Xihe felt utterly unsettled.
After all, she was still a maiden. Di Jun had only just married her, and they had planned to consummate their marriage a few days later. She was still thinking about having children.
Then, out of nowhere, she was told that the Demon Race had been destroyed countless years ago, and Di Jun had been dead just as long.
And now a sinister-looking middle-aged man had appeared, eagerly trailing after her and calling her Mother?
The thought gave Xihe a terrible headache.
After all, she could hardly imagine Lu Ya's suffering. As far as she was concerned, she did not even have particularly deep feelings for Di Jun. They had only met once before the wedding, and less than two days into their marriage, the Demon Race had been finished.
What the hell kind of mess was this?!
The child Xihe had imagined should have been an adorable, chubby little thing with soft, plump cheeks-not this vicious-looking, thoroughly unappealing middle-aged uncle standing before her!
Sigh!
The more she thought about it, the worse her head hurt.
She had become a mother before even consummating her marriage, and her child looked older than she did. Anyone would have felt awkward about that!
In truth, it was not just Xihe who felt miserable. Lu Ya felt horribly awkward too, without any of the happiness he had imagined rescuing his mother would bring.
Never mind mother and son embracing and weeping together-even the disdainful look Xihe gave him made Lu Ya's chest feel painfully tight.
Had her bearing and the resonance of their bloodline not convinced Lu Ya beyond any doubt that she really was his mother, he would have suspected that Saint Tongtian had rescued the wrong person.
Once they returned to Biyou Palace, Tongtian wasted no words.