Yang Tianyou's Identity! The Scapegoat Haotian Carried

She sighed and dropped a bombshell that shattered Yang Jian's worldview.

"Jian'er, you always thought your father, Yang Tianyou, was just an ordinary mortal scholar, didn't you?"

Yang Jian nodded instinctively.

Yaoji gave a bitter smile, her tone steeped in boundless sorrow.

"You were wrong."

"Your father was never a mortal."

Yaoji's words fell lightly into the courtyard, yet they stirred monstrous waves in Yang Jian's mind.

He stood frozen in place, his head buzzing as even his breathing stalled for half a beat.

Not a mortal.

Then what was he?

Ever since childhood, in his memories, his father Yang Tianyou had been a frail scholar incapable of even trussing a chicken. Other than reading the classics and teaching him literacy and reason, he struggled even to carry a bucket of water.

When the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had descended to seize his mother, his father had been utterly powerless to resist. A heavenly general had cut him down with a single stroke, and he had died a miserable death.

Yet now, his mother was telling him that frail scholar had not been mortal.

"Mother, what do you mean by that?"

Yang Jian's voice trembled. He stared fixedly at Yaoji's face, desperate for an answer.

Yaoji closed her eyes, and two streams of clear tears slid down her cheeks.

That agonizing memory she had buried deep within her heart, one she had not even dared touch, was finally torn wide open.

"Back when I descended to the mortal realm after falling in love, I met your father by chance at Guanjiang Mouth. Moved by his talent and gentleness, I disregarded everything and became his wife."

"I thought it was a heaven-sent match, a beautiful accident."

"But only much later did I discover that it was no fated encounter at all.