"So, according to you, the purer the bloodline of someone in your Imperial House, the more likely they are to have Different-Colored Eyes?"
Yang Qing looked at Gongsun Ze, but his mind kept turning over a question.
"Yes, precisely. However, those with Different-Colored Eyes also possess abilities far beyond ordinary people. Many have even been called vessels of all the great powers under heaven."
Gongsun Ze told Yang Qing and the others, "But these abilities often come hand in hand with disaster."
That was why people said those with Different-Colored Eyes were incarnations of calamity.
Yang Qing continued looking at Gongsun Ze. Only after a long while did he speak. "Then what I want to know is, did the Sacred Emperor also have Different-Colored Eyes?"
According to Yang Qing's deductions, Emperor Zhetian had not only possessed Different-Colored Eyes, but had very likely been an anomaly even among those who had them.
Otherwise, he could never have built the Eastern Splendor Empire through his strength alone.
Nor could his influence have endured for centuries afterward, with his lingering might still undiminished.
Only now did Gongsun Ze begin to understand what Yang Qing had been probing with those seemingly scattered questions. Through their conversation, Yang Qing had uncovered everything he wanted to know.
A flicker of annoyance stirred in Gongsun Ze's heart.
He should not have spoken so readily and given Yang Qing the chance to discover things he was not supposed to know.
But words once spoken were like water poured out—spilled water could never be gathered back.
Gongsun Ze could only choose silence.
Yang Qing, however, smiled. "No wonder someone of your illustrious standing as a descendant of Eastern Splendor's Imperial House was locked away alone in the Dungeon. But if you are both descendants of the imperial bloodline, why