Ling Xuan held Weiyang’s hand and said, “When I was young, I learned of my identity from my senior brother. When the Zhao family came to the temple to offer incense, I met Lady Zhao once.
“When I was young, I asked her why she didn’t want me. She said that this was the only way I could live.
“Moreover, Master Yitong was the abbot of the Prime Minister Temple. Master Yitong said that I was fated to be Buddha’s son, so she agreed to send me to the temple.”
Lu Weiyang had grown up in a harmonious family, but she also understood that the two brothers were fighting for the title of nobility.
The second uncle of the Zhao family would not be so easily willing to give up the position of the imperial residence to his little nephew.
Lu Weiyang reached out and touched Ling Xuan’s bald head.
Ling Xuan held Lu Weiyang’s hand, and his eyes revealed a hint of danger as he said, “Weiyang!”
