Xia Niechen couldn't accept it and whispered, so he stood up to face the woman in front of him and questioned loudly.
"If you are really my own sister, why has your father never told me a word for so many years? What evidence do you have to prove that you and I have blood relationship!"
"ha……"
Rouge slowly curled her lips like a smile, and a cold frost gradually covered her cold eyes.
"Of course he won't tell you, because... I'm afraid he doesn't know that he has my flesh and blood."
"What's the meaning?"
Xia Niechen suddenly turned around and looked at Yisa, who was also puzzled, and asked again.
"Yesa, do you know that the father still has this past event?"
Yisa's face changed. He remembered that during his tenure, he heard that in the harem of the former king, there were only Guihou and Hua Benxi who had passed away, and several concubines who had never met the monarch until his death, so there were no other women.
In this case, how could she say that she was the descendant of the former king?
Unless...this happened earlier than...her mother.
"This... I don't know why, and it's hard to make a conclusion, but..."
Shisa's eyes grew deeper, and the halo that flashed and could not be captured even when the pupils contracted.
"But I suspect that what Miss Rouge said may mean that she has not encountered any further and even longer."
"Sure enough... the fortune teller is the fortune teller. He is different from you stupid people. He finds the problem at once."
"What did you say?"
Xiaoya opened her eyes wide in anger, and looked at her arrogant look, and her angry face deformed for a moment.
"You ugly monster, why do you say that to us? You are a fool, a bad guy, a fool!"
"Okay, Xiaoya, don't be so easily inspired by the enemy, and you're easily taken advantage of the situation."
Xiaoyue reached out to bring Xiaoya back, stood with Siyin, raised her hand and stroked her head to comfort her.
"Just stay here with Siyin and just listen to us. Don't worry about other things."
"Oh...I get it."
Xiaoya curled her lips, stopped talking tactfully, lowered her head and fiddled with her index fingers, restraining her behavior, and seemed to be very well-behaved and sensible.
"Now you can talk about you."
Xiaoyue stood up straight and looked at her very calmly without any emotion. She said so simply and easily, but suddenly felt strange in her heart and subconsciously narrowed her eyes.
"What a calm woman, you are not simple, Die Xiaoyue."
"Stop talking nonsense, get to the point, where did you come from?"
"snort."
Yanzhi closed her eyes unconsciously, and with their questioning, that rare past suddenly appeared in her mind.
"This matter has to start when Mo Li was the prince of the ghost world. Although he had already made a marriage with Hua Benxi at that time, he was unwilling to admit this matter at all, and he avoided Hua Benxi intentionally or unintentionally.
Once, when he was drunk and was helped back to the bedroom, a maid was ordered to serve him to clean his clothes. However, the wine started from his courage, and Mo Li was confused and fell in love with the maid.
Having a skin-friendly relationship, I thought Mo Li would take the initiative to take responsibility, but he planned to let the matter go to nothing on the grounds that he didn't want to cause too much trouble. It was not until the woman was pregnant and could not hide it.
He planned to face this matter. But so what? With Hua Benxi's jealousy, coercion and temptation, Mo Li finally compromised and threw the maid out of the ghost world and let her die."