"Borrow a treasure?"
Taishang Laojun reeked of wine, his eyes half-lidded. Hearing this, he raised a hand and said, "No..."
"No problem, right?"
Emperor Lu suddenly grabbed Taishang's hand and said in great delight, "I knew you were loyal and a true friend. Say no more. Come, this brother is happy today, so I'll take out the imperial wine bestowed by the Jade Emperor that I've treasured for many years and toast you another cup."
As he spoke, he drained it in one gulp.
Hmph, since he, Lu, had made his debut, he had never been tricked this miserably before!
Did you know how he had spent these past few days?
When he had first learned that Red Boy was his son, the guilt in his heart had been something else.
Because he had previously come into contact with Red Boy and understood him, he knew the hardship and effort Red Boy had put in to find his father, as well as the complicated feelings in his heart.
Tell me, a child worked so hard to search just because he wanted to see his own father once—was that wrong?
Was it wrong?
But he just hadn't dared to acknowledge him, so during this time, his heart had been both moved and guilty toward Red Boy, thinking of finding a time to recognize the child and let him acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan sooner.
And in the end? Damn it, it turned out he had been moved for nothing and guilty for nothing.
Tell me, how wicked was Taishang Laojun? He really had made him suffer bitterly with that lie!
Also, how long had it even been recently? Yet two sons had appeared for him one after another, and they had even come together.
How were those two