This was a golden opportunity to live like a salted fish.
My lifelong wish... to be a salted fish. My greatest regret: I wasn't born a second-generation heir.
"Ah, I really don't know whether your dad has the Sky-Patrolling Imperial Seat's bloodline, but it's hard to say. After all, their surname is Zuo too..."
Wu Yuting rolled her eyes. "When I go back this time, I'll look through our family genealogy."
"Mom, then you absolutely have to go through it carefully. Look really closely."
Zuo Xiaoduo eagerly added, "Don't miss any important clues. Even a spider's thread or a horse's hoofprint would be something."
Wu Yuting rolled her eyes, rose from her seat, and went upstairs.
She laughed the whole way.
Not only had the brat swept away all the sorrow of parting that had filled her, he had nearly made her split her sides laughing.
Still, the brat had guessed correctly.
He wasn't wrong in the slightest.
Hadn't the Sky-Patrolling Imperial Seat blossomed and borne fruit right here in Phoenix City, leaving behind his bloodline?
How could that be false? It couldn't be more true! A direct descendant, the one lone seedling across thirty million li...
Zuo Xiaoduo cleared away the bowls and chopsticks while Zuo Xiaonian went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Once he finished clearing the table, he hurried into the kitchen and slipped his arms naturally around her slender waist. "Nian Nian Cat..."
"Call me Sis."
"Okay, Sister Nian Nian Cat..."
"..."
"Sister Nian Nian Cat, about Mom and Dad..." With his arms around her slender waist, Zuo Xiaoduo began discussing serious matters, letting neither taking liberties nor serious conversation get in the other's way.
Zuo Xiaonian grew serious at his words. Washing the dishes, she said, "Although I don't think it's false, I'm