Faceted Jade a.k.a Carven Jade [ENG Translation]

CHAPTER 70

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"How's the wine, Shīxiōng?"
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At these words, Fu Changling was dazed for a moment.

His adolescence came back to him as he froze in his chair.

In fact, he discovered he was Lin Chen's son at a young age when his father told him to keep the swordbone in his back a secret.

When he heard that a demoness existed in this realm who had once been his father's fiancée and who had slain so many that she shouldn't be tolerated by anyone, he surmised that this person was his mother.

He despised this demoness above all other demons in this world, since she was his mother.

He despised her self-servingness.

He despised her for all her evil deeds, which had led to his ill-fated life.

He despised her for ruining his future for the sake of cultivation, forcing him to bear her sins, and subjecting him to a lifetime of hardships.

He loathed her to death in his previous life, even though his father had told him before he died that his mother was a really good person and implored him not to harbor any resentment toward her. But he couldn't help himself.

Simply put, he loved and hated too much in his previous life, and this person-whom he'd never met before-was never depicted in detail.

However, he had always harbored hatred for his mother.

But all of a sudden, one day, he realized that his mother might have been wronged.

Not only did he learn that his mother had been wronged, but he also learned that his father-the man who had nurtured and raised him and who had gone to great lengths to keep him hidden-was the one who had killed his mother himself, who was possibly innocent, and had died unjustly.

Suddenly, Fu Changling found it a bit ludicrous.

He wished he could laugh, but he couldn't.

He felt as if he should cry, but he couldn't.

Just then, someone unexpectedly got to his feet, moved to stand in front of him, raised his hands, and shielded him.

His sleeves were pure white with embroidered cirrus patterns on them. When he raised his hands to shield him, he couldn't see Yue Sihua, the candlelight, or anything else; all he could see was this person standing in front of him, as sturdy as Mount Tai.

He was keeping him apart from all the despair and trials and giving him a safe haven to ease his mind.

"Madame, please step back a little when you speak," Qin Yan said flatly. "My Shīdì dislikes it when others get too close to him."

At these words, Yue Sihua looked up at Qin Yan. She fixed her gaze on Qin Yan, who remained unfazed and merely said, "Step back a little."

Yue Sihua was silent. After a while, she gave a mocking smile and retreated to her seat, then said, "You're doing a fine job of caring for this Shīdì of yours, my young friend Qin."

"He has no one to take care of him," Qin Yan stated calmly. "Since I'm his Shīxiōng, I will naturally take good care of him."

"What if you found your Shīdì had fooled you?" Yue Sihua raised an eyebrow. "Has he ever done me any harm?" asked Qin Yan simply, raising his gaze.

Yue Sihua was stunned, and Qin Yan added, "Even if he has harmed me, then I am to blame since I accepted him into the Hongmeng Heavenly Palace."

"I will safeguard him for as long as he is my Shīdì."