded into the distance behind him, the lights in the study went out, and Chen Yi turned around, gazing into the distance, reviewing each detail and savoring it slowly.

Actually, there were some feelings involved, but Chen Yi withdrew his gaze.

She looked down at him.

That glance... was clearly one of contempt.

.....................

"Becoming Qin Yue's father is the most important thing right now."

Chen Yi casually said that no matter how restless the corpse was, he couldn't rush things with Qin Qingluo right now. He still needed to maintain this little family first. When Qin Yue was clinging to him and couldn't leave his father, he could easily rekindle his relationship with Qin Qingluo.

To rekindle their romance...

Using this word... even Chen Yi himself found it a bit difficult to keep up.

Anyway, that's the gist of it.

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Yi went to look for his daughter, but to no avail. When he turned into the inner courtyard with a lantern, he saw Zhu E coming out and telling him that Qin Yue was already asleep.

Having received this message, Chen Yi felt somewhat disappointed that he had come up empty-handed this time.

Zhu E covered her mouth and chuckled: "My lord is too ambitious."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi blushed, but fortunately, he was thick-skinned and recovered before his face turned completely red. He replied, "Isn't Qin Yue the same?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

After a while, Chen Yi said softly, "You're right. I might be too ambitious, which isn't good. Of course, Qin Yue isn't doing well either."

"When the water is full, it overflows. Yue'er needs more companionship. Don't let her think about how to benefit herself when she's with her husband."

Chen Yishen agreed. Qin Yue is two years old now, which is the best age to shape a child's worldview. It's better to let her recognize her father. He doesn't want to be a doting father in the future, barely saying a word all day long, except for his own child saying, "Old Deng, explode gold coins."

Unlike maternal love, paternal love always requires careful consideration of boundaries.

"I'll come see her again tomorrow."

Leaving those words behind, Chen Yi turned and left.

Zhu E also returned to her room immediately. The affairs within the sect had been relatively quiet these past few days, allowing her to spend more time in the courtyard and properly be a mother. Pushing open the door, she saw Qin Yue rubbing her sleepy eyes, clearly having just fallen asleep and then woken up again.

Seeing that Zhu E had finally returned, Qin Yue couldn't wait to get up and snuggle into her arms, whispering sweet nothings.

"Mommy...hug...hug me."

"Yue'er waited all this time by herself, you're so good and so amazing." Zhu E hugged her and gently stroked her back.

"Yue'er is amazing..."

Qin Yue was all smiles and happy, but then she noticed someone outside the window stop for a moment and wave at her. Her expression changed slightly.

She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and beckoned.

The man left with a smile.

"Good girl, Yue'er," Zhu E saw this scene and was genuinely happy for the father and daughter. She gently stroked Qin Yue's head. "Daddy is going home."

"Going back... Mother, why... why did he come looking for you?" Qin Yue muttered. "Is he... is he also Dad?"

She never understood why her mother called him "father".

Could it be that……

"Is he Mom's father?"

Qin Yue's curious and bewildered question left Zhu E both amused and exasperated. She briefly considered saying, "Isn't that what you often say?" but ultimately shook her head, thinking it wouldn't be good to teach a child bad habits.

"No, isn't that right?" Qin Yue asked again.

"He is Yue'er's father..."

"Really?"

"Really."

Zhu E understood Qin Yue's confusion and bewilderment. For a two-year-old child, such things were difficult to understand, and the relationship between them was indeed too complicated and difficult to comprehend. She didn't know how to explain it to her for the time being.

Qin Yue suddenly asked again, "Mother, between him and Father, who...who is the father?"

Zhu E didn't know what to say, and after a while said, "...They're all Dads?"

Qin Yue is still naive and at the most innocent age. If the truth were told to her, it would not only cause great confusion and shock to the child, but more importantly, it would easily expose her. The fact that Qin Qingluo inherited the title as a woman should not be brought to the forefront. If Qin Yue accidentally reveals her secret, the small leak could cause the whole thing to collapse. It is hard to guarantee that someone with ulterior motives will not take advantage of this and cause endless trouble for the Southern Frontier.

"Both are fathers? Yue'er... has... two fathers, Father King... is a father, and he is also a father..." Qin Yue was a little confused and looked a bit dizzy.

Zhu E hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "Yue'er, let me tell you... they are both fathers, but one is a real father and the other is a fake father."

"Wh-what..." Qin Yue tried to think for a while, then stared wide-eyed in confusion.

"Yes, yes, one is true and one is false. Yue'er is still young and doesn't understand. It's enough for her to know this. It's a secret and we can't tell anyone else."

"Yue'er... Yue'er won't tell..."

Although she was still confused, at least there was an explanation. Qin Yue lowered her head, feeling a little relieved that her long-standing confusion had been resolved.
"Yue'er will definitely, definitely not tell."

She waved her hands a few times, then held up two fingers and stared at them.

Two fathers...

One is the real father, and the other is the fake father?
If that's the case,

Is real father's milk sweeter and more delicious?
Qin Yue smacked her lips, suddenly feeling a little hungry.

(End of this chapter)