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Xiao Ruo only had a vague understanding of the Cangming Country from Yuan Bao, always considering the King of Cangming as a god of war-like figure. She never imagined he would travel across the vast Great Zhou to visit her husband and son, claiming they were descendants of the Cangming royal family. Xiao Ruo found this utterly unbelievable.
"It's not about what he says, but about what we believe. I'll have Yuan Bao get to the bottom of this!" Fu Hanwen's eyebrows gathered together.
He cautioned himself not to be influenced by the recent events. Now that there were clues, he had to first uncover the truth behind his father's death. But he couldn't help but see the face of the King of Cangming in his mind, the face that looked so much like his father's.
Fu Hanwen closed his eyes and exhaled the turbid air stuck in his chest: "We'll return to Houling Village in a few days."
Perhaps his mother knew something?
