"My father?"
Red Boy tilted his head and thought for a moment.
When he was still very young, before he had even taken the initiative to ask, Princess Iron Fan had told him that she had given birth to him all by herself.
Back then, he had been little and understood nothing, so he had believed those words without the slightest doubt.
But as he gradually grew older, encountered more things, and his mind matured, he came to know that Princess Iron Fan had been lying to him all along.
He had probed and asked a few times, but each time it had made Princess Iron Fan very angry.
In order not to make Princess Iron Fan angry, he stopped asking. He had thought it was Laozi who had angered his mother, so that man was nailed directly to the pillar of shame in his heart as a heartless Han.
Abandoning his wife and child, never coming home—from the time he could remember, it had always been just mother and son depending on each other for survival...
If that was not a heartless Han, then what was?
Later, when he went to Wuzhuang Temple to study, because he had no father, how much cold mockery and hot ridicule had he endured?
The words he hated most in his life were, "Raised by a mother, taught by no father." The first time he set fire to Wuzhuang Temple and went home, it was because those words had been hurled at him during an argument with a classmate.
As time passed, his resentment and hatred toward that heartless Han had only increased, never decreased.
But now he knew the truth.
Yet the truth was often so sudden it left one with no time to raise a hand.
So it turned out his