chsdbacks Chapter 778: Xia Ling, Xia Qingcheng
Chapter 778: Xia Ling, Xia Qingcheng
The man glanced at Qing Ke and said gently, "You go back first."
His voice was gentle, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Qing Ke was somewhat puzzled and wanted to ask why, but one of the two people following the man hurriedly pulled Qing Ke away, and the other one left as well.
The ground in front of the Holy Maiden Palace was covered with white pebbles.
It was afternoon, and the sunlight gently scattered on the ground, casting mottled shadows on the pebble road.
In front of the Holy Maiden Palace was a wide road, and opposite it was a flower field.
The Holy Maiden Palace was as large as a castle, and they stood at the castle’s grand entrance, with no outsiders around.
"Ling’er," the man spoke, but didn’t continue, as if he was deliberating what to say to her.
His call was so gentle that even Ling Yue, standing nearby, felt a bubbling jealousy.
To be honest, he had been with Xia Ji for many years, yet he didn’t even know her name.
Since she appeared in front of everyone, she had always been called Xia Ji, and she never mentioned her own name.
So he had always called her Xia’er.
Only today did he learn that she had a name as well.
Xia Ji’s gaze was cold, with not even a hint of a smile, her voice carrying a chilling and mocking tone: "Xia Qingcheng, you know I hate you, so why bother to get close to me? I am not Xia Ling; Xia Ling died over thirty years ago, didn’t she?"
"You indeed have reason to blame me." Xia Qingcheng did not refute her, as he understood her hatred all too clearly.
He knew when she left many years ago.
As the Clan Leader of the Xia Clan, even knowing she might have given birth to his child, he could not abandon his acknowledged responsibilities to seek her out and ask for her forgiveness, hoping that one day she would truly understand his feelings and be willing to give him a chance.
It’s just a pity... After so many years, she never came back.
Now she finally returned, yet still, she hated him to the bone.
His gaze fell on Su Yu, and he gently asked, "What’s your name?"
Su Yu calmly looked at Xia Qingcheng, as if Xia Qingcheng was not at all surprised by his existence.
"Su Yu." Su Yu was straightforward, and in his heart, he felt no special sentiment towards this person who clearly seemed like his biological father.
In terms of parentage, he shared a rare bond with Han Jing, both being children unloved by their parents.
However, fortunately, they didn’t mind this much.
Of course, Han Jing’s so-called father didn’t care because Little Junior Uncle passed away early; if Little Junior Uncle were still alive, he would surely have treasured her as a jewel.
As for his father... honestly, Su Yu had no feelings, only resentment toward the concept of "mother."
In short, he never had any expectations. Or perhaps he did once, but it was so long ago that even someone with his good memory couldn’t recall.
Su Yu’s clear response, "Su Yu," clearly expressed to Xia Qingcheng that he had no relation to him.
However, Xia Qingcheng seemed neither surprised nor emotionally fluctuated; he couldn’t quite understand the relationships among this group of people for the moment, but the little girl held in Lianwu’s arms caught his attention.