These past few days, Pan Dafu has been focused on researching information, while Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing have been keeping watch in his study, never leaving his side.

Many of the materials Pan Dafu collected were not in English, but fortunately Huo Zhixing was a qualified human translator who translated the materials smoothly and fluently.

When Huo Zhixing translated the entire page of Latin, Jiang Can could no longer contain her admiration and gave him a big hug.

"Honey, you're amazing!" she exclaimed, looking at him like a devoted fan. "You even know Latin?"

How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

Huo Zhixing was a little smug.

Actually, learning Latin was a complete accident.

Bai Jingyuan said that European royalty and nobility all studied Latin, and many girls liked boys who could speak Latin. So he enrolled in a Latin course, but he couldn't keep going after three lessons.

In order to earn enough credits to graduate, Huo Zhixing gritted his teeth and took all the remaining classes for him.

If he had known he would get that starry-eyed look from Jiang Can, he would have definitely snatched those three lessons that Lao Bai had taken!

"No, my grammar is still not very good." Huo Zhixing chuckled. "It's been so long since I graduated, I've probably forgotten everything I learned. I'll have to catch up on my studies when I have the chance."

Jiang Can smiled and rested her little head on his shoulder.

She loves her husband's humble and polite demeanor!

Huo Zhixing was enjoying himself one second, but was dumbfounded the next.

After turning the page, he found himself reading a long passage in a language he had never seen before.

"Honey, is this also Latin?" Jiang Can asked intently.

Huo Zhixing's throat tightened, unsure how to answer.

It's infuriating that he was only cool for three seconds...

“This isn’t Latin, it’s Romany.” Pan Dafu took off his reading glasses, looked at them, and smiled. “Romany is a Gypsy word. Where did you find this?”

“It’s right under this stack,” Jiang Can pointed. “Uncle Pan, you also understand Gypsy?”

“I don’t know much,” Pan Dafu waved his hand, “but I can still read a little… Take the text on this page, for example, I can tell it’s a poem… well, a love poem!”

"You are the bright moon in the forest, the pearl of the South Seas, you are...you are the tears that God fell to earth..."

Pan Dafu laughed, "I think it was written by that wandering entertainer for the princess!"

Jiang Can agreed upon hearing this.

The group continued reading, combining the information Huo Zhixing had just translated with a general understanding of the various versions circulating among the people, and arrived at a relatively reliable answer.

When the princess fell in love with the wandering performer, she was already engaged. If it weren't for this incident, her life would have been like that of the previous queens: getting married, having children, inheriting the throne, and becoming admired by all.

But this unexpected event that entered her life completely destroyed her.

Jiang Can sighed as she listened, and Huo Zhixing gently put his arm around her shoulder and patted her.

But Pan Dafu had already begun to conceive of the plan.

"Hmm...actually, I'm also very curious about where their child is."

Jiang Can paused for a moment—that child was very likely in Southeast Asia.

"Uncle Pan, look here." Huo Zhixing carefully flipped through the documents and saw a line of text in a very inconspicuous place, which looked like an address. "Pearl Street? Isn't that the slum!"

Pan Dafu looked at it and confirmed that it was indeed the place. However, the information was incomplete, and he couldn't find any useful information online.

Jiang Can frowned. "I vaguely remember that Sang Qing used to live on this street."

"Yes, it's far from Albert Square, but she doesn't care at all, and she often goes to the square to sing."

"If it weren't for this, she would never have met Nie Xin!"

Jiang Can suddenly had a brilliant idea, "Honey, shall we go take a look at that street?"

Huo Zhixing initially disagreed, but Pan Dafu agreed.

He is a meticulous writer; everything that appears in his works is carefully researched.

He didn't want to miss even a small address.

So Huo Zhixing had no choice but to take the two of them to Pearl Street, and brought several bodyguards with him before they left.

Jiang Can was no stranger to this kind of place; she had also suffered before returning to the Yin family.

But Huo Zhixing didn't like this kind of place, and for safety reasons, he wouldn't let them get out of the car. The driver drove slowly between several blocks, Pan Dafu looked out the window, searching for inspiration, and Jiang Can also looked out the window...

But she saw something else!

"Honey, look," Jiang Can called softly, "Look over there!"

Huo Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then told the driver to pull over and looked in the direction Jiang Can was pointing.

Across the street, there was a man and a woman, both quite old, probably in their forties, who were not from the UK.

And the two standing opposite them...

Jiang Can said with certainty, "One is from Queen Jiamin's side, and the other is from Heya's side, there's no mistake!"

Two maids were talking to a man and a woman, who both had smiles on their faces and seemed quite satisfied with the conversation.

"That's strange," Huo Zhixing said, somewhat surprised. "Why would they travel all the way from Southeast Asia to Manchester?"

“Anyway, they weren’t following the two of us,” Jiang Can lowered his voice, “the problem lies with that man and woman…”

Huo Zhixing nodded; he thought so too.

He instructed the driver to move the car to a more secluded spot, where he could observe the men's every move through the rearview mirror.

Jiang Can vaguely felt that this matter might be related to Sang Qing.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that these people happened to appear at the place where Sang Qing used to live?

"husband."

"Cancan".

The two called out to each other in unison, looked at each other and smiled, it seemed they had the same idea again.

Jiang Can nodded, and Huo Zhixing immediately took out his phone to call his bodyguard.

"After those people finish talking, you two split into two groups and bring them all over here!"

"Be careful, after they finish talking, don't let them have any further contact in private, understand?"

The bodyguards responded, and soon several tall men in black trench coats appeared in all directions of the street.