Seeing Ying Wuxin's stubborn expression, Ying Chenbi sat beside her and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Wuxin, back then, your father—my eldest brother—told me that the Ying Family had an ancestral rule: no one from the Ying Family could ever contaminate their bloodline with Imperial Family genes."
Ying Wuxin suddenly looked up. "What?! There really was such an ancestral rule?! Why?!"
Ying Chenbi shook her head. "I don't know either. After your father told me that, we never saw each other again."
"Then came that night. Your uncle and I rushed there with people, but your father and mother were already gone."
As Ying Chenbi spoke, she lovingly stroked Ying Wuxin's hair.
Ying Wuxin bit her lip. "I had just been born that night, hadn't I?"
"My father and mother, were they both guarding me? Did they protect me with their lives?"
She had asked that question ever since she was little.
The day she was born was the day the Ying Family was wiped out.
So aside from celebrating her birthday when she was too young to understand, she had never celebrated it again.
She simply did not want to.
On a day like that, she could not feel happy, nor could she bear hearing someone tell her, "Happy birthday!" Ying Chenbi looked at her and changed her tone. "Wuxin, you're grown up now. You have the right to know the truth about that night."
Ying Wuxin caught the implication in Ying Chenbi's words and looked up in shock. "Aunt, what do you mean?!"
"There's a truth you haven't told me all these years?!"
Ying Chenbi said, "It's not that I didn't tell you the truth. It's just that you were too young before, so I didn't tell you the truth about certain unimportant details."
Ying Wuxin