Standing at the grave, Gu Xiaoran listened to her grandmaster and Uncle He Lin's grief-stricken words, somewhat confused, and her little head fell into deep thought.

"Master, you've been divorced? What does that mean?"

The person in the tomb, isn't that the Goddess Nuwa? But the way the two of them are talking, it sounds like... Aunt Shu'er?

No, no way. Didn't the housewife say she was going to Shangjin to look for Aunt Shuer? How could she be lying in this cold cemetery?

The one lying in this tomb is none other than the goddess Nuwa.

At such a young age, he didn't understand the meaning of life and death, but he did know...

Once a person dies, they cannot be brought back to life.

How could Master's daughter have already passed away?

Li Zheng lowered his eyes. "It means being abandoned."

"Abandoned?" Gu Xiaoran looked at He Lin again, her eyes turning unfriendly.

"Uncle He Lin, have you really abandoned Aunt Shu'er?"

“I…” He Lin was pulled back to his senses and shook his head in denial.

“Father-in-law, you shouldn’t say such things to the child.”

"Did I say anything wrong?" Li Zheng's words were resolute, leaving He Lin helpless.

"He'll understand when he grows up." He Lin's desire to take Gu Xiaoran away had never changed.

At this moment, standing before Shu'er's grave, his resolve grew even stronger.

Li Zheng stood in front of Gu Xiaoran, saying, "When he grows up, if he has any conscience, he will only blame you."

“Whether it’s resentment or hatred, I don’t care. As long as I can see him all the time, I’ll be at peace.” He Lin’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Jin’er, be good, Daddy will take you to find your mother.”

As he spoke, he tried to approach Gu Xiaoran, but Li Zheng waved him away.

"I've already told you, with me here, you can't take him away!"

Gu Xiaoran suddenly stepped back. His impression of Uncle He Lin was quite complicated.

“He is my prince, no, the crown prince. Father-in-law, you can’t be so selfish.”

"He's not!" Li Zheng suddenly felt dizzy.

He practically shouted those words.

His face suddenly tightened, his heart raced, and he was terrified that He Lin would step forward and snatch the child from him.

"He is!" He Lin insisted.

“He is my son. Blood is thicker than water. Even if the sky falls, this is an unchangeable fact.”

"He's not, he's not!"

Li Zheng spoke excitedly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his nervousness.

Gu Xiaoran was terrified by the two men in front of her, and was in a state of confusion.

"Master, what are you talking about? Xiao Ran can't understand a word you're saying!"

Li Zheng: "..." He didn't want to explain.

"Master, you two are so strange." Gu Xiaoran pondered for a long time, but was still confused.

At this moment, the two men fell into a brief silence.

He Lin sat on the ground, holding a long painting box in his arms, his eyes closed in deep thought, no one knew what he was thinking.

Li Zheng stood quietly before the grave, gazing at the mound before him.

Time seemed to stand still...

Gu Xiaoran looked at this one, then at that one, and finally walked towards Li Zheng, stretching out her small arms to him.

"Grandmaster, hug me."

Li Zheng bent down and lifted Gu Xiaoran high in his arms.

"Master, when do we set off? I want to see Aunt Shu'er."

He Lin, who was sitting in a daze, quickly turned his head to Li Zheng upon hearing Gu Xiaoran's words.

"No, we're not going." Li Zheng tightened his embrace around Gu Xiaoran, his mind drifting into memories...

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Originally, the Northern Qi dynasty held absolute power in the world.

The Northern Qi emperor, ambitious and determined to unify the country, devised a plan to eliminate his enemies one by one.

They first pointed the finger at Dongjin.

At that time, the Kingdom of Dongjin was weak and unable to contend with it.