The fickle ghost was surprised.

Although they all had a skeptical attitude towards Emily.

But this signature was so unique that almost no one who had seen it would doubt its authenticity.

The coward ghost squinted slightly, "Indeed, it was Kellen's signature."

The bride ghost was surprised, "How could this be..."

The fickle ghost touched his chin and said, "What kind of plot is this again? The male lead is drugged and taken advantage of by the supporting actress? Or is it that the male lead is poisoned and mistakes the supporting actress for the moonlight beauty."

The ghosts glared at her, wondering why she was still joking around at such a time!

However, although the ghosts felt something suspicious, they still did not suspect Kellen.

Kellen was not that kind of person.

Emily sneered, her face filled with an inexplicable arrogance, "Did you receive this letter?"

The ghosts all looked at Susie with worry.

However, Susie had a strange look on her face and said, "The signature is real, but is the painting real too? Maybe my dad signed it first and you guys added the painting later?"

Emily exclaimed angrily, "You're talking nonsense!"

She did not allow others to doubt the authenticity of this painting!

The ghosts, however, suddenly became enlightened. They were just worried about Susie and only focused on her emotions for a while, neglecting what he wanted.

Now, however, the mindset has broadened.

"Yeah, yeah, that's how it is, you never know."

"Your mother might have been a palace maid who secretly stole Emperor Kellen's seal."

"Either your mother secretly took it away while Emperor Kellen had just written a name, or she painted the rest of the picture herself."

Emily was furious.

They questioned this painting, which was equivalent to questioning her identity.

And her identity, but it was her only belief for thousands of years!

No doubt about it!

Emily sneered, "The duck is stubborn, wait until the emperor comes..."

The words were not finished when a voice was heard saying, "I have arrived, what do you want?"

Kellen, dressed in a black robe, with a cold expression on his face, stepped out of the imperial palace barrier.

Emily was stunned.

The moment she saw Kellen, it was as if she saw a person stepping out of a painting. This person was none other than her biological father, whom she had admired and idolized for thousands of years. Now, he appeared before her like a celestial being descending from the heavens, turning her beliefs into reality.

He was truly the emperor, Emperor Justice! He looked exactly like the painting!

Emily was so excited that she couldn't believe she would one day see her father's true face, and her father was still so young...

She couldn't help but be distracted, so much so that she completely ignored Clara who was following behind Kellen.

Until Kellen stood in front of her, Emily suddenly turned red-eyed and choked with extreme grievance, saying:

"Father...!"

Susie: "..."

Mom hadn't said anything yet, but the little girl glared at her grandfather first.

Kellen felt inexplicably guilty when he was "caught red-handed" by his little daughter.

"No, Susie, listen to me explain..." Kellen quickly waved his hand at Susie. "Daddy is not, Daddy didn't!"

After Clara arrived, she smoothly blended into the crowd of onlookers and joined the fickle ghost and others on the side, seamlessly cracking open sunflower seeds.

Before they even asked what the result was, they heard Emily, with red eyes, shouting "Father!" to Kellen.

She was instantly surprised, looked at Emily, and then uncertainly looked at the fickle ghost, pointing at herself, asking "?"

The fickle ghost gave her a confirming look: Yes, this melon is from your house!

Clara: It got even more exciting!

The onlookers were indulging in the joy of watching others' lives unfold, believing that they were superior to others if they didn't even taste their own melons.

"What step did the plot progress to?" Clara stared at Emily, glancing back and forth between her and Kellen, while asking.

The fickle ghost whispered, "Now is the plot of the fake heiress recognizing her father."

Clara: "Oh! I understood!"

She was familiar with the meme of "fake rich girl". Among the ten novels she read before her death, five of them followed the plot of fake rich girls.

No wonder he was called the fickle ghost. A meme summed up the entire plot before us, without the need for further inquiry.

Susie was complaining, "A bowl of lychees said she is dad's daughter, and she even hit me! She started hitting me as soon as we met!"

Kellen's eyes turned cold as he looked at Emily.

Emily had a feeling that her own father was taken away by someone else. Angered, she pointed at Susie and said, "She's lying! She pretended to be my father's daughter and even stole things from the imperial palace. That's why I..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, her eyes turning red as she looked at Kellen and said, "It was her who hit our daughter, our daughter... she didn't hit her!"

Although she no longer had the proud look with her nose in the air, Emily still couldn't bring herself to admit that she couldn't beat Susie.

Kellen said coldly, "Don't try to establish any connections, I, Kellen, have never had any offspring besides Susie."

Emily hesitated for a moment and then became anxious, "No, Father... My mother is Heye, don't you remember?"

"Three thousand years ago, by the lakeside of the Imperial Palace Xianhu..."

Clara, who was eating melon and drinking water, suddenly burst out laughing and sprayed the food out of her mouth.

The fickle ghost: "Ah, huh? Xia Yuhe by the side of the Daming Lake?"

The fickle ghost and Clara, the bride ghost, both looked at Kellen. The more they looked, the more they felt he resembled a big pig's trotter by the side of the Daming Lake.