The Truth of That Year

The most shocked was not Yue Yang, but the Ancient Demon King.

He believed he had already taken possession of the body and obtained its memories. Facing Fourth Aunt, he had used the memories and actions most capable of stirring a human heart to prove his identity. Let alone a loving, emotional woman like Fourth Aunt—even an iron-hearted tyrant would likely be unable to withstand such blazing familial affection.

Fourth Aunt clearly knew that this body was the real Third Son of the Yue Family. Why, then, did she acknowledge that fake impostor?

He was the real one.

Why did she turn a blind eye?

No matter how hard the Ancient Demon King tried, he could not understand why this had happened. He had considered every possible unexpected development—for instance, Yue Yang kidnapping Fourth Aunt, using some method to erase her memories, or Fourth Aunt continuing to accept Yue Yang out of familial affection.

But the Ancient Demon King had never imagined that she would refuse to recognize him entirely.

"Fourth Aunt, Fourth Aunt, I am the real Third Son!" The Ancient Demon King forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart, weakening the demonic side of himself again and again. He let human emotions and memories surge forth like a tidal wave, made tears well up in his eyes, made his voice choke with pain, and filled his face with despair and unwillingness... Any mother who saw such an expression on her loved one's face could not possibly remain unmoved. As though he had not even seen Yue Yang, the Ancient Demon King crawled on the ground, knelt before Fourth Aunt, and stretched out his hands toward her. "Do you remember when I was ten? Flame beat Third Son until I was covered in wounds. You were the one who