A gentle breeze blew in through the window, making the inner hall more comfortable.
The Sacred Descendant King remained dozing. Judging by the old duke's expression, he seemed to have long grown accustomed to it. His attitude toward the Sacred Descendant King was also somewhat strange—respectful, but not reverent.
Footsteps sounded. An old man entered the inner hall, his expression stern. With his hooked nose and piercing gaze, it was immediately obvious that he was a man who rarely smiled.
Compared with the old duke, this old man's clothing and aura made him look much more like an imperial duke: stern, humorless, and old-fashioned, yet fair-minded.
The old man stopped in front of the chair carved with a forest design. He did not sit down immediately. Instead, he scrutinized Su Xiao for a moment before taking his seat.
"Oh my? Isn't that Duke Lillin? Who let you out... Ah, no, I'm truly getting old and muddleheaded. How could I say something so rude?"
The old duke acted as if he had only just noticed Duke Lillin's arrival. While feigning surprise, he continued stroking the beauty in his arms.
"Stray dog."
Lillin's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the old duke to hear.
"Brat, speaking to your 'father' like that will bring divine retribution. What a pity that your mother, Felina, is no longer alive. Otherwise..."
The old duke's words contained a tremendous amount of information. The old bastard had no telling how many years he had lived. Who knew whether he had once had an affair with Duke Lillin's mother?
A vein bulged on Duke Lillin's forehead. Then, astonishingly, he said nothing, making the implications even more significant.
In a situation like this, silence practically represented an admission. There was an eighty-to-ninety percent chance that the old