The Second Prince was actually going to do an on-site DNA test?!

Netizens watching the live broadcast of the farewell banquet could not have imagined they would end up witnessing such a massive situation.

Not only had an assassin barged into the banquet hall to attack a guest, but that guest was exposed as the grandson of the Jinyuque Corps’ vice commander, a former inner palace attendant from years ago, suspiciously tied to the deaths of the former King and King Consort, allegedly the Second Prince’s biological father, and someone who had transitioned from an attendant into an educator despite his background as a rebel descendant, successfully taking a job at the First Military Academy.

Any single one of these points was a massive news bombshell.

Related news flooded the internet almost instantly, occupying the absolute top headlines across major online platforms, and the volume of discussion under the topics blew sky-high.

“Today is a day that will go down in Danse’s history.”

“Oh gosh, my brain is completely fried! What if the Second Prince really is a rebel descendant?! Just destroy everything then!”

“Trust the Second Prince! Let’s wait for the DNA test results!”

“Wait, what’s up with Meng Jian?! Even if what he said is true, was there any need to bring it up in the open on an occasion like today?! How many times did His Majesty try to stop him?!”

“Meng Jian’s attitude is super off-putting +1! He completely refuses to listen to His Majesty.”

“To the person above, maybe he was afraid His Majesty was being deceived. Sigh, I hope it’s not true.”

“Am I the only one feeling bad for that Gaofeng Tribe assassin? Unless someone was truly driven to a dead end, who would risk their life like that?”

In the banquet hall.

Only the key party involved headed to the royal palace’s medical sector; most guests were kept in the hall. However, several virtual screens appeared in midair—an added set of live broadcast feeds—capturing every angle of Li Xiao and the others as they left the banquet hall and entered the medical area.

In the car, Song Jin flipped through the live stream room.

Because several new camera angles had been added, the live stream frame was divided into multiple split-screen sections.

The moment Song Jin stepped into the frame, the live chat spammed frantically, with endless messages asking “What’s going on?” or “I’m so worried.”

“You Danse people certainly have a wild way of doing things—saying and doing stuff without any regard for the occasion,” Song Jin remarked to Li Xiao, who was sitting beside him. “Look at this, making so many citizens worry about you.”

“Not all Danse people are like this,” Li Xiao’s voice came from off-camera, sounding exceptionally calm. “Today isn’t the weekend. Everyone should wait until after work to watch the stream replay—don’t let it affect your work.”

The chat spammed with a dense wave of responses: “Who has the mind to work right now?!”, “The sky is about to fall!”, “My boss is leading us in eating popcorn right now.”

Song Jin said with feigned casually, “A lot of people are saying Meng Jian treated your brother terribly, and I agree. It’s one thing if he treats you like a grandson, but your brother is the King! Shouldn’t he listen to him at least a bit?”

“Meng Jian acting like this isn’t a matter of a day or two,” Li Xiao said, his tone sounding a bit downcast. “He used to be my brother’s teacher, so maybe he can’t break the habit of lecturing his student.”

Song Jin turned his head to look at him. “No matter what, basic etiquette between monarch and subject should be observed, right? As a foreigner, I really don’t understand your Danse etiquette—I can’t comprehend it, but I respect it.”

A rapid wave spammed across the chat: “We don’t understand it either!”, “This isn’t our Danse etiquette!”

Song Jin continued, “Your lineage was questioned, but I think your brother was taking it even harder than you. When we walked out, I saw he was almost moved to tears from anger.”

Before Li Xiao could speak, Qian Can sitting nearby jumped in to answer, “A fake report that was already debunked was brought up as an issue at an official occasion, and that old guy named Meng refuses to listen to reason! Who wouldn’t be brought to tears by anger?!”

Another wave followed in the chat: “Feeling so bad for His Majesty,” “His Majesty, don’t cry!”

Song Jin sneered. “If it were me, I would have kicked Meng Jian off the second floor long ago. Daring to despise royal authority—he really thinks he’s hot stuff.”

Listening to their complaints, Li Xiao spoke in a helpless tone: “My brother respects Meng Jian deeply as a teacher. If anyone else had done this tonight, they would have been arrested long ago.”

Song Jin snorted softly. “Yet his repeated tolerance didn’t earn any respect; instead, it let certain people float so high they forgot who they even are.”

