Mr. Ning’s old acquaintance!
These words were like a giant iron hamr, smashing open the guesses in Fu Zhen’s heart and revealing the answer!
She suddenly forgot the injury on her foot and stepped forward quickly, her eyes wide open, gazing at the person in front of her!
"Are you telling the truth?"
The man reached into his sleeve and took out a token: "This was given to by Mr. Ning."
The sunlight slanted, illuminating the token clearly. After being the daughter of Mrs. Ning for so long, how could Fu Zhen not recognize all the symbols of the Ning Family’s Trading House?
With this token, one could seek help from any Ning Family Trading House across the country! And this was the very token Manager Feng ntioned, originally given to Yang Yi by Mr. Ning!
"You are, you are—"
She once again opened her eyes wide, scrutinizing the person holding the token gifted by Ning Pochi. He was tall and, despite his short beard, his handso features couldn’t be hidden. His eyebrows and features bore a striking resemblance to those of the Empress!
Could it be that the identity of the person in front of her was already obvious?!
"When did you enter the capital city?"
She instinctively looked at the man in hunter’s attire accompanying him. This glance made her heart skip a beat—this man was indeed the hunter who found the body of Consort Li that night when she and Pei Zhan knocked on his door!
So they—
"Two quarters of an hour ago." The tall man holding a hat answered calmly.
Fu Zhen opened her mouth, said not a word, then closed it again.
This was too sudden!
Completely beyond her expectations!
She didn’t know how to address him at this mont.
She stood with clenched fists for a while before saying, "Thank you for saving ," and then suddenly rembered, "May I look behind your ear?"
His presence was overwhelmingly commanding, even causing Fu Zhen to feel that making such a request was quite impolite at this mont.
But the man nodded, agreeing to her request.
He turned aside, revealing the skin behind his right ear and neck.
A crimson phoenix-shaped birthmark appeared before her eyes!
That’s it!
No doubt about it!
The man in front of her was indeed the crown prince, Yang Yi!
The very Yang Yi whom everyone believed had died seven years ago in Baiyu Lane!
He was truly alive, and he had returned!
Fu Zhen’s hands trembled with excitent—
The truth was found without even trying, when they had been searching so desperately for his whereabouts, he was right in front of her!
"It seems you know quite a bit, too." Yang Yi turned back to her, looking at her kindly as an elder would a junior, "Was it Mr. Ning who told you, or was it Li Yi?"
"Both!" Fu Zhen blurted out, "But more so, it was what we deduced ourselves from various information!"
"Is that so." Yang Yi actually smiled, "However, I also trust Mr. Ning. If he had told you all this, many things might not have happened later."
At this, his expression turned solemn: "This is not the place for conversation. I should have visited the capital city to et your mother many years ago, but circumstances delayed until now. Therefore, I must trouble you to introduce us."
Fu Zhen snapped back to reality and imdiately said, "What do you an ’trouble’? Please follow !"
...
On the way to Ning Mansion, Fu Zhen’s mind was never at ease, and her blood surged wildly through her body. She didn’t know why Yang Yi had suddenly appeared in the capital city, but the presence of the hunter by his side proved that he might not have truly been away from the capital all these years! Nor from his parents!
Past questions along with current confusions filled her chest, so much so that when she arrived at Ning Mansion, her actions lost their usual swiftness.
Mrs. Ning was in the mansion having tea with Xie Yu.
Months had passed, and Xie Yu had learned to manage and keep accounts, and Xie Zhang had officially handed over the household affairs to her, keeping her very busy.
With Fu Zhen absent, Mrs. Ning was happy to have another child for company. Besides, Xie Yu was lively, adorable, and smart, making it hard not to like her. The two of them got along very well.
The housekeeper ca to report that Fu Zhen had returned, and Mrs. Ning thought it was just a usual visit. But when the housekeeper said that Fu Zhen had brought a guest and asked her to go to the front yard to welco them, she knew sothing unusual was afoot.
Xie Yu, being perceptive, imdiately took her leave: "Father’s birthday is tomorrow; I’m taking leave today to prepare for his birthday."
Mrs. Ning asked Jin Zhu to see her out.
In the front yard, Fu Zhen was already impatiently approaching: "Mother! Guess who I brought back?"
How could Mrs. Ning guess?
But Fu Zhen didn’t have the patience to wait for her answer and continued: "I’ve asked them to close the main gate. Please co into the hall."
With that, she pulled Mrs. Ning into the hall!
Mrs. Ning, full of doubt, hurriedly went in with her, only to find the hall empty of servants, with only two n standing there, both dressed in plain clothes. One was tall and imposing, exuding a solemn aura, while the other was lean, with bulging veins on the hand holding a sword and sharp eyes that made one’s heart tremble.
Mrs. Ning paused at the threshold, not even having the chance to speak before Fu Zhen handed her the token: "Mother, look at this."
As Ning Pochi’s only daughter, how could Mrs. Ning not recognize this token? She had once accepted the old master’s charge, so how could she not be aware of the significance of this token’s appearance?!
"This is—this is—"
In her shock, she uttered these three words but could say nothing more!
Her eyes widened as she looked at Yang Yi in front of her. Her excitent and shock surpassed even Fu Zhen’s!
"You guessed right; he is the crown prince whom Grandfather secretly entrusted to you!"
Mrs. Ning’s hand trembled, the token nearly falling to the ground!
In an instant, she lifted her skirt and knelt: "This servant greets Your Highness!"
"Please rise, madam!"
Before Mrs. Ning could fully kneel, Yang Yi reached out with both arms and help her up, steadying her: "I am Yang Yi, but I am no crown prince; I’m just a commoner. If you, madam, don’t mind, you may call younger brother, and I would be deeply grateful!"
"How can that be!..."
"Why not?" Yang Yi let go and stood tall, speaking in a gentle voice: "If it weren’t for Mr. Ning’s righteous rescue back then, I would have perished at the hands of villains.
"When the gentleman was alive, I treated him as an elder. In reality, you are a few years older than , just like an elder sister to young Yang."
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