"You're certain that Gong Juechen is Chenglin?" The Emperor of Xiyun's body trembled with anger. "If he is Chenglin, why does he slander me so?!"
Changyi remained calm, "He is Chenglin. I have seen it myself, the triangular floral birthmark on his lower back."
"But why slander me? I am his father emperor!" The Emperor of Xiyun was still furiously indignant. "How deeply I've missed him over the years. Back then, it seems I loved him in vain! To treat me this way!"
Changyi's gaze was sharp as he stared at the Emperor of Xiyun, "You mean to say none of your many sons' deaths were your doing? Not even one?"
With Changyi's piercing stare and questioning, the once enraged Emperor of Xiyun finally collapsed back onto the Dragon Chair, his anger subsiding to a defeated exhaustion.
After a long while, the Emperor of Xiyun finally spoke softly, "There was one... whom I ordered to be dealt with."
"Who?"
