A Story

"Duodun might be the only living relative that you have left," the Second Consort said gently. She knew that this wouldn't work, but she still stubbornly tried to use this method to reduce the Dragon King's ruthlessness.

It indeed didn't work. Head down, Gu Shenwei was checking the two pieces of worn underwear.

This kind of underwear was very common and the color of certain parts of them had faded, but the pattern of two mandarin ducks playing in a pond was still very clear on each one. Below each of the patterns, there was a line where the birth date was embroidered into the cloth.

"These are in the Central Plainsmen's style." The Second Consort was somewhat anxious, and she started explaining before the Dragon King had asked. "You can find someone who knows about this kind of thing and ask them about it. These two pieces of underwear haven't been altered at all. If my speculation is right, then you will find the two dates very interesting, Dragon King."