Zhang Lexuan's True Origins? Xu Cheng, Stop Making Things Up-the Evidence Is Mountain-High! (Third Update)

"Why are you asking about that?"

Deep within the Imperial Palace, inside a resplendent bedchamber.

The man in dragon robes, who had been leisurely watering a flower bed, paused and looked at Xu Cheng in surprise.

"Just curious. Thought I'd ask."

Xu Cheng stood on no ceremony whatsoever, sitting in a reclining chair and popping a glistening grape into his mouth.

"You..." The emperor shook his head helplessly, though a trace of amusement lingered in his eyes. "All right, everyone, leave us..."

He waved a hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The head eunuch standing nearby bowed and withdrew with a group of maids.

Yet a flicker of astonishment crossed his lowered eyes.

Having served the emperor for years, he naturally knew his temperament well. That manner just now meant the emperor was in an excellent mood, without the slightest displeasure.

It seemed this Eleventh Prince was deeply favored by the emperor...

Just like the shadow of Consort Bai, more than a decade ago.

"All right, tell me. What brings you to see me?"

Xu Zhen sat in the chair on the other side and spoke with a warm smile.

"I wanted to ask whether any blood descendants of our Xu family were left outside the palace during the coup back then. A baby girl, around thirty years ago," Xu Cheng said bluntly.

"..."

The smile on Xu Zhen's face froze. He rubbed his face and sighed softly.

Had anyone else torn open his scars like this, he would probably have flown into a rage on the spot. Over the years, he had almost forgotten that palace coup.

Killing his brother and usurping the throne was hardly something glorious.

But the person asking was Xu Cheng...

The last gift left to him by his first love-the woman who, during the coup