Unrivaled King's ears were never idle. He had long heard the ambiguous rumors about the Dragon King and Luo Ningcha, but had never taken them seriously. He had lost interest in that woman, just as he had in every woman he had ever toyed with.
The only difference was that Luo Ningcha had borne him a son. Though the boy was also illegitimate, Unrivaled King had acknowledged him from the day he was born—a privilege Shangguan Hong could only ever dream of.
So when rumors spread that his youngest son was also the Dragon King's seed, Unrivaled King flew into a rage. He killed the first person to hint at the news and refused to believe such a vicious rumor. The most important reason was that a woman like Luo Ningcha could never have taken an interest in Huan Nu, who at the time was no more than an ordinary servant and assassin.
Luo Ningcha's conduct over the past two years had only proved the point. The men she seduced were all royalty from the Northern Court or the Central Plains, and sometimes she even brought benefits to Golden Peng Fortress. If she didn't even have eyes for the Dragon King as he was now, how could Huan Nu possibly have climbed into the bed of the mistress back then?
From time to time, Unrivaled King would stare at his youngest son, hoping to find some clue. But he couldn't remember what his sons had looked like as children, much less what he himself had looked like in his youth. He was the King of Assassins; when had he ever had time to care about such trivial things?
The doubt had still taken root without his noticing, quietly waiting for a chance to sprout. The moment the Dragon King proposed