Before the car even reached the medical area, countless people online had spontaneously begun pushing back against the internet trolls attacking the royal family.

Soon, various comments unfavorable to the royal family dropped from the top trending spots, replaced by comments like “Quietly waiting for the DNA comparison results, don’t spread rumors or believe unverified claims,” and “Don’t get carried away, everyone eat your popcorn rationally.”

In another car, Meng Jian saw Song Jin guiding public opinion in the live stream in an attempt to turn the tables, but surprisingly, he didn’t feel like bothering with it.

Once the DNA results came out, no amount of rhetoric would hold any weight in the face of hard facts.

Arriving at the medical area.

Li Ji designated a doctor and arranged a ten-person supervisory team while placing the laboratory under 360-degree surveillance to ensure no issues occurred at any step.

As the two main subjects, Li Xiao and Yan Qing were guided by the doctor to take tissue samples, while the others waited in the waiting room outside, watching the whole process through the live stream broadcast in midair.

The atmosphere in the room felt like it had been poured full of concrete, growing stiffer as time dragged on.

Zheng Kang’an felt deeply uneasy, quietly glancing toward Yi Yongning, only to find that the other man wasn’t calm either, his gaze constantly shifting between Li Ji and Meng Jian.

Creating such a scene at a formal occasion with foreign guests present—if the outcome proved unsatisfactory, Zheng Kang’an could hardly imagine how Meng Jian was going to clean up the mess.

Not far across from him, Meng Jian was still recounting the confession of the assassin captured on S1301. Yet Li Ji kept a cold face as he watched the screen the entire time, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, which put Meng Jian in an increasingly good mood.

Having taken their tissue samples separately, Li Xiao and Yan Qing returned to the waiting room one after the other.

As soon as Li Xiao walked in, he saw Yan Qing step up five paces in front of Li Ji and bow respectfully.

Yan Qing: “Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry for causing such a huge commotion due to my affairs. However, I have far too many doubts. Having been framed in public—and with the reputations of both the royal family and the First Military Academy compromised—I really cannot pretend nothing happened. May I be permitted to ask the Investigation Bureau officer a few questions?”

Before Li Ji could speak, Meng Jian spoke first: “You are currently a suspect; you do not have the right to ask questions.”

Yan Qing didn’t even cast a glance in his direction. “I am asking His Majesty. Please conduct yourself with self-respect.”

Unexpectedly snapped at by a nobody, Meng Jian’s face darkened: “Presumptuous! How dare you speak to me like that?!”

Li Ji said in a cold voice, “I see you are being quite presumptuous as well!”

Reprimanded, Meng Jian had no choice but to swallow his anger for the bigger picture.

Things had already reached this point; no matter what Li Ji tried, he couldn’t change the outcome now.

Li Ji turned his gaze back to Yan Qing, his tone softening slightly: “What doubts do you have?”

Yan Qing said respectfully, “As for whether the Second Prince and I share blood relations, a DNA comparison is already underway, so we can set that aside for now. But regarding the claim that I was an inner palace attendant, what were my exact dates of employment? And regarding the claim that I am a rebel descendant, is there any evidence that my ancestors were rebels?”

Li Ji looked at the Investigation Bureau Major: “Answer his doubts. Things have reached this point; there’s nothing to hide.”

Receiving a subtle signal from Meng Jian, the Major picked up the thread: “My apologies, the case is still under investigation, so it is inconvenient to disclose details.”

“Inconvenient?”

Li Xiao looked puzzled. “Then how was it convenient for you to expose a suspect’s identity in public?”

Questioned by Li Xiao, the Major answered, “These matters have all been verified by the Investigation Bureau.”

Li Xiao pressed further: “So you mean that regarding the two questions Instructor Yan raised, you haven’t managed to verify them yet, which is why it’s inconvenient to disclose?”

The Major kept his head lowered: “It involves confidentiality principles and cannot be made public at the current stage.”

“Confidentiality principles?”

Song Jin burst out laughing without giving any face, unable to stop. It sounded exceptionally jarring in the heavy atmosphere of the waiting room.

Seeing Li Xiao look over, Song Jin offered an insincere apology: “It’s been a long time since I heard such a hilarious joke. I really couldn’t hold it back. The birth secret of a prince can be disclosed right in front of over ten billion people just like that, so I thought your Danse Empire had no secrets at all.”

