"Sir, you are finally back! I am honored to meet you, Madam." Qingyun trotted over, bowed respectfully, and then stood up.

His chest was still rising and falling slightly due to excitement, and it seemed that there was something important that needed to be reported urgently.

Seeing this, Song Hanchuan frowned slightly, looking puzzled, and asked:

"What's causing all the panic? It's causing you to lose your composure like this."

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal him to follow, and holding Liu Zhiyi's hand, quickened his pace and walked towards the study in the main courtyard together.

After a while, three people came in one after another.

Song Hanchuan gently took Liu Zhiyi's hand and helped her sit down on the chair. After everything was settled, he cast his sharp hawk-like eyes at Qingyun.

Qingyun secretly glanced at Liu Zhiyi who was sitting beside him, and a complicated expression appeared on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly said:

"Your Excellency, it's about the Northern Prince. After much investigation, my subordinates have made a surprising discovery—the lady... may be the Northern Prince's twin sister."

Hearing this, Liu Zhiyi's breathing stagnated, and the coldness was like fine needles, piercing through his skin and going straight to his heart.

Thinking of the Queen of the Northern Kingdom who had a caesarean section to deliver her child, the blood in her body seemed to freeze at that moment.

Song Hanchuan's expression instantly became serious, his eyes fixed on Qingyun, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What do you mean? Do you have any solid evidence?"

Qingyun did not dare to delay. He quickly reached into his arms and fumbled for a moment. Then he carefully took out a scroll that was already a little yellowed and handed it to Song Hanchuan with both hands.

He lowered his voice and said:

"Please look, sir."

"This is?"

"These are portraits of the Northern Emperor and the former Empress. Your Excellency will know them at a glance."

Song Hanchuan slowly turned his head, and his eyes happened to meet Liu Zhiyi's.

Seeing Liu Zhiyi nod slightly, he reached out his hand, gently took the scroll, and opened it gently.

When his eyes fell on the scroll, his body stiffened.

The painting shows a young man and woman.

The men were wearing five-clawed dragon robes embroidered with gold thread. The delicate patterns and dazzling accessories all demonstrated their noble status.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, he sat majestically on the magnificent dragon throne, exuding an innate majesty;

The woman stood quietly by with a dignified and graceful smile on her face, like a beautiful blooming flower.

With just a quick glance, Song Hanchuan keenly noticed that the man's eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly similar to Liu Zhiyi's, as if they were carved from the same mold;

At the same time, the woman's face was 80% similar to the wild man she had seen before.

In this case, the truth of the matter seems to be obvious and no further explanation is needed.

Song Hanchuan turned to look at Liu Zhiyi and asked softly, "Xiaoyi, what do you think about this matter?"

Liu Zhiyi had always thought that he was just an ordinary person and had never imagined that he would have such a bizarre and tortuous background.

At this moment, faced with this sudden revelation of the truth, she couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Thinking back to my own body, with its rosy cheeks and beautiful appearance like a peach or plum, it is indeed not something that can be raised in an ordinary family.

According to common sense, she is not the original owner now, but she is borrowing someone else's body after all.

Since this is the case, she naturally cannot stand idly by and ignore the grievances and grudges of this body.

More importantly, after hearing that the original body's biological mother died so tragically in order to protect her two children, this blood feud must be avenged no matter what!

Thinking of this, Liu Zhiyi's eyes gradually became firm, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he would find out the truth and seek justice for his deceased relatives.

"Song Hanchuan, I want to know the truth of what happened back then."

Song Hanchuan put down the scroll in his hand, gently took Liu Zhiyi's hands, stared into her eyes, and said solemnly,

"Okay, I'll send someone to check it out immediately."

After a pause, he pursed his lips, held Liu Zhiyi's hand tightly, and silently gave her strength.

"Don't worry, once we find out, I'll help you get revenge."

There was some warmth in Liu Zhiyi's eyes. He blinked hard and tried to calm himself down.

"I want to see him."

Song Hanchuan, "Since he is your biological brother, we should meet. I will make arrangements to bring him into the mansion tomorrow."

"good."

…

Song Hanchuan acted quickly and entered the mansion early the next morning.

But for some reason, he never spoke. No matter what I asked him, he would just shake his head or nod, with no other reaction.

Liu Zhiyi took his pulse and found that he was in good health. He thought that he might have been traumatized by living outside for so many years, which was why he was unwilling to speak.

So, Liu Zhiyi first asked the housekeeper to arrange him in the courtyard next to Chuxiong, and also arranged for people to serve him well.

I thought I would wait until the wedding was over in two days and then slowly guide him to speak.

In the next two days, Pei Yunchu appeared twice again, covered in wounds, both times at the gate of the prime minister's residence, using the same trick of carrying a thorny stick on his back to ask for forgiveness.

Liu Zhiyi ordered the housekeeper to close the door tightly and told everyone in the house that no matter how the other party knocked on the door or what they said, they should ignore it.

Since he likes to kneel, let him kneel. His legs are on his body, who can stop him?

The Marquis's wife was crying so hard that she almost died. She couldn't be persuaded, so she stood at the door and cursed Liu Zhiyi.

He said that his son, who had a bright future, was harmed by the vixen Liu Zhiyi.

Pei Yunchu burst into tears after hearing this and yelled,

"Mom, please stop talking, okay? Xiaoyi doesn't want me anymore. She doesn't want me anymore. Tomorrow, she's going to marry someone else. By then, I'll have no chance at all."

"Today is my last chance, why are you still sabotaging it?"

"If you hadn't been so determined to look down on Xiaoyi and insisted on making her your concubine, how could Xiaoyi and I have come to this point?"

"Mom, do you want me to die?"

backyard

Liu Zhiyi was tending to the medicinal fields. When he heard the maid's excited retelling, he just smiled sarcastically and shook his head.

Pei Yunchu may have forgotten that it was he who first came to her and condescendingly asked her to be his concubine!

Seeing that she firmly refused to be a concubine, he was still angry and did not come to the Prince's Mansion for a long time. But in the end, he found that it was useless to leave her alone, so he panicked and went to his parents for help.

But Pei's father and mother refused to give in. In the end, both sides took a step back and let Liu Zhiyi come in as a concubine.

Later, Pei Yunchu begged the two to go to the Prince's Mansion in person to propose marriage reluctantly.

These were all told to her later on by Song Hanchuan.

Forget it, the past is all in the past.