Life is but a muddled account, where the wrong people abound, it becomes right.
In a foreign environment, how can you prove that you are you?
What sounds like an absurd story is now playing out in the front courtyard of the Xiang Residence.
Besides the members of the Yun Clan Summit who were cursing Xiang Qian ferociously, the onlooking crowd was mostly skeptical.
After all, people only want to believe what they already believe, and they don't wish to know the truth.
Over the past twenty years, under the deliberate guidance of the Xiang Family, everyone had come to believe that the Yun Family had only collateral disciples and the main family's young lady surviving the calamity.
To accept that the Yun Family also had a surviving eldest son in such a short time was indeed difficult.
"You find someone with a similar appearance and think you can usurp power, your gambler's habits cannot be changed even at this age!"
