In the Tianhu Palace, Hu Qianqiu was questioning Hu Ruolan.
"Is that woman really your niece? You're clearly an orphan, where would you get a niece from?" Hu Qianqiu didn't question Hu Ruolan at the Heavenly Fox Temple, but as soon as they returned to the Tianhu Palace, he couldn't hold back and started interrogating her.
"Is it really that important? Hu Qianqiu, you have never cared about the life or death of me and my daughter. To you, there's only a distinction between what's useful and what's not." Over the past few months, Hu Ruolan had lost all hope in Hu Qianqiu.
Her return to the Tianhu Palace was nothing more than a temporary strategy.
"Hmph, you better hope that woman truly can assume the position of the Heavenly Fox Saintess and marry Lu soon, or else you and she will be in for trouble." Hu Qianqiu flung the sleeve of his garment and left in anger.
As soon as Hu Qianqiu left, Hu Ruolan couldn't help herself and took out her daughter Hu Sheng's ashes.
