The blood in his body seemed to boil in an instant, and all the expectations, longings, and resentments of the past nineteen years seemed to burst out in an instant, and he shouted like a vent: "Three years! I have been by your side for three full years! How do you feel when you hear me calling you master every day? Since you don't want to recognize me, why should you be nice to me!"
Yang Jian choked and suddenly didn't know how to explain to him. After a while, he carefully said: "Xiaoyao, the third princess and I divorced eight hundred years ago." So I am not your father.
Xiaoyao's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and he suddenly smiled, with tears streaming down his face: "It seems that I have never told you, my surname is Yang! Everyone in Yucheng knows that my mother was pregnant for eight hundred and ten years before giving birth to me. Eight hundred and ten years! Can you imagine how she came here alone!" It turns out that you always thought that I was someone else's child, so you can look at the moon with peace of mind and sigh every day!