Just as everyone in the convoy was baffled by the Grandmaster's arrival and departure, unsure what had happened yet unable to help feeling they had survived a calamity, hoarse laughter came from the prison cart.
"Ye Qingmei's son? You're actually Ye Qingmei's son?"
Xiao En rocked back and forth with laughter, the chains on his body clattering against the cart's iron bars in a jumble of noise. He laughed until tears nearly came.
"Chen Pingping, what a scheme! You've been plotting against me for twenty whole years!"
He stared at Fan Xian, his cloudy eyes like two ghostly flames kindled in the dark.
"Fan Xian? Fan Xian! How interesting. You actually sent Ye Qingmei's son to escort me!"
Throughout the journey, through Fan Ruoruo's conversations and all the various signs, he had become almost certain that Fan Xian was his grandson.
He had suppressed his feelings and endured, not daring to acknowledge him along the way in order to protect his own bloodline. He had even threatened Fan Xian verbally, making no attempt to conceal his murderous intent.
Then Ye Liuyun's unexpected appearance and Fan Ruoruo's inadvertent revelation...
Had suddenly made him realize that Chen Pingping had played him.
Chen Pingping had deliberately led him to mistake Fan Xian for his grandson, deliberately giving them opportunities to interact.
"Dead Cripple, you really are ruthless!"
Xiao En ground his teeth, his withered fingers gripping the iron bars until his knuckles turned white, veins winding across the backs of his hands like snakes.
He had nearly fallen into the trap, nearly whispered the secret of the Divine Temple, which he had hidden for over twenty years, to the son of Emperor Qing and Ye Qingmei!
Fan Xian came back to his senses.
He steadied Fan Ruoruo's body, which was trembling with lingering