A Tiger Really Would Eat Its Cub, Only to Be Killed Instead, 6,000 Words

Listening to Ju Zi's utterly indifferent words, Qian Chaoguang was full of question marks.

What the hell was this kid called Xu?

Xu Bing?

Though "Bing" carried meanings like light, brightness, and the sun, which did fit rather well with the inherited Martial Soul of your Sun Moon Empire's imperial family.

But seriously, of all the names you could give a child, why pick this lousy one?

Even adding another character in the middle would have been better!

A single-character name, "Bing," was more or less a little unlucky.

Mm.

They really had to thank the Douluo Continent's peerless, pinnacle-level shipbuilding skills, which had left the Sun Moon Empire and the Undead Empire with no chance to fight a naval war.

It was recommended that after this kid died, they give him the posthumous title of Emperor Huaizong Gongwen Ningwu Aixiao.

With this overwhelmingly absurd feeling in his heart, Qian Chaoguang could not help saying, "Isn't he your son? From the way you're talking, it seems like you don't care much whether he lives or dies?"

Ju Zi took a deep look at Xu Bing and said coldly, "I was nothing more than the birthing machine responsible for gestating him, a pure tool. What feelings do you think I could have for him? I wish I could strangle him to death with my own hands!"

Qian Chaoguang glanced at little Xu Bing, who had not moved an inch and was still meditating, then looked back at Ju Zi and let out a long sigh.

Others might not know this secret, but he could roughly guess the truth.

She had been forcibly artificially inseminated by Kong Deming and Zhongli Wu, and in all likelihood with Xu Tianran's seed after he had already died.

Expecting Ju Zi to have motherly affection for