Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

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Blake was speechless. Pablo’s mouth twitched as soon as he came out.

“Although it was three thousand years ago, | remember some things,” Pablo said.

He naturally knew more about the King of Hell than others. According to the time, it should be when the King of Hell's soul disappeared in her previous life.

Serene did not look at Pablo. Of course, she knew Pablo. He was the judge. She had seen him from afar.

She looked at Blake stubbornly to get his explanation.

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Blake said lightly, “Except for Jean, | haven't slept with anyone, let alone given birth to a daughter like you.” The harem spirit burst out laughing. Thinking of something and looking at Jean, the two women laughed loudly.

Blake raised his eyebrows. Why is Jean laughing? Shouldn't she be shy? Forget it. Jean is particular. She’s the plaintiff.

Blake felt helpless.

Seeing that everyone did not seem to take this matter seriously, Serene felt deeply angry and unreconciled.

| waited for Father for three thousand years. How could he say that? It's understandable for him not to know about me, but how can he forget Mother? He had a relationship with Mother! “Father, recall it again!” Serene was about to shed tears. She tried hard to maintain the image of a fairy to be worthy of the title of Emperor Prosper’s daughter.

“That day, Sister lost her soul, and you lost control of your emotions. It was Mother who comforted you in time...” | don’t want to expose Father's pain, but this matter is serious! I've been waiting so long. How can it be a joke? | don't believe Mother will lie to me! What good is it for Mother to make such a joke? Serene looked at Blake almost begrudgingly.

Blake’s expression darkened. “You look older than me. Don’t call me Father!” Serene was momentarily embarrassed, then grabbed the painting abruptly and asked, “But Mother has this painting! You drew it yourself! It's a token of love for Mother!” Blake frowned. “Would | be so shabby back then?” Take a painting as a token of love. Impossible. In Blake's view, only precious things could be a token of love.

Lilly reminded Blake, “Daddy, this painting has your signature!” Blake’s gaze fell on the signature. He was startled and could not help but frown.

It is indeed my signature. When did | sign it? Almost without thinking, Blake looked at Jean.

Jean froze, and her smile disappeared.

“Why do you look at me?” Jean looked puzzled and subconsciously said, “I didn’t copy your signature! You know it's impossible!” Jean was stunned when she said that. She had no memory of thousands of years ago and had gone through too many lifetimes.

Blake’s gaze softened, and he said, “Yes, you didn't. | signed it myself.” Jean did not live long and always left before him in every life. He spent one lifetime waiting for her, and every time he brought her back, she would still maintain some of the habits of her previous life. For example, there was no shortage of money, but she always had ideas to make money.

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Every soul was unique. No matter how many lifetimes she had gone through, her temper had not changed.

Jean felt strange. Why does he look at me as pampering? | didn’t write it. Why does he look like he’s taking the blame for me? Jean tried hard but could not find any memory of the painting. Blake had already thought of something and said, “You don’t need to think about it.” He rubbed Jean's head and said, “You were the one who asked me to sign it.” All the ghosts were shocked. The signature on the painting was indeed Blake's! Lilly blurted out, “Daddy, did you also draw this painting?” Blake shook his head. “Of course not.” He looked at Lilly, pinched her face, and said dotingly, “Back then, your mommy always wanted to sell my signatures and paintings.” Emperor Prosper’s sentence or a hastily painted picture were both examples of the state of mind.

Some novice ghosts struggled to pursue the realm but got stuck in the bottleneck. So they wanted the things of Emperor Prosper to approach The Order. So those things were worth the money.

However, Blake rarely drew paintings. Even if he drew occasionally, Jean was reluctant to sell it, so she only got his signature.

For painting or writing, she drew or wrote by herself.

Of course, he doted on her. To prevent his signature from being used for anything, he would leave pressure on the signature so that those who bought it for epiphany would not get deceived.

“That's how the signature came.” Blake did not go into details.

Blake unconsciously smiled and said nothing more. Jean felt guilty and ashamed for no reason.

Lilly nodded and concluded, “So the signature is real. The painting is fake, right? Serene’s mom drew the painting herself.” Serene could not accept such a result!

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