A sliver of unease sprouted quietly in Gu Xiangzhu's heart.
It wasn't much.
But it was distinct.
She was certain Zhao Huan couldn't possibly know that she and Zhao Ci had already laid their cards on the table regarding her identity and the Art of Organ Swapping.
But Zhao Huan's show of goodwill seemed to have come a little too quickly.
What worried her most, however, was Zhao Ci's attitude.
He clearly knew Zhao Huan was after his Waizi, yet he was still this happy over some minor favors.
Especially that question he just asked—"The Art of Organ Swapping can't plunder Flesh Body Divine Patterns, right?"—it was just full of self-delusion.
'He's still just a cowardly young man, after all.'
The loving-father persona Zhao Huan had cultivated for so many years wasn't so easily shattered.
Even Gu Xiangzhu herself couldn't tell if Zhao Huan truly saw all his sons as tools for consolidating power, or if there was a genuine sliver of warmth deep in his heart.
