Listening to a story, especially one with quite explosive content, Yu Ziqing was very willing.
This old fellow went through so much trouble, stepping into the game one step at a time, that Yu Ziqing felt he actually no longer cared about his own life and death. He was even prepared to die and didn't mind what the subsequent outcome would be.
He now seemed like someone who had held in a secret for a lifetime, and finally found an opportunity to tell a secret buried deep in his heart. Whether standing in front of him was Yu Ziqing or Qing Ziyu, or even whether it was a person or not, didn't make a significant difference.
What satisfied him the most seemed to be that he had a son he was quite pleased with.
Yu Ziqing was very sure that two hundred years ago, this old fellow definitely wouldn't have thought this way.
It was only after having a son and watching him grow little by little by his side that his thoughts gradually changed.