Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Yan Jiuchao raised his eyebrows in shock. “Where did the hatred co from?” Her father was in the wrong first, and his father punished him later.
Shadow Six said, “After Su Mu’s father was fired, he fell seriously ill. Su Mu’s mother once begged the Prince Yan Manor, but Prince Yan ignored her. After that, her father died of illness, and her mother died of grief, leaving her and her younger brother behind. Su Mu stubbornly believes that her parents were killed by Prince Yan.”
Yan Jiuchao said, “This doesn’t explain why she beca a sacrificial soldier.”
Shadow Six paused and replied, “After her parents passed away, the siblings were adopted by the people of Nanzhao.”
It was Nanzhao again! Yan Jiuchao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
These were the information that Shadow Thirteen had pried out of Su Mu’s mouth. Shadow Six had also found so clues in the past few days.
Shadow Six hesitated for a mont and coughed lightly. “Young Master, I’m afraid… Prince Yan has been to Nanzhao before.”
Yan Jiuchao looked at him. “What do you an by that?”
Shadow Six hesitantly took out a folded portrait and slowly placed it on Yan Jiuchao’s table. “This is Prince Yan’s calligraphy. Young Master should recognize it.”
Yan Jiuchao had seen his father’s calligraphy since he was young. He could tell at a glance that this landscape painting was indeed made by his father.
“What place is this painting? Why have I never seen this painting before?”
There were many calligraphy and paintings of Prince Yan in the Prince Yan Manor. Yan Jiuchao would reminisce about his father from ti to ti and knew almost every piece of work by heart.
Shadow Six said, “This wasn’t discovered in the Prince Yan Manor. The Princess Consort gave it to . The day before Young Master’s wedding, the Princess Consort searched for so of Young Master’s old things and sent them over. There was this painting inside. I only thought that it was an ordinary painting and didn’t take it to heart. It wasn’t until I accidentally obtained a few landscape paintings of Nanzhao yesterday that I realized that the scenery above was extrely similar to Prince Yan’s painting.”
As Shadow Six spoke, he spread the Nanzhao landscape painting he had bought from the market on the desk. “Young Master, look, doesn’t the pavilion in the prince’s painting look very similar to this pavilion?”
It was more than similar. The angle was simply different.
Yan Jiuchao pondered for a mont. “But this doesn’t an anything. Perhaps my father only copied soone else’s painting and didn’t go to Nanzhao himself.”
Shadow Six said, “That’s why I said I’m afraid. I can’t be sure.”
Yan Jiuchao fell into deep thought.
That night, Yan Jiuchao had a dream. He dread that he was sitting on the listone threshold of the Prince Yan Manor, staring blankly at the blue sky.
“Cong’er, co here.”
Little Jiu turned to look at the tall and handso man.
The man gave him a gentle smile. “Co to Father.”
Little Jiu walked over and held his big hand. But in the next second, the man was gone. He looked around.
“Father is here.”
It was that gentle and familiar voice.
Little Jiu turned his little head and walked to an ancient well. He lay on the well and looked down.
“Co, co to Father.”
The man at the bottom of the well reached out to him.
Little Jiu climbed onto the well with his short legs and fell into the well! But his father was not in the well! Where did his father go?!
He cried! But he drank a lot of water!
He was about to drown when a large hand suddenly picked him up.
It was Xiao Zhenting!
Go away! You’re not my father! Return Father to !
Little Jiuchao was in pain and sad. He cried, and cried.
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