Sobs and past accounts cascaded like a sudden downpour from the heavens, tossing and turning in Emperor Quan's mind like tumultuous waves. The increasingly blurred concepts became somewhat hazy to him amidst the woman's repetitive crying.
Bowing his head, he looked down at the top of her head.
Slowly, he raised his hand.
Very slowly... very slowly...
So slowly it seemed as if time would stop, as if a century had passed.
Finally, Tang Yu, who thought he would embrace her, was met with a forceful push from his hand instead.
"I'll get to the bottom of what you've said."
Tang Yu lifted her head to meet his gaze and let out a wry smile once more.
"You still don't trust me, do you?"
Emperor Quan calmed down considerably, quietly observing her.
"I only trust evidence."
"Then what if it turns out I really am Thirteen's biological mother? Fourth Brother, what are you planning to do?" Tang Yu looked at him with a faint smile playing on her lips.
