This girl is not his biological granddaughter at all, she is a fake. In fact, his biological granddaughter is someone else.

But every time the spies brought back results, it showed that this person was his granddaughter.

And the camellia birthmark on the hand cannot be faked.

Nangong Ruizheng could only explain to himself that it was probably because he had been wandering outside for too long and had picked up bad habits.

A cold wind blew by, rustling the curtains in the lobby.

Nangong Ruizheng came back to his senses and continued to think about Wei Zhao's state affairs in