The person who came was none other than Xia Wuji. Yingzheng always cherished him and allowed him to enter and exit the palace freely.
Ying Zheng was not angry when the conversation was interrupted. He smiled slightly and asked Cheng Fang to leave.
"Dad Xia, are you okay?" Facing this father who once loved him, he was as gentle as he was to Afang.
Xia Wuji was not restrained, but was too cautious. He pondered a little, took a deep look at the emperor, and asked in a tentative tone: "Your Majesty, do you still remember Afang?"
Ying Zheng was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly widened, staring at Xia Wuji.
This name is the sorrow in his heart. It doesn't fly in his heart every moment. He just doesn't want to mention it. How can he not remember it?
"Did Xia Daddy have any news about Afang?"
For eighteen years, he looked for her all the time.
The old man turned away and looked up at the splendor of the deep palace. Then he put his head on the sky in the gap, and his mind was filled with thoughts.
"There is no news from her, but there is others."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's heart felt as if a broken ship had sunk to the bottom of the sea, never to see the light of day again.
"No? It's been eighteen years and still no!"
The emperor was so disappointed that he leaned against the pillar wall and felt sad.
I thought there would be news about her, but in the end it was all in vain. After eighteen years of searching and waiting, when hope appeared, I was ultimately disappointed.
Is it true that he and A Fang have no chance of getting together again?
However, the next moment, he suddenly turned his whole body around, stared at Xia Wuji again, and asked urgently: "Dad Xia, what did you say just now?"
He remembered Xia Wuji's last words.
Xia Wuqie did not respond immediately, but fell into deep thought, seeming to be thinking about whether he should let the emperor know at the last moment, and whether knowing it would affect his xinxing.
"But there is something else, what is it?" Ying Zheng asked urgently, with an arrogant look on his face, and grabbed the old man's collar.
"Is there any clue?"
Xia Wuji looked at Ying Zheng quietly, not feeling any pressure because he was the emperor. When his eyes moved down from the top of the palace, he spoke: "There are clues, but it means there are no clues."
The words were a bit vague, and Ying Zheng felt anxious and his eyes widened, "Is it something or nothing?"
"Yes, but she can't be found."
"How do you say it?" Ying Zheng looked forward to it and squeezed the old man tighter with his hands.
"I saw the mandarin duck pendant."
"Mandarin duck pendant? Are you talking about Afang's one? Seriously?" Ying Zheng's hands trembled slightly, showing his excitement. The next moment, he seemed to think of something, and a violent aura rose into the sky.
"She, she, isn't it?" He could no longer say the next words.
Xia Wuji shook his head, he understood what Ying Zheng meant.
"Probably not, just away from the world." This was Xia Wuji's guess.
Since Afang gave such an important thing to his grandson, she probably wanted his grandson to meet them one day. Naturally, she would not think of committing suicide. It is not easy for a mother to commit suicide after having a son, let alone after eighteen years. , If you want to commit suicide, you have already found it, and there is no need to wait until now.
And what the grandson said, his mother disappeared, maybe Afang didn’t want to be recognized, so staying away from the world was the best choice.
He knows his daughter and never wants to hurt anyone else, even at the expense of himself.
"Away from the world? Is she still running away from me? There is no need for this now!" Ying Zheng was heartbroken, hating that he was unable to protect his beloved woman and was torn apart by those people.
But things are different now, no one dares to influence him anymore, no one dares to oppose him anymore, no one dares to tear him apart anymore.
But, it was all too late, his beloved woman had left, and there was no news for eighteen years.
Seeing the emperor's disappointed look, Xia Wuqi stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Although she has no news, she left you something very precious."
"What?" Ying Zheng's eyes widened again.
"Li Zhao."
(End of chapter)