“They even claimed the Second Prince sparked wars and intended to commit treason,” Qin Le, standing behind Song Jin at an angle, couldn’t listen any longer. “Striking hard when convicting someone, but making excuses when asked for evidence—so basically, whatever you say goes?”

Li Ji looked coldly at the Major, his brows tightly knit. “You dared to rush into the farewell banquet to arrest someone without gathering sufficient evidence?!”

Put on the spot, cold sweat broke out on the Major’s back. Catching a directive from Meng Jian out of the corner of his eye, he composed himself and said, “Without sufficient evidence, we wouldn’t act recklessly.”

Li Ji slammed his hand down on the armrest and shouted sternly, “Then spit it out already! What, am I not qualified to hear the truth?!”

The Major hurriedly pulled up files from his terminal: “According to statements from three informants, this Omega named Yan Qing entered the royal palace through a public selection at age eighteen and was assigned to the inner palace as a landscape attendant. Later, he was transferred to the Queen’s palace, responsible for replenishing daily refreshments. At age twenty-five, he was arrested under suspicion of murdering the former King and Queen, after which he escaped using unknown means until now.”

Li Ji: “An attendant who served my Mother Queen—and I don’t have a single shred of memory of him?”

Meng Jian chimed in, “You frequently traveled abroad to study from the age of fourteen. It is completely normal for you to have no impression of a minor refreshment attendant.”

Ignoring him, Li Ji continued questioning the Major: “Is it strictly oral testimonies? Is there any more concrete evidence?”

Major: “Palace regulations prohibit attendants from taking photographs, so they don’t have photos in their possession. However, the three informants do not know each other, yet their testimonies are surprisingly consistent.”

Li Xiao frowned as he listened. “They claim they don’t know each other, and you just believe it? Do you usually handle cases so casually?”

Major: “We have verified that they were indeed inner palace attendants, and they have no contact records over the past decade.”

Yan Qing, who had been listening quietly, asked Li Xiao, “Second Highness, are attendants allowed to hold part-time jobs?”

Li Xiao: “Of course not. Especially inner palace attendants, as they might come into contact with state secrets and must sign non-disclosure agreements. In principle, side jobs are strictly forbidden.”

“That’s good then.”

Yan Qing nodded and looked at Li Ji. “Your Majesty, please allow me to prove my innocence.”

Li Ji: “Granted.”

Yan Qing tapped open his terminal, selected a few photos from his album, and projected them enlarged straight into midair.

“These are photos from my daily life while attending Imperial Capital University. From entering at age eighteen to graduating at twenty-four, they are all here. I don’t usually like taking photos, so there are only this many. If needed, I can provide my student ID number; my academic record can be queried at Imperial Capital University.”

Forget Meng Jian—even Li Xiao and Song Jin looked over with curiosity.

Attending university while working as an attendant? Was this fake data prepared well in advance? To think it was prepared so thoroughly.

Yan Qing in the photos looked very green. Compared to now, he lacked the weight settled by time and experience, appearing as a handsome youth.

There were thirty-two photos in total, half of which were group photos with others on campus, while individual ones showed him writing papers in the library, playing basketball and doing physical training in the gym, doing volunteer work, attending lectures in class… From age eighteen to twenty-four, he visibly matured into a grounded individual.

Li Xiao / Song Jin: “…”

These photos are masterfully made; even we can’t tell they’re fake.

09: 【Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even I can’t detect where it was tampered with!】

07: 【Me neither QuQ. Tomorrow I’ll ask Papa to upgrade our program.】

Yan Qing looked at the Major, though the corner of his eye paid attention to Meng Jian’s slightly stunned face: “Inner palace attendants are not allowed to hold side jobs. May I ask how I managed to attend university while working as an attendant?”

The Major’s expression shifted, his gaze turning sharp: “Fabricating photos as evidence is illegal.”

Yan Qing looked puzzled: “You can tell these are fake photos with just one glance?”

Major: “Please provide your student ID number.”

Yan Qing read out his student ID, and the Major contacted Imperial Capital University in front of everyone.

The popped-up window displayed an elderly man—precisely the President of Imperial Capital University.

The Major explained the purpose of the call and gave him Yan Qing’s student ID.

The President was visibly surprised, but without asking further, he personally searched the university’s internal management system and sent over an academic file.

