Farce

Flies did not bother with seamless eggs. From the old woman's agitated reaction, it was clear there was something deeply suspicious about whether Jerome was truly her and Hawkins's illegitimate son!

Many members of the royal family were also commenting in private. "Alexander bears a seventy percent resemblance to the late emperor, but Jerome does not resemble the late emperor much at all."

Zhou Ming also muttered to himself.

Could my guesses have been right? Did the old woman really have an affair with Hawkins?

Is there really a strong possibility that Jerome is an illegitimate son?

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Ming's face, and his confidence increased by several degrees.

Rumor-mongering was a skill, after all. A rumor with no factual basis would probably not spread for long. But if it had a great deal of factual support, if it was almost true or simply was true... then the victim could only spend a fortune trying to disprove it.

The old woman had now been driven into exactly such a position.

On one hand, she continuously issued orders, sending out the Imperial Guards to search the entire city, burn the forbidden books, and arrest those behind the rumors.

On the other hand, under the relentless pressure of the royal family's higher ranks, she had to give an answer: would she agree to Blood-Drop Kin Recognition or not?

If she agreed, the verification would begin immediately.

If she adamantly refused, then Little Ford would lose his right to inherit the Imperial Throne... and the old woman's reputation would plummet, making her the laughingstock of the realm, not to mention any hope of continuing to rule the court.

And no matter which option the old woman chose, Zhou Ming was guaranteed to win. His blood type was a universal blood