Susie was taken aback and sat down on the ground, looking at Emily with only her head exposed on the ground.

Her tears couldn't stop flowing, just like the clams popping out of the beach and spitting water.

This time, Susie was really curious.

"You said you were my father's daughter, do you have any evidence?"

Susie didn't believe that her father could have another daughter, but this Emily, she didn't look like she was lying.

She firmly believed that she was the daughter of Emperor Justice. Why?

Emily struggled for a moment and realized she couldn't move.

The ground of the underworld, even if she was buried, she could easily come out. But now she is trapped.

"I wouldn't tell you any evidence," Emily gritted her teeth and stared coldly at Susie, refusing to back down even though she was imprisoned.

She simply closed her eyes and turned her head, ignoring Susie!

Susie suddenly had a thought and felt some movement in the Soul Calabash.

She immersed herself in the feeling for a moment and exclaimed with delight, "Coward ghost, you guys are awake!"

The next second, a group of ghosts appeared on the grass.

They all huddled around Emily, stroking their chins as they scrutinized her.

Emily: "..."

Humiliation... extreme humiliation!!

After listening to Susie's explanation, the ghosts were extremely astonished.

The coward ghost whispered: "His treasures are so powerful?! I thought that this time, while he was asleep, he would become stronger than her and be able to protect her well in the future..."

The fickle ghost exclaimed in surprise, "When did Kellen have such a grown-up daughter? He has only been reincarnated in the human world for a mere 256 years. This bowl of lychees is over three thousand years old, an ancient witch."

Susie: This can really be calculated as a full score...

Emily angrily exclaimed, "You old witch!"

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her.

The bride ghost thought for a moment and said, "Sister, could it be a palace maid from the former imperial palace? The maid served the emperor and secretly gave birth to a bowl of lychees without the emperor's knowledge..."

Emily vomited blood: Her name is Emily, not a bowl of lychee!

The fickle ghost shook its head and said, "Impossible! I have tried so hard and haven't even touched Kellen's bedside. How could anyone be more shameless than me... no, more powerful."

The ghosts: "..."

You accidentally told the truth, didn't you?

"Didn't she have any evidence? Just search for it." The unlucky ghost threatened, "Are you going to speak or not? If you don't, I'll come after you."

Emily: "!!"

Her eyes turned red with anger, and she felt even more disgusted with Susie - like master, like servant!

The coward ghost smiled slightly on the side and gently said, "Don't be so vulgar, you still need to be a little careful in front of the baby..."

Emily took a glance and saw a young boy with star-like eyebrows and a bright and warm demeanor. Her heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and she thought to herself, "A bad bamboo can produce good shoots..."

The next second, however, I heard him continue saying, "I'll take the baby to the side."

Emily: "..."

Seeing him really holding Susie's hand and about to leave, the unlucky ghost had a wicked smile on his face, rubbing his hands together as he approached.

Misunderstanding the meaning of "up," Emily became angry and panicked, unable to move no matter what.

"Don't come over... just go away!" she exclaimed angrily.

The unlucky ghost sat in front of her, sighed, "Ah, just this spot..."

The fickle ghost crossed its arms and eagerly gave its opinion: "How can we go up when only our heads are buried?"

"Last head will do, this is still considered to have a place..."

The bride ghost unconsciously followed suit, saying, "Yeah, yeah, let's just make do with it!"

The unlucky ghost pulled up his pants and searched for a foothold, preparing to step on Emily's head.

At this moment, Emily couldn't bear it anymore. She held back tears of humiliation and gritted her teeth, saying, "Stop...stop! I said..."

The unlucky ghost stopped and muttered, "Wasn't it better if it had happened earlier?"

Emily held back her tears and hated deeply in her heart.

She was the daughter of Emperor Justice!

When have I ever been so wronged!

When the emperor arrived, she was determined to inform him and make sure they had no place to be buried!

Susie folded her arms and said, "Did Ken say it?"

Don't blame her either. If Emily had spoken nicely from the beginning, even if she didn't understand what was going on, she wouldn't have forced her like this.

But who wasn't a child anymore?

Did you just let her be high and mighty?

Susie was also angry. Why did Emily come up and hit her as soon as they met? After she explained, Emily wanted to put her in a desperate situation even more. If she hadn't retreated quickly at that time, no one would have known what the outcome would be.

Who didn't have a temper!

Emily was pulled out, her face cold and filled with anger, as she took out a painting.

"This painting was painted by the Emperor for my mother," Emily said. "On it, there is the Emperor himself, my mother... and me."

Everyone immediately looked at the painting and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The ancient and picturesque painting was incredibly realistic, as if it had been printed with 3D technology.

There were three people above, among whom a tall man dressed in a black robe was attentively looking at the woman in front of him, with a half-smile expression on his face, and his hand wrapped around her waist.

This face was so familiar to Susie, it was her father!

The woman held a child of about three years old in her arms, and one could vaguely see that it was a young Emily.

Without saying a word, at first glance, this painting appears to be a family portrait.

Susie exclaimed, "Just based on a painting?"

Photos can still be photoshopped, so what is a painting as evidence?

Emily stared obsessively at the painting of the emperor and said, "The emperor is my biological father. This painting was definitely made by him personally, and this signature is his own handwriting..."

Susie looked around the corner and indeed saw the signature on the painting, which read "Kellen". Although intentionally concealed, it still exuded a chilling aura.

If Kellen were here, he would definitely recognize the pressure of these three words, just like the pressure written on the giant stone under the icy pond...