Baili Qingcang's eyes were filled with rage as he stared at Liaochen. "Liaochen, is what Wang said true?"

Liaochen's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He almost couldn't maintain his demeanor as an esteemed monk. "Your Majesty, I don't know this woman, let alone having a son."

"He's lying!"

Just as Liaochen finished speaking, a loud shout came from outside the door. A woman came in, leading a child about eight or nine years ...