Qi Qian looked at the woman opposite him, his mood was complex and hard to discern; she had changed a lot.
Qin Liuxi pushed the tea over, smiling faintly: "You've become a father, congratulations."
"Thank you." Qi Qian's voice was somewhat low and hoarse, and he said: "I heard that Master Chi Yuan has passed away, how have you been?"
"I've already succeeded him, what do you think?"
Qi Qian opened his mouth, lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Do you remember when we first met, you asked me something?"
"The tragic family drama where your father killed your father?"
Qi Qian's body stiffened slightly, suddenly raising his head, his gaze sharp: "You indeed knew all along, why didn't you say it back then?"
"Say what? Say you're not Prince Ning's biological son and have no blood relation with the Old Princess Consort?" Qin Liuxi's voice was slightly cold.
Qi Qian clenched his fists tightly, clearly a nameless fire was rising within him, yet he felt a piercing chill.
