"Let me introduce you. This is Xia Jingyi. If you follow current affairs news, you'll know her," said Old Ling.
"Hello." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly, his gaze lowered, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Can you... lift your head?" Xia Jingyi composed herself.
Ye Xingchen slowly raised his head, and the moment he did, Xia Jingyi's body trembled slightly.
"So similar...too similar."
"Who does she look like?" Ye Xingchen looked directly into her eyes.
“Like my husband who passed away more than 20 years ago, his name was Ye Jinyu.” Xia Jingyi closed her eyes, and tears finally fell.
"The commander of the Crimson Feather Army, Ye Jinyu?" Ye Xingchen asked, somewhat realizing.
He had heard of this name; it was a legend.
He joined the army at the age of thirteen, became a general at the age of twenty, and led the Red Feather Army deep into the heart of a certain country, directly threatening the capital.
When he was in power, everyone from neighbors across China to drug lords trembled in fear.
Unfortunately, during the Battle of Jinluo City, he was betrayed, his intelligence was leaked, and he died on the southwestern frontier.
The hero perished here, and his remains still hang in Jinluo City.
“You have his shadow in you, but you are completely different people.” At this moment, Xia Jingyi put aside her status and domineering manner.
Like a mother seeing her child whom she hadn't seen for many years, she reached out to touch Ye Xingchen's face, but her hand remained frozen in mid-air.
If her child with Ye Jinyu were still alive, it would be this big by now, right?
"Um, Xiao Ye, why don't you call her Auntie? Aunt Xia has a chronic illness; could you perhaps take a look at her?" Old Ling coughed lightly, interrupting the two.
"Aunt Xia, please have a seat." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly, helped her sit down, and then put his hand on her wrist.
"Aunt Xia's condition is due to excessive grief, which has affected her heart and lungs, causing illness from worry and harming her internal organs," Ye Xingchen said. "This is a heart ailment; seeing objects reminds her of the person, and when her emotions are not in harmony, her heart feels like it's being torn apart."
"So, is there any cure for my illness?" Xia Jingyi stared intently at Ye Xingchen.
“It can be cured.” Ye Xingchen nodded, then hesitated for a moment: “However, I need something from your body as a medicinal ingredient.”
"The things I have? Sure, what do you need?" Xia Jingyi was slightly taken aback.
“A drop of blood,” Ye Xingchen said.
“Ruochu.” Xia Jingyi extended her hand.
Su Ruochu nodded, turned and left. A moment later, she picked up a small knife.
With a flick of her fingertip, Xia Jingyi looked at Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen flicked his right hand, and a drop of blood rose from her fingertip. He then reached out and grabbed the drop of blood, which had disappeared when he opened his palm.
“Aunt Xia, just wait patiently for a couple of days, and I will have someone send the medicine over,” Ye Xingchen said. “However, heart disease is caused by emotional distress. No matter what happens, you must try to be more open-minded in the future.”
"Thank you, I will." Xia Jingyi nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen stayed at noon, and Xia Jingyi asked her many questions until the afternoon before she left.
Ling Xingyan breathed a sigh of relief; the reunion between mother and son had finally come to a satisfactory end.
“Elder Ling…” Ye Xingchen turned around and looked at Ling Xingyan.
"What do you want to ask?" Ling Xingyan asked.
"Don't you have anything to tell me? About Aunt Xia?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"There's nothing to tell you. Is there anything you want to ask?" Ling Xingyan said with a smile.
"What exactly is my relationship with Aunt Xia?" Ye Xingchen raised his head, his expression serious.
"Doesn't she seem very approachable?" Ling Xingyan laughed and patted Ye Xingchen on the shoulder. "There are some things I'm not keeping from you, but the time isn't right. You should go back first."
Ye Xingchen remained silent for a moment, then nodded and left Elder Ling's place.
"Young Ye, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but your abilities haven't grown to the point where you can avenge your father. Work harder." Ling Xingyan looked in the direction Ye Xingchen left with a complicated expression and sighed slightly.
Down the mountain, Ye Xingchen stood on a secluded path, his palm open, a drop of blood floating above it.
This is a drop of blood taken from Xia Jingyi. Now, Ye Xingchen wants to verify something.
The feeling of blood connection between Xia Jingyi and him was something he had never experienced before.
He was certain that she and he had a familial relationship.
However, she was of noble birth and had a promising career, even moving around the center of power.
Me? I'm just a child who was abandoned at birth. Do I really have any connection with her?
After hesitating for a long time, Ye Xingchen gritted his teeth, his palm filled with true energy, and the drop of blood floated in mid-air.
He stretched out his right hand, and a drop of blood spurted from his index finger.
Ye Xingchen clasped his hands together, his hand seals changing, and blood suddenly rose to the surface. An invisible force propelled the two drops of blood to spin rapidly in mid-air.
The Art of Loyalty involves taking the blood of both parties and using true qi hand seals. If they are close relatives, their blood will merge and condense into three lotuses.
He could have used this drop of blood to analyze the DNA and find out about his relationship with her, but he couldn't wait.
The hand seals changed, and soon it was the last one. Ye Xingchen kept his hand in the hand seal posture, looking hesitant.
It was the last handprint, but he hesitated to make it…
After his adoptive father passed away, he had been alone and helpless for so many years, and he thought of his own family more than once.
But when it came time to verify it, he hesitated.
The words my adoptive father said when he was critically ill came to mind again.
"Star, no matter what, you must find your biological parents..."
"No one in this world would abandon their own flesh and blood, so don't hate them..."
"Dad... thank you. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. Don't worry, I will find them."
Ye Xingchen closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them after a moment: "A Bodhi leaf, a heart weeping with blood."
With a swift raise of his right hand, the two drops of blood floating in mid-air instantly merged, bursting into three blood flowers, which then condensed into three blood lotuses, floating in mid-air.
The three blood lotuses slowly rotated, and after a moment they turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared without a trace.
"It's her, it really is her." Ye Xingchen's face was expressionless, but two lines of tears welled up in her eyes.
He suddenly understood why Ling Xingyan didn't tell him the truth: because he still needed to grow.
Ye Jinyu, the father, that god of war, still has his remains hanging in Jinluo City, used by a major drug lord to intimidate various forces.
That old man from the Ye family is the culprit who broke up his parents and abandoned him.
He needs to go further, to grow strong enough…
It was 11 p.m. when Du Fang finally came out of the company's laboratory.
The development of the anti-cancer pill is at a critical stage, and she hasn't had a drop of water since noon.
When she arrived at a roadside food stall, she ordered a bowl of wontons and ate while looking at the graphs on her phone.
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