He was lying on the quilt, with a few white clouds covering his eyes and a sick look on his face. He looked like he had not lived for a few years.
"Shazhi?" The lord stood up in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Su Wanqing helped him sit up, took out a soft pillow, put it on the back of his waist, and said, "I'll come back to see my father."
The lord's body froze, and the usual expression on his face collapsed. He looked at her in disbelief: "You...you..."
Su Wanqing raised her head with a faint smile, tilted her head and looked at this elderly man suffering from a serious disease, with an extremely ridiculous look.
"How did you do it? You showed your lust to your pregnant adopted daughter, made her miscarry, and then made her pregnant."
The lord's face became increasingly ugly, his eyes evasive.
"Oh, I was really dirty after being born like this." Su Wanqing said as she opened the lid of the wine bottle, poured two glasses, and handed one of them to the man opposite.
"Father, let's have a drink."
The lord took the wine glass tremblingly, and the sweet aroma of wine hit his nostrils. He was a standard drunkard, and he immediately recognized the value of this glass of wine, but at this moment, he didn't even have the slightest interest in drinking.
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Su Wanqing took the initiative to clink glasses with him and said, "Come, let's celebrate the recognition of our father and daughter."
She drank it all and let the alcohol burn her.
"Father, don't you want to drink it? This is Lan that has been stored for three hundred years, the treasure of Lanci Winery. My daughter honors you." She looked at him steadily, with a mocking arc on her lips.
"Shazhi..." A look of pain flashed across the lord's face, and he let out a long sigh, "I'll drink!"
This was the bitterest wine he had ever drunk in his life.
In his life, Izawa created the empire of night. Under the seemingly beautiful appearance, there is a suffocating secret love hidden underneath.
"Saori, I know you hate me..."
"I have never married a wife in my whole life, because I only love your mother in my heart."
Su Wanqing lowered her head, listened to his melancholy account of the vicissitudes of life, and poured her wine quietly.
"There is no one in this world who loves Jiuzi more than me. I watched her grow up, and she is all my faith and attachment."
"In the past, she trusted me so much. I was her god and her lighthouse. But suddenly one day, this situation changed. She no longer had me in her eyes, but that hateful man named Angliu.
."
The lord's face suddenly turned sinister, and he said in a hateful voice: "I can't forgive, I want to destroy that man! I can no longer hide it, I want Jiuzi to know my feelings, and I can't let her hurt others.
My child, I want to fuse my blood with Jiuzi’s blood to create a crystal that belongs to me and her!”
"That's you - Saori." He stretched out his big hand like an old tree root and held her shoulders, with a hint of passion in his eyes, "You are the most perfect masterpiece in the world."
Su Wanqing's whole body trembled, and a chill ran from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
"You have nine tenths of your beauty, and you are more outstanding than others. Your body is filled with my most domineering blood. As long as you are willing, you will become the most powerful woman in the world."
The Lord's eyes became more and more emotional: "How can you think that you are dirty?"