Chu Bamboo closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply several times. After a moment, he finally managed to calm himself down.
'Descendants! Descendants.' Chu Bamboo felt a strange mix of emotions. It wasn't as if he instantly developed paternal, or even ancestral, feelings for Governor Su. In fact, even knowing the truth, none of it felt real to him.
Forget about descendants created through genetic engineering; even if they were his own flesh and blood, born naturally, there could be no real emotional attachment after such an immense passage of time.
Not to mention...
Even if he wanted to acknowledge the connection, the Daqian Imperial Family would never acknowledge him...
Even with Nuwa to provide proof, the situation would likely play out differently than one might imagine—