Before the Major even had time to check it, he heard Li Ji instruct: “Display the file.”

The Major glanced at Meng Jian, nervously opening the document.

Everyone in the room and over ten billion netizens in the live room saw this enlarged academic file.

It contained Yan Qing’s ID photo, completely matching the life photos he had displayed moments ago. The ethnicity column did not list the Bijue Tribe; during his time at school, he majored in Management with minors in History and Law.

“Full professor right after graduation?!”

Qian Can leaned in close to inspect it carefully in astonishment. He really hadn’t misread—he had reached professor status across three majors.

Such a gorgeous resume was more than qualified enough to become an instructor at the First Military Academy.

“My photos might be forged, but the academic file sent by the President of Imperial Capital University couldn’t possibly be fake too, right?”

Yan Qing went on the offensive first. “As for claiming I am Wei Mo’s grandson, the file contains my detailed ethnic information. There’s no need for additional proof, is there?”

The Major was momentarily rendered speechless, only able to say, “Please send the photos to me; we need to verify them further.”

Seeing Yan Qing so unhurried, Li Xiao thought to himself that these records might not necessarily be fake.

For Yan Qing to stay at the military academy for so many years without being discovered by Meng Jian was likely because he had been focused on his studies and rarely appeared in the palace back then. Coupled with being an attendant by the Queen’s side who didn’t need to show his face in the outer hall, it was hard to draw attention.

The reason Li Xiao felt Yan Qing had often accompanied him in his childhood was because by the time he had memories, Yan Qing had already graduated.

Everyone sitting present grew increasingly confused, even finding the situation incomprehensible.

Meng Jian made such a grand scene, making everyone think he possessed solid evidence, yet he got slapped in the face this quickly.

What kind of farce was this?

Sweat drenched Zheng Kang’an’s palms out of nervousness.

Here it comes again.

Every single time, almost without exception! Whenever they thought things were set in stone, a variable would always pop up!

On the side, Meng Jian stared at the academic file, his composed expression almost falling apart as numerous thoughts flashed through his head.

Back then, for Li Ji to hide this person at the military academy behind his back, he must have prepared a complete set of covers to prevent being investigated one day. Thus, having these records wasn’t entirely surprising.

As long as the DNA report showed that Yan Qing and Li Xiao were father and son, this academic file could be overturned immediately.

Song Jin rested his chin on his hand to watch the show, speaking in a slow, relaxed voice: “Instructor Yan was just assassinated at the banquet, and the Investigation Bureau showed up right at the door. No matter how you look at it, it seems like a premeditated plot.”

Meng Jian immediately picked up the thread: “Mind your words. Slandering Danse law enforcement agencies without cause or evidence can carry heavy criminal charges.”

“Why are you so anxious?”

Song Jin added with a smile, “What I mean is, could that assassin and those three informants be working together? Using Instructor Yan to point fingers at my Xiao-Xiao, or even the entire Danse Royal Family—you really ought to thoroughly investigate the background of those three informants.”

Meng Jian slowly raised his teacup: “That is the Investigation Bureau’s business; it doesn’t require your guidance.”

“Mind your words!”

Li Xiao suddenly raised his volume, his tone cold and sharp. “He is my Royal Consort and has the right to oversee the work of various government departments. Out of respect for your years of contributions to the military, I tolerated your previous disrespect toward Xiao-Jin. Yet you dare to provoke me time and time again—do you take me for dead?”

Everyone in the room gasped, not daring to breathe loudly.

Holy crap! The Second Prince is furious.

His words didn’t leave Meng Jian a sliver of face; he looked genuinely enraged.

When someone who doesn’t easily lose their temper blows up, it’s terrifying!

Meng Jian’s expression finally cracked completely, swallowing his anger as he replied: “Your identity as a prince still requires further verification, let alone a casually found royal consort.”

“Since when did your status, Meng Jian, surpass that of the royal family?”

Li Xiao met Meng Jian’s eyes directly. “You question whenever you want to question. You say I’m not a prince, so I have to be verified by you? Then if I say you were picked out of a trash can by Meng Shan, does that make you a trash-can pick?”

“Pfft… Hahaha…”

Qian Can got halfway through his laugh before hurriedly covering his mouth, hiding behind Qin Le as his shoulders shook frantically from holding back his laughter.

