Lu Qingtang lay on the table, looking at Ji Wuhen's tearful appearance, and couldn't help but choke up.
She handed over the handkerchief in her sleeve, "Don't be sad. If my mother is alive in heaven, she probably wouldn't want to see you like this."
Although she didn't know why her mother left King Zhennan for no reason, maybe it was because of the disappointment of three years, or maybe it was because of that Xu Lingshu.
Suddenly I remembered what Aunt Zhang had said. Before she left, my mother said she wanted to give Ji Wuhen a surprise.
This surprise may be the self in the womb.
Then how could she leave the palace so easily?
There's something weird in this!
Ji Wuhen stretched out his hand to take the handkerchief from Lu Qingtang's hand, hesitated for a moment and then retracted his hand, "How can this be done? After all, there are differences between men and women..."
He turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, his eyes red when he looked back.
He laughed a little sheepishly, "I made a junior like you laugh, but I am not like this on weekdays."
As Lu Qingtang put away the handkerchief, he cursed in his heart: Does it look like killing someone?
King Zhennan sighed and continued: "Sometimes ago, for some reason, I suddenly missed your mother very much. In my eyes, your mother was a pure and pure saint, and suddenly she became someone else's... I didn't turn around for a moment. Wan, now that I think about it, I really can’t help you.”
"But fortunately you are okay, otherwise I would not be able to see your mother in a hundred years. I am here to apologize to you."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Lu Qingtang.
Lu Qingtang couldn't bear it, so he immediately stood up and stopped him, "Don't shorten my life, I can't bear it."
King Zhennan was a little puzzled.
He has knelt down before, so why is he not allowed to bow?
There seems to be something wrong with this Princess Chen.
When he held the fragment of the teacup against her neck that day, he seemed to see sadness in her eyes, as if she was a little lost.
Ji Wuhen couldn't understand what she was missing and what she was feeling sad about.
He looked at Lu Qingtang again. The little person was lying next to the table, looking very well-behaved, as bright and charming as Hua Rou when she was young.
It's a pity that Hua Rou is no longer there, she has completely distanced herself from him, and the two of them will never see each other again.
He sighed, "I have now figured it out. I don't care about my status in the palace. It's just my son, your brother. You must protect him. For the sake of your fellow mother and father..."
He looked at Lu Qingtang sincerely, not at all as confident as when he put the porcelain piece against his neck that day.
He can work hard for his son, and he can be humble for his son. He is really flexible and flexible.
Lu Qingtang curled his lips downwards and asked: "Then I want to ask the prince a question. If Ji Wenzhan was not the crown prince but a princess, would you still protect him with all your strength?"
Ji Wuhen was stunned for a moment and answered her question seriously, "Naturally."
Lu Qingtang was confused, "Why?"
Ji Wuhen once again looked into the distance with eyes full of affection, "He is Rou'er's child. He is the only bloodline between me and Rou'er. Naturally, I have to protect him with all my strength."
Lu Qingtang held his cheek and looked at him, frowned and then continued to ask: "What if, if you and my mother had a child living outside, would you treat her wholeheartedly like this? Even if you have never gotten along before?"
The expression on Ji Wuhen's face became more complicated. He was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his face full of doubts, "Why did Princess Chen ask that?"
Lu Qingtang scratched his unitchy eyebrow with his hand, "I just asked casually. If the prince doesn't want to say it, he doesn't have to say it."
Ji Wuhen smiled and answered with a serious face, "Of course I must take good care of my children. I will treat them equally regardless of whether they grew up with me or not."
His eyes were firm and slightly sad, and it seemed that he was not lying.
Lu Qingtang's heart was as clear as the moon in dark clouds at this moment.
Although it was said that she was comparing DNA, she actually knew the truth of the matter in her heart. Because of this, she seemed worried about gain and loss.
There is no big loss or gain for her in recognizing her relatives or not. If she recognizes a patriarchal father, or a cold-blooded father who has no emotions, it would be better not to recognize her.
So she wanted to test his thoughts.
The result was quite satisfactory. Ji Wuhen was not the kind of stubborn person who only loved his son but not his daughter, nor was he the kind of callous person. Such a father could still be recognized.
She raised her eyes to look at Ji Wuhen and spoke again, "Your Majesty is very broad-minded in thinking like this, and this little girl admires him very much."
With that said, she stood up and said goodbye to him, "I'll go back and take a look at my child. Your Majesty, please do as you please."
Ji Wuhen hesitated to speak at this moment, and turned into a worried look on his face.
Lu Qingtang knew what he was worried about, so he said: "Don't worry, King Chen and I will personally send you back to Zhennan Palace in two or three days. By then, life or death in Zhennan Palace will be decided."
With that said, she gave Ji Wuhen a blessing salute, turned around and left the room, and the door was locked again.
Standing on the corridor, Lu Qingtang glanced at the door.
Two days later, the results will come out as to whether they are biological father and daughter. At that time, we can discuss how to fight against Emperor Kang Yuan's will.
…
Two days later, the result was not surprising. The gene locus comparison load was 99.99%, indicating that they were indeed father and daughter.
In the morning, Lu Qingtang and Mo Zeshen set out to escort Ji Wuhen and his son back to Zhennan Palace.
On the road, Lu Qingtang leaned on Mo Zeshen, his mind in chaos.
She looked at Mo Zeshen and said, "I thought about it carefully and decided not to admit my relationship yet. I don't want to be mentally burdened. I already have children. It would be really awkward to change my name to father."
Mo Zeshen's eyes showed affection. He stretched out his hand to hold Lu Qingtang tightly in his arms, holding her small and soft hand in his palm with one hand. His low voice was a little hoarse, "I know the awkwardness in your heart. These days Oh my God, you don’t even smile. It makes me feel bad when I see you. I won’t admit it until you figure it out.”
As he spoke, he rubbed Lu Qingtang's ear with his newly grown beard.
The itching sensation swept through his body like an electric current. Lu Qingtang let out a sound in his mouth and reached out to push Mo Zeshen away, but Mo Zeshen grabbed his hand instead.
He kissed her hand gently, and the moment his warm lips pressed against the back of her hand, his heartbeat suddenly stopped. His cheeks felt hot, and the corners of Lu Qingtang's lips raised slightly, and he continued to press into Mo Ze's arms, enjoying the warmth on his body.
After a while, the Zhennan Prince's Mansion arrived. After getting off the car, Lu Qingtang and Mo Zeshen followed their father and son into the Prince's Mansion.
After all the servants retreated, there were four people sitting in the main hall, each with their own thoughts in mind.
