Soon after, CC's official Weibo account released another statement:
"Ms. Rosalie, please sign our lawyer's letter. We will be suing you for impersonating and defaming King. Those who attempt to deceive us will be punished, no matter how far they try to run."
Within a minute, the hashtag "Rosalie, Fake King" exploded across the internet.
Netizens swarmed in, flooding the comments:
"Rosalie, the fake King!""Unbelievable. First she was exposed as a fake daughter, now she's pretending to be King.""What a compulsive liar!""I was wondering how she dared to impersonate the legendary King. Now CC's official account has publicly slapped her across the face—I could practically hear the slap echoing overseas.""Her fans were cheering one moment, only to be humiliated the next. Serves them right."
Reading the comments, Rosalie's face went deathly pale. It felt like she had been pushed into an abyss with no escape.
Her worst fear had finally come true—and it had happened far too quickly.
It was over. Completely over.
Her carefully spun lies had collapsed, and her most powerful trump card was gone.
Old Madam Su, Su Changrong, and Li Lan stood frozen in a mix of shock and rage.
"Rosalie… so you're nothing but a fraud! You're not even King!"
Just then, the room fell silent as another figure entered.
Madam Song stepped forward, her sharp gaze falling directly on Rosalie.
Rosalie's voice trembled. "Madam Song, please—listen to my explanation!"
But Madam Song raised a hand, and several bodyguards in black appeared immediately at her side. Her voice was icy and decisive.
"Throw this person out. Her, and everything she brought with her. Now."
"Yes, Madam."
A few minutes later, Rosalie's suitcase was tossed out onto the ground. Clothes spilled everywhere, and Rosalie herself was shoved harshly onto the pavement.
Madam Song looked down at her, her eyes filled with disgust.
"Rosalie, don't ever let me see you again."
"Madam Song, what is going on?" Old Madam Su clutched Madam Song's arm desperately. "If Rosalie isn't King, then who is?"
Madam Song paused. Her gaze swept over Madam Su, then Su Changrong and Li Lan—before finally, almost imperceptibly, lingering on Celia.
A flicker of regret crossed her face. Slowly, she shook her head.
"What a pity," she said quietly, her tone carrying the weight of something unsaid—almost as if she already knew the truth, yet chose not to speak it aloud.
And with that, Madam Song turned and walked away without another word.
A pity?
What did she mean?
Madam Su was utterly baffled. She had no idea what Madam Song was implying.
At that moment, Su Changrong's phone rang. He answered, and as he listened, his expression changed drastically.
"Changrong, what's wrong? Who was that?" Madam Su pressed anxiously.
Su Changrong's face stiffened. "Mom… it was a message from King himself. He's arriving in Yecheng tomorrow, and he wants to meet with our family."
"What?"
"A meeting with King?!"
Madam Su clapped her hands together, her excitement barely contained. "Wonderful! Tomorrow we'll finally get to see the true face of this legendary King."
"He said he won't see anyone else—only our family. Could it be that he's planning to cooperate with us? We must hurry home and prepare."
Rosalie staggered to her feet, her appearance pitiful—like a stray dog with no place left to go. She looked at her grandmother and mother with pleading eyes.
"Grandma, Mom… I was wrong. Please take me home. I want to go back with you."
But Li Lan shoved her aside in disgust.
"Rosalie, we spent endless time and money raising you up, only for you to disgrace us completely. You've turned into the darkest stain on our Su family's history. From this moment on, we don't know you. Get out of our sight."
Rosalie fell heavily to the ground again, her palms scraping open against the pavement until blood welled up.
But no one spared her a single glance.
Madam Su, Su Changrong, and Li Lan climbed into their car and sped off, their minds focused entirely on preparing for their meeting with King tomorrow.
Rosalie's eyes burned red with humiliation and fury. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that she had lost. Lost everything.
But one question gnawed at her:
Who exactly was King?
And why… did he want to meet the Su family?