Others sitting around felt quite resentful.

That laugh made them want to laugh too!

Meng Jian kept a dark face: “That is a personal attack.”

Li Xiao: “Am I not allowed?”

The live chat and comment sections blew up completely.

“Hahaha, Second Prince snapped back so well! Old Man Meng takes himself way too seriously!”

“Isn’t Meng Jian being too arrogant? His state today feels terrifying!”

“I’ve been wanting to say this for a while: Old Man Meng truly despises everyone equally!”

“It’s already been proven that Yan Qing wasn’t the attendant back then, yet Meng Jian is still being stubborn!”

“Predictor making a guess: Today’s scene will definitely end as a farce.”

“Second Prince, hurry up and punish him AHHHH! My fists have tightened several times already!”

“For General Meng to be so confident means there really is an issue with Li Xiao’s lineage. Are you guys alright?”

Once comments defending Meng Jian came out, another bloodbath ensued.

Many people were genuinely curious. Unable to wait for the DNA comparison report, they formed groups to spam messages under Imperial Capital University’s homepage, demanding confirmation of Yan Qing’s identity and whether the file was forged.

In less than ten minutes, Imperial Capital University posted a new update—a set of graduation group photos, with Yan Qing circled out among the crowd.

【Imperial Capital University does not accept groundless allegations of academic record fabrication. If any individual or department has doubts, please present evidence.】

Under the comments—

“Class rep translation: Bring out the evidence, don’t fucking talk out of your ass!”

“Imperial Capital University: I’m not taking the blame for this.”

“My alma mater is so unyielding!”

“My senior brother is one of the people in the group photo. He said it’s real; Yan Qing was a top student back then!”

“Damn it! I actually doubted the Second Prince for a split second, I’m going to reflect on myself!”

In the President’s office at Imperial Capital University.

The Head of General Affairs saw the new update posted by the External Relations Department, feeling immensely anxious. Unable to sit still, he ran to discuss it with the President: “Offending the Meng faction by stepping out right now means our days ahead won’t be easy.”

The President was leisurely painting an oil painting. “Between offending the Meng faction and offending the royal family, how would you choose?”

Had it been six months ago, this choice wouldn’t even exist. But now the royal family had grown strong; neither side was easy to offend.

The Head of General Affairs felt caught in a bind: “We could wait a bit until this storm passes, or let others step out first?”

The President didn’t answer, turning to say instead, “Do you know? Some people accumulate power to satisfy their expanding ambitions, while others exert all their strength just to break free from shackles and gain a chance to start over.”

The Head of General Affairs didn’t quite understand.

Did these words have anything to do with the topic at hand?

Seeing the President put down his paintbrush, the Head of General Affairs couldn’t help but glance at the canvas.

A beam of dawn light broke through heavy dark clouds. Down in the valley, a pitch-black swamp was covered in filthy, tarnished golden bird feathers. A golden-feathered sparrow wrapped in chains was struggling with all its might to crawl out of the swamp, as if wanting to snap the chains and flap its wings to fly high once more.

The President’s voice was so low only he could hear it: “I am still waiting for that day. I hope it won’t be too long…”

Less than five minutes after Imperial Capital University posted its update, the First Military Academy followed suit with a new update, releasing the test paper from Yan Qing’s written exam back then, alongside his interview video.

【The First Military Academy is willing to accept public supervision, but does not accept groundless questioning.】

In just short of half an hour, online public opinion went through several shifts.

In the waiting room of the medical area.

The DNA test report finally came out.

Meng Jian lost the mood to drink tea. Rather than nervous, he felt mostly excited.

Once Li Xiao’s birth secret was exposed, the momentum of the royal family would come to an abrupt end.

Yi Yongning and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Today’s incident happened so suddenly that they didn’t even have time to prepare. Right now, they felt like they were floating in midair, completely unsettled.

Accompanied by the supervisory team, the doctor responsible for the analysis entered the waiting room and bowed respectfully to Li Ji: “Your Majesty, this is the paper version of the DNA comparison report.”

Li Ji didn’t take it, raising his chin toward him: “Display the electronic version. Don’t make the public wait too long.”

Doctor: “Yes.”

Under the gaze of over ten billion people, the doctor projected the electronic DNA comparison report into the air.

Everyone looked at the top of the report first.

