The moment Song Qianhang asked the question, Prince Jing's smile froze on his face, but he quickly recovered, though his expression still carried a hint of tension.
He spoke with a smile in his tone, "What nonsense are you spouting, child? If you are not my son, whose son could you be?"
Prince Jing was puzzled inside, wondering why he would suddenly ask such a question. Could it be that he had learned something...
In the past, upon hearing such words, Song Qianhang would have believed it, but the subtle change in expression, however fleeting, made Prince Han's words echo repeatedly in his ears.
He pressed his lips tightly, his gaze becoming tense, "Father, am I truly someone from the Pei Family that was accused of treason back then?"
Upon these words, Prince Jing could no longer maintain his smile. His first subconscious reaction was to wonder if the lady had let something slip, "Your mother was only joking with you. These words shouldn't be taken seriously."
