"Give me the child." Princess Consort Lin was terrified too, but she forced herself to speak calmly from the side.
Elder Prince Lin glanced at her without stopping what he was doing.
He still held the boy dangling like a little chick.
The Ghost King opposite him lunged forward, only to be knocked back by a palm strike from the old man.
*[Lan Yue: Tsk, tsk, this Elder Prince Lin really is unreasonable. The boy clearly belongs to someone else, yet he won't let the Ghost King reunite with his son.*
*Everything really does come back to bite you. Look, his own son isn't his either! What do you call that? The wheel of fortune turns!]*
Not far away, the old man jolted in shock. The boy slipped from his hand and was instantly snatched away by the Ghost King.
Elder Prince Lin could no longer spare any attention for that grandson who shared none of his blood. His brows were tightly knitted.
He had only one surviving son now. He had painstakingly cared for him for thirty or forty years. How could he possibly not be his biological son?
That voice must be trying to bewitch me, driving a wedge between me and my son to help that Ghost King snatch his boy back!
He told himself that over and over, yet some inexplicable instinct made him unable to resist believing it.
That voice doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Ghost King. It's just watching the spectacle from the sidelines. What if it's true?
After living to this age, what if even my only son isn't really mine...
The old man's face turned white.
Even the bound group from Prince Lin's Mansion could not help looking over, their furtive gazes filled with curiosity.
*[Lan Yue: Sure