Li Qinwu thought, Just as I expected. He wanted me to help look after his child.
This was not foresight on his part; he had deduced it through intelligence analysis.
Solar Lord had over thirty children under his name. Most of them had careers of their own—either serving in his legions or holding captaincies in the Imperial Navy. Every one of them had a bright future ahead. Solar Lord had no shortage of heirs.
Moreover, Solar Lord had a legitimate wife, except she was far too old.
So Little Sun's mother was actually a mistress Solar Lord had found, and Little Sun was an illegitimate child with no inheritance rights.
Solar Lord truly did love this illegitimate son of his.
The main thing was, with Solar Lord's fucking nature, he looked to be over eighty on the surface, but in reality, he was probably four or five hundred years old.
A fresh grape, ravaged by time, had long since turned into a fucking raisin.
Solar Lord had thought his raisin had lost its reproductive ability, but then—hey! With one snap, it rose to the occasion and made a kid!
Who wouldn't love that? All those old geezers of his generation had turned into raisins too, unable to squeeze out even a single child.
Yet he had managed to make one. How fucking invigorating was that? His virility was still going strong. Think how much face he would have when chatting with those old friends!
That was why Solar Lord doted on this illegitimate son in every possible way, indulging his every whim. It was the kind of generational affection between a grandfather and grandson.
As for Little Sun's mother, she was only a mistress and held no status within the family. If she wanted to secure her position with Solar