He had thought Empress Fu had come around and decided to tell him the truth.
The moment he saw Empress Fu, he asked impatiently, "Is the Son of Heaven truly an impostor? Did Dong Cheng arrange for the Son of Heaven to escape that day when we crossed the Yellow River on our way to Hedong?"
Empress Fu knitted her brows and said unhappily, "Father, why are you bringing this up again?"
Now, not only the Cao Thief but even her own father, the Imperial Father-in-Law of Great Han, showed such disrespect toward the Son of Heaven.
It filled Empress Fu's heart with countless grievances.
Fu Wan frowned as well and murmured, "If it wasn't the day we crossed the Yellow River, then it must have been at Hongyang, when Zhang Ji seized the imperial carriage. War and chaos were everywhere then, and countless officials and palace maids were killed or wounded. It was the perfect opportunity to secretly send the Son of Heaven away."
As he spoke, he kept nodding, affirming his own analysis.
"Father!"
Empress Fu's beautiful eyes reddened as she glared furiously at her father.
Seeing that Empress Fu did not look as though she were deceiving him, Fu Wan grew even more puzzled.
He ventured cautiously, "Is it possible that the Pretender Son of Heaven looks so much like the real Son of Heaven that even you failed to recognize him as an impostor?"
Empress Fu's chest heaved violently with anger. Through gritted teeth, she said, "The Son of Heaven most certainly has not been replaced! If you bring this up again, don't blame your daughter for disregarding our bond as father and daughter!"
Fu Wan opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more about it.
If he went on, father and daughter would fall out