【The two sample groups in this test do not support a parent-child relationship.】

The live chat went blank for a second, then became covered with a screen full of “AHHHHH!”

“We won! I knew it couldn’t be real!”

“Let’s see who dares to question the Second Prince’s identity as a prince in the future!”

“Meng Jian needs to apologize publicly! Making such a mess of a perfectly fine farewell banquet, making Danse lose face in front of foreign officials!”

“My goodness, Meng Jian dared to be so arrogant over a rumor, even making His Majesty cry from anger. What kind of small fry does he think he is!”

“Is the Meng family floating too high? What are they even doing?!”

“Begging the Second Prince to hurry up and punish Meng Jian, I can’t take it anymore!”

In the waiting room, Meng Jian slammed the table and stood up, staring at the DNA report in disbelief: “Impossible! What kind of trick did you play?!”

Yet the others kept drinking tea or reading the report; nobody paid him any mind.

“Since the Second Prince and I are not father and son, confusing the royal lineage is out of the question,” Yan Qing looked at Meng Jian. “I am not an inner palace attendant, not a member of the Bijue Tribe, and certainly not the Second Prince’s father. Thus, General Meng’s previous claim that the Second Prince harbors improper intentions falls completely flat.”

Song Jin slowly stood up: “It’s over. If we head back now, we can still catch the last batch of desserts.”

“It’s not over yet,” Li Xiao said with deeper meaning.

Song Jin understood, looking at Meng Jian with a careless smile: “I almost forgot—someone slandered the royal family. How can we just leave it at that?”

“This isn’t that DNA report!”

Meng Jian took a few steps over and snatched the paper report from the doctor’s hands, his hands trembling as he flipped it open. On the very first page, it still read: Does not support a parent-child relationship.

“This is fake!”

Meng Jian threw the report onto the ground, glaring furiously at Li Ji, only to see Li Ji composedly holding his teacup to take a sip. The corners of his lips curved up under the cover of the cup lid—there wasn’t a trace of his earlier rage left.

Meng Jian’s pupils shrank. Everything that had happened tonight flashed rapidly through his mind, and he suddenly understood.

Li Ji was acting—he was acting from the very beginning.

Even to lure him into the trap, Li Ji hadn’t forcefully ordered people to take him away from the banquet hall, just waiting for Li Xiao to suggest doing an on-site DNA test.

These two brothers worked together to dig a pit for him to jump into!

No, Song Jin was in on it too!

It wasn’t that they didn’t know about Li Xiao’s lineage—they had known all along!

Meng Jian glared violently at Jin Heng: “Explain to them what’s going on!”

“Have you had enough of a scene?” Li Ji put down his teacup and stood up. “Apologize to Xiao-Xiao immediately.”

Meng Jian: “Your Majesty, there’s a problem with this DNA report! I demand a change of doctors and another test!”

Song Jin stepped over in two strides, kicking Meng Jian straight to the ground.

“I’ve tolerated you old guy all night. If I don’t beat you up soundly, you’ll never learn to behave.”

Li Xiao glanced at the live screen, which was almost entirely filled with “Song Jin, beat him up for me, beat him hard!” and “Song Jin finally made a move!”

“…”

It seemed the cat’s explosive temper was already known to every household.

Over on the side, Old Liu suddenly received a report from his subordinate. Rushing to Li Ji’s side, he said, “Your Majesty, a video was leaked on Xingya Network.”

Li Ji: “What video?”

Old Liu glanced at Meng Jian on the ground, speaking in a normal volume: “It’s a statement by Meng Shan regarding the Gaofeng Tribe, the Jinyuque, and the Bijue Tribe.”

Having just scrambled back up, Meng Jian felt an uneasy premonition before he could even counterattack Song Jin upon hearing these words.

Soon, Jiang Mu’s gasp reached his ears.

“Grandpa, Meng Shan said the Jinyuque Corps was framed by him!”

Their words were all broadcast out through the live room.

Countless people had their curiosity sparked, heading to Xingya Network to search for the video. As a result, they didn’t even need to spend effort looking—it was pinned at the number one spot on trending searches, its popularity exploding.

In the waiting room, Meng Jian felt enraged yet somewhat dazed, abruptly looking toward Li Xiao.

What on earth did that phrase “it’s not over yet” actually mean?!