Su Xuan opened his eyes wide and looked back at Rong Yu, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.
"It's over, why did I just remember your identity now?"
Rong Yu pointed at himself. He didn't quite understand what Su Xuan's words were, but the look in his eyes did make him, a seven-foot man, a little scared.
"Ex... Mr. Su, what do you mean?"
Su Xuan finally caught the life-saving drop in the vast sea. He grabbed the other person's shoulders excitedly and asked eagerly: "You are indeed Zhu Qiwen's younger brother, right?"
Rong Yu slowly shook his head and responded affirmatively: "No!"
"Ah?" The sudden light was cast into darkness by Rong Yu's words in an instant. The hope he had just seen was completely shattered by Rong Yu.
"Aren't you Zhu Qiwen's younger brother?" Su Xuan lowered his hands like eggplants beaten by frost.
"Then there is no other way..." Su Xuan tilted his head and looked at the Nazgul hanging on his shoulder, which had nothing to do with him.
"Is it possible to ask for a ring spirit that can only laugh at me..." Su Xuan asked in his heart, but as soon as the idea came up, Su Xuan immediately denied it.
"Forget it, forget it, why don't you find it yourself?"
Su Xuan turned around, but Rong Yu added something at this time.
"I am Zhu Qiwen!"
Shock! All of Su Xuan's emotions now can only be described by the word shock. Su Xuan's eyes were fixed on those immature but energetic eyes, which were still clear and uncontaminated by the world.
"Are you Zhu Qiwen? Then who is sitting on the throne now?"
"Zhu Qiwen is now my sister, Zhu Zhirui."
Su Xuan's mind was now a complete mess.
"What on earth are those two people in the palace playing at?" The Ring Spirit finally broke away from the crazy state and responded to Su Xuan's question.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be that strange. There have been many cases of civet cats exchanging princes in the long history. This is just a repeat of the same old tricks. What they are playing is what the previous people have done. It is the same, without any new ideas."
Su Xuan pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Who doesn't know, senior? I have also read a lot of history books."
The Ring Spirit raised his hand, intending to slap Su Xuanlai again, but the latter quickly moved back to dodge.
"Hey, hey, don't do it, you have to do it if you just say it, right, senior."
The Ring Spirit snorted coldly.
"Boy, I have never bullied others so much, relying on my elders to show off my old skills. It's just that you really don't give anyone any room for your words."
Su Xuan chuckled.
"Without my mouth, his body would probably have been wiped out long ago."
Su Xuan looked at the moonlight coming in from the window, calculated the time for a moment, stretched his shoulders, stepped closer to the real Zhu Qiwen, and asked, "Is that Zhu Qiwen?"
The latter nodded, accepting the title.
"Actually, you are the real master of the Great Xia Dynasty, right?"
"You can say..." There was struggle in Rong Yu's clear eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling. Su Xuan was good at observing people's subtle expressions. As a Chinese medicine doctor, he could naturally understand what he saw, heard and asked. Steady, but even if he could understand the emotions represented by those subtle expressions, Su Xuan would not have the same feeling of empathy. After all, only those who have truly experienced it would have that kind of memory and experience.
"I understand, little emperor, do you still remember what happened when you were a child? Why were you left out, and why did you show up now that your sister has been on the throne for a year?"
Rong Yu heard the question, but did not answer, his expression was full of struggle.
"Boy, if you ask like this, even people who are very close to you will not confide in you. You have to pay attention to how you ask questions."
Su Xuan pursed his lips and did not reply to the Nazgul's words. Instead, he changed his approach, no longer asking, but speaking in the form of explanation.
"Everyone has their own secrets. I won't ask too many questions, but Zhu Qiwen, I can't care about your family affairs, but now you must have your own reasons and purposes for entering the palace, and I also have my own purposes and ideas now, so why not Let’s each take a step back and tell us why?”
Su Xuan paused, giving enough time for Rongyu to think about it.
"We can join forces. I can see that you don't want to meet your sister too much now, so in order to show sincerity, can I tell you my intention first?"
Rong Yu nodded slowly, and he and Su Xuan reached a certain verbal agreement.
"Now I am a minister under your sister. I am not very capable, but I am pretty good. Now there is a dispute between your uncle and your sister in the palace."
"Uncle?" Rong Yu tilted his head, not knowing who the uncle Su Xuan was talking about.
"Yes!" Su Xuan stretched out a hand, put it on Rong Yu's shoulder, and explained: "Okay, I won't talk about those convoluted words. Right now, your relatives are going to snatch the original from your sister's hands. Do you agree with the things that belong to you two siblings?"
Rong Yu nodded firmly and responded: "I will not let anyone take anything away from me again."
"Okay!" Su Xuan extended his thumb towards Rong Yu.
"Boy, if you are ambitious, I don't want someone to suddenly come out and steal what belongs to me. Now that I understand this, let me explain my role now. I am the one who helped your sister drive away the robber, but after all You are a family, so outsiders cannot interfere. I can only use your family’s things to prove that this dynasty belongs to you!”
Rong Yu listened to Su Xuan's explanation. He didn't understand it very well, but he understood it somewhat.
"Master Su, what you mean is that you are one group of people who are helping my sister, while the other group of people are helping my uncle?"
"Yes!" Su Xuan was glad in his heart that the other party understood. The Ring Spirit mocked at the side: "This tall boy was so frightened that he was stunned. You really have a good mouth!"
Su Xuan ignored this strange atmosphere and responded to Rong Yu: "So..."
"Then which camp do I belong to now?"
Rong Yu interrupted Su Xuan, who rubbed his chin with a look of embarrassment.
"Actually, the Jin Yiwei you are currently in should have been on your sister's side, but your emperor's uncle has instigated a rebellion. The armor-clad soldier is the one who helped your sister!"
Rong Yu lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and the latter quickly struck while the iron was hot.
"So, Zhu Qiwen, what I want you to do now is to help me find the books that record your father's events. Do you remember anything from your childhood? Or anything that impressed you."
