His brother, someone he got along well with, had apparently been part of the same family two thousand years ago. It was certainly an interesting experience.
But on second thought, relatives from two thousand years ago didn't seem all that exciting. The blood ties had long since faded.
Even if you counted four generations per century, that would be more than eighty generations...
And then, in a flash, Han Su thought of the story Ms. Shen had once told him. Since he had no intention of finding himself a pair of parents, he hadn't been interested in the love story between the genius Doctor and the heiress from a wealthy family.
He had only heard the rough outline at the time, and thought it was a tragic romance about a wealthy heiress from a distinguished family who met a genius boy from humble beginnings.
But thinking back on it now, didn't it sound more like a story about a genius Doctor saving a beautiful, cursed girl?
If everything had shown signs of this when the World Conference was held twenty years ago, did that mean everything that followed had been part of his plan?
Even his own birth?
And that World Preferential Rights clause written into the Three Great Contracts—was its only manifestation in that stock?
He lowered his eyes slightly, pondering everything connected to him.
Mr. Xu beside him didn't rush to interrupt his thoughts. He understood the feeling. Anyone who suddenly learned they were related to the legendary Emperor would feel differently about it, to some degree.
Especially when the Emperor's existence was so unusual, and his descendants were born under a curse, forever burdened with crimes against this world.
Han Su didn't ponder for long. A dozen or so seconds later, he looked up. "Do you believe