Lin Xuan looked at the rippling lake in the distance and asked as if casually, "Young Master Duan, back in the hall, it seemed that your father and mother's relationship... wasn't very harmonious?"
At his words, Duan Yu's smile gradually faded, replaced by a trace of helpless bitterness.
He sighed and said somewhat dejectedly, "Brother Lin has sharp eyes. You must have found it amusing. Actually... it's no longer much of a secret."
"My father... has always been a romantic. When he was young, he left quite a few romantic debts outside. My mother has a fierce temper and cannot tolerate even the slightest flaw. The two of them have always argued, and their relationship has never been good."
"Later, in a fit of anger, my mother moved to Jade Purity Temple to cultivate while retaining her hair, refusing to return to the residence for years. Though my father went to plead with her many times, she never forgave him."
"I'm caught in the middle, taking blame from both sides. Sometimes I wonder, if Father could just be more devoted, would our family be able to live together peacefully and happily?"
As Duan Yu spoke, his tone was full of longing for a harmonious family, as well as deep helplessness over his parents' relationship.
Yet as Lin Xuan listened to his outpouring, he found it rather amusing.
Duan Zhengchun had been a philanderer all his life, leaving affection everywhere. He fancied himself a dashing lover, never realizing that the green on his head had been glowing for ages.
His only son belonged to someone else.
The tangled karma behind it all was simply more exciting than any storybook novel.
Most ironic of all, the son Duan Zhengchun was so proud of—his sole heir—was not his blood at all.
Truly, the