"The younger sister of the Consort took Your Highness and escaped, from then on, all news was cut off. In the past few years, the Emperor had sent countless people to search for you in private. He always thought that Your Highness had met your demise - it wasn't until three years ago that there were a few small leads. His Majesty had sent us here to welcome you back." Shen Yi briefly explained in a few words, "We were unable to reveal our identities to Your Highness, please forgive us..."

Chang Geng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that Teacher Shen's brain might be filled with oil. He had compiled a story full of flaws. According to him, Xiu Niang was the Royal Consort's younger sister; if so, then the Royal Consort was also a barbarian woman?

Moreover, if the Emperor sent someone to find his child, why would he send out only two people? Even if the Emperor was destitute, with the entire imperial court having numerous magistrates and military personnel, how could they only send two people? And why did these two men not reveal their identity for more than two years?

With these incredible Black Iron Camp's generals living next door, there was no way they did not know that Xiu Niang had been secretly communicating with the barbarians...Why did they not stop her?

Chang Geng cut him off: "You are mistaken."

Shen Yi: "Your Highness..."

"You have the wrong person!" Chang Geng felt very exhausted; he suddenly did not want to be involved any longer with these people who only knew how to tell lies:

"Let me down, I am just a bastard son born from a barbarian woman and who knows which bandit, I am not worthy of the Black Iron Camp generals putting themselves in danger just so I can be rescued, not deserving of having people like you as my yifu!"

Shen Yi could not help but sigh after hearing that last sentence. He felt that seventy to eighty percent of Chang Geng's words were directed at Shen Shiliu. He just got caught in the middle, and Chang Geng had directed his anger at the completely wrong person.

He gently grasped Chang Geng's leg that was kicking around in a frenzy: "Pardon my rudeness - the pinky toe of your right foot is slightly bent compared to normal people, just like His Majesty's, this is unmistakably the dragon's bloodline."

Chang Geng quickly jerked his leg back, his heart getting colder and colder.

He clearly remembered that this foot was not naturally born looking like this. It was broken by Xiu Niang herself when he was a child. She ignored his crying and screaming, twisted one of his toes, then used the method for binding women's feet to bind his toe into deformity.

Dragon's bloodlines bullshit...even this can be fabricated?

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