Su Tangyu looked at Su Luo sadly: "Without your mother, there would be no Peiyang Su family these years."
"If it weren't for your mother, this child Su Muyang would never have been born."
"If it weren't for your mother, I would have died long ago."
Su Tangyu smiled bitterly: "Your mother saved so many people back then. Originally... we were supposed to protect you when you grew up, but we made you suffer so much... My child, we are the ones who are sorry for you, you...
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Su Luo did not expect that Su Tangyu would say this, and said quickly: "Even if my mother really saved you, I believe she did not want anything in return when she saved people. You have done enough over the years, and there is no need to feel guilty."
"No, if we had done enough, we would not be Emperor Xuanyuan in our current position, and you would not be living in the world and suffering so much."
Su Tangyu is an emotional person. As he spoke, the eyes of this star realm powerhouse turned red again.
Su Luo: "..."
She had to comfort this lovely uncle again.
Seeing that the more comforted he was, the more tears Su Tangyu shed, Su Luo was helpless.
She looked at Su Muyang asking for help, please help!
Su Muyang seemed to know his sentimental father very well, so he reluctantly showed his hands to Su Luo and expressed that he was powerless.
Su Luo had no choice but to change the topic: "By the way, that painting..."
"Ah, painting?" Su Tangyu reacted instantly.
Before, Mr. Su had hidden the painting, but now, without waiting for Su Luoti, he had already taken the initiative to hold the painting in his hands.
Su Tangyu: "Young Master, look at this painting."
Su Luo's head was full of black lines: "You don't need to call me Young Master, do you?"
Su Tangyu glared: "Why don't you need it?! You just need it! You must let me call you young master, or I will kneel down for you!"
Su Luo: "Okay, okay, you can yell as much as you like, but just be careful in front of others."
Su Tangyu was as happy as a squeaking little mouse.
Su Muyang on the side held her forehead.
He was helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
His father had used the portrait of Goddess Yanhua to brainwash him since he was a child, telling him that she was a Goddess, and then also said that when he found the young master, the young master would be his master...
Having been brainwashed since childhood, Su Muyang easily accepted that Su Luo was his young master.
Su Luozai stared at the blue cloud and ink bow picture carefully.
But no matter how she looked, she couldn't see any clues in this painting...
Seeing Su Luo's eyes half-squinted, Su Tangyu couldn't help but be curious: "Young Master, are you looking for something?"
Su Luo did not hide anything from him. She said directly: "I am looking for the Biyun Ink Bow, one of the twelve great artifacts. This painting is indeed the Biyun Ink Bow, but I didn't find any clues."
Su Tangyu looked at Su Luo with strange eyes: "This is a copy."
Su Luo: "Ha?!"
Su Tangyu nodded seriously: "I copied this myself. I already like it, so I put it up."
After doing it for a long time, it turned out to be...
Su Luo looked at Su Tangyu with speechless eyes: "Where is the real blue cloud and black bow diagram?"
Su Tangyu: "This is complicated."
Su Luo: "What kind of complicated method?"
Su Tangyu: "First of all, this painting was owned by your mother back then."
Su Luo nodded and listened carefully to Su Tangyu's account of the past.
"When I copied this painting, the original painting was still in the hands of your mother. Then something happened to your family, and the whole thing was in chaos." Su Tangyu said, "Because of the chaos at that time, many things were lost among the people. This painting is very valuable.