What the hell? Wasn't Tang Yi your confidante?
Ronan's thoughts were nearly led astray. In fact, they already had been somewhat. The next message he sent was so stupid that even he felt it was idiotic:
"So you really were in contact with my father."
The Martial Emperor did not mock him, merely continuing her reply. "There was contact. Someone introduced us, after all. The intermediaries were Liang Lu and your grandfather."
"My grandfather?"
"Because he inherited my contact information from your grandfather. However, we never actually met. In fact, your grandfather and father probably never knew my real identity—I don't know how Liang Lu introduced me back then, but it was '75. An eight-year-old girl had a hard time playing the role of some big shot.
"More importantly, I didn't want to get entangled in trouble. Your entire family is a troublemaking machine. I didn't want to be dragged down during Rebirth's critical growth stage."
The Martial Emperor's assessment was one thing, but Ronan was now completely buried beneath secrets being peeled away layer by layer. He had to devote tremendous effort just to absorb and understand them.
The Martial Emperor's identity had been born in 2067. In '75, she really had been "only" eight years old.
And the exchanges with Liang Lu she had mentioned before had actually taken place before her "Rebirth"? What state had she been in then?
Ronan sent another message. "Why was Liang Lu your intermediary?"
He knew this question had already bypassed the core issue he had raised, but without understanding the background, it would only become harder for him to make sense of everything.
Thus, while reminding himself to stay sharp, he followed the Martial Emperor's narrative rhythm and tried to get his mind moving quickly.
Today, the Martial Emperor answered every