After all, everyone knew photographs could not be faked.
Xue Qinghe already believed most of it and cautioned her:
"Rongrong, don't breathe a word of this to anyone. I still need to investigate it thoroughly in private.
If this person really is my long-lost younger brother, I'll find him and bring him back to the palace, take good care of him, and give him everything he deserves."
"No need for all that trouble. Just give me a little blood.
I'll perform a blood kinship test for you. One test will tell us whether it's true or false."
As she spoke, Ning Rongrong took out a blood collection tube and a needle, looking eager to give it a try.
Xue Qinghe hesitated at the sight of the needle glinting coldly.
His true identity was Qian Renxue; this appearance was merely a transformation produced by a Spirit Bone.
No matter how convincing the appearance, her bloodline was still that of the Angel Clan. The blood certainly would not blend.
The world was full of surprises. Who knew whether the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect possessed some bizarre contraption capable of analyzing bloodlines?
This was the one thing that could reveal her identity as Qian Renxue.
She feared that this blood sample might ultimately expose the disguise she had maintained for so many years.
Even a one-in-ten-thousand chance was unacceptable.
He shook his head.
"There's no need to rush. Once we've brought him back, wouldn't it be better and more accurate to conduct the test with Father's blood?"
Naturally, Ning Rongrong heard the resistance in his words.
She sighed helplessly.
Ah... looks like getting blood directly is a dead end.
Even if she tried persuading him with another argument now, he would still find all sorts of excuses to refuse.
After a second