Misty and Confusing, the Past Like Fog

The night was gentle, with soft moonlight and twinkling stars, quiet as a mother cradling her newborn child, gently patting the back of her earthly offspring.

On the lotus flowers by the pond, a few summer frogs croaked; swarms of fireflies danced above the water, seemingly lighting a romantic path for the courting frogs. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would carry the faint scent of lotus flowers generously throughout every corner of the pond.

Amidst this scene, inside the pond's pavilion, a child in a water-blue robe frowned, a stark contrast to the serene surroundings.

"Aunt Qin, are there some things you still won't tell me?"

The child in the water-blue robe spoke as if to the courting frogs, his voice hollow.

As the words of the child, who was only six years old, fell silent, a patch of darkness beside him quivered. From that dim corner, a woman in a tight-fitting, dark night-wear garment approached the pavilion with elegant, lotus-like steps.

She was as tall as one person, her long, waterfall-like hair casually tied with a band. She had delicate eyebrows, a slender waist, ink-black eyes, and long, shapely legs. Although the woman's face was veiled by black gauze, her features were hidden. The sharp contours visible beneath the veil suggested her beauty would be undeniable.

The woman walked to the pavilion steps and stopped, then spoke with utmost respect to the child leaning on the railing, "Young Master, there are some things that are not yet time for you to know."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am still too weak right now. If I were to know some things and lack the ability to accomplish them, it would create immense pressure. It would be very detrimental to my state of mind and my future cultivation. Is that right?" Before the woman could finish, the six-year-old child interrupted, glancing sideways at the woman in black, his eyes not daring to meet hers directly.

"Yes, Young Master."

"It's just, you've said that N times already."

Hun Han sat up straight from his seat in the pavilion, looking at the woman in black standing outside. He called out in a pitiful, tearful tone, "Qin! Aunt! Tomorrow, according to the family rules, I will go govern a region. Once I leave the Imperial Capital, the dark claws hidden in the shadows will surely be unrestrained. Do you… do you want me to die without even knowing my own origins?"

Hearing this, Qin Lan said with a serious expression, "Young Master, this servant will definitely protect your safety with her life!"

Upon hearing this, Hun Han continued emotionally, "Aunt Qin, I'm not a child anymore. If I die without knowing my origins, I will not rest in peace. Can you bear it?"

Qin Lan did not look at Hun Han and said in a low voice, "Young Master, this servant is not Hun Tiandi. For your own good, there are some things that are not yet time for you to know!"

"Ugh!"

Hun Han pouted. So, Qin Lan had seen everything that happened in the Imperial Study Hall today. Qin Lan knew Hun Han had been acting.

Faced with this stubborn and unyielding follower, even with all the palace dramas he had watched, Hun Han felt somewhat helpless.

What happened today had also startled Hun Han greatly.

Originally, Hun Han thought he was merely Hun Tiandi's thirteenth son, nothing more. He never expected that he would awaken not only the Hun Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline but also the Xiao Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline.

As a transmigrator, Hun Han wouldn't claim to know everything here, but he was aware of the major factions on the Dou Qi Continent.

The Hun Clan and the Xiao Clan were sworn enemies. In the history of the Dou Qi Continent, Hun Tiandi had suddenly attacked, killing the Xiao Clan Leader Xiao Xuan and ruthlessly pursuing the Xiao Clan to extinction.

Logically, such irreconcilable forces should have no connection. Yet, Hun Han possessed the Xiao Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline.

Later, in front of the Sacred Hall, eighteen elders of the Hun Clan intervened for a trivial matter concerning Hun Han. A trivial matter, perhaps, but it was a "wish" Hun Han had before leaving the Imperial Capital. Still, that matter was truly insignificant.

Just to request an audience with Hun Tiandi, eighteen Hun Clan elders knelt before the Sacred Hall, pleading for Hun Han.

Recalling all of this, Hun Han felt lost in a fog, wanting to see through it but having no idea where to start. He was directly told that everything was related to his mother.

Considering the hostile relationship between the Hun Clan and the Xiao Clan, and the past history of the Dou Qi Continent, Hun Han mused, his gaze fixed on Qin Lan, and he tentatively asked, "Could it be that my mother, as they say, was just a slut with a low-born background?"

"Master's origin is noble, not lowly!" Qin Lan corrected him without hesitation.

"Then it was Hun Tiandi acting on impulse and having relations with my mother?" Hun Han probed again.

"Hun Tiandi and Master were deeply in love," Qin Lan replied again. As soon as she said this, Qin Lan paused slightly, looked up at Hun Han, and realized he was trying to trick her into revealing information.

"If they were in love, then why is Hun Tiandi so cold towards me?" Hun Han wondered.

For six years, his father had never once seen him. He had no place in family gatherings. Even when he was about to leave, his father made the child kneel for an entire day. It was only after others interceded and due to pressure that he compromised and briefly met the child.

Could a father possibly act like this!

Even ancient costume dramas wouldn't dare to portray this!

Even novels wouldn't dare to write this!

"Young Master, you can hate anyone in this world, including this servant, but you cannot hate Hun Tiandi!" Qin Lan's voice was extremely solemn. She even met Hun Han's gaze boldly.

"Why?"

Hun Han was confused. Hun Tiandi treated him this way and had ruthlessly nearly annihilated the Xiao Clan, his mother's clan. Yet Qin Lan said Hun Han could hate anyone, but not Hun Tiandi!

Hun Han had already broken the bloodline shackles of the Hun Clan and the Xiao Clan, awakening the Hun Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline. Although his current cultivation was only Fighting Qi, First Stage, his talent was heaven-defying, and reaching higher realms was only a matter of time.

At the age of six, a possessor of a Divine Grade Bloodline had not even reached Fighting Qi, Seventh Stage. While such a situation had never occurred in the Hun Clan's history, as the Hun Clan Leader, Hun Tiandi could have made an exception and kept Hun Han in the Imperial Capital.

However, Hun Tiandi did not. Even visiting the Hun Clan's Library Pavilion was something Hun Han had to act to obtain. And Qin Lan said he shouldn't hate such a father!

Qin Lan lowered her head, her gaze incredibly firm, "Young Master, please stop asking. There are some things that, when you have the ability to know them, this servant will naturally tell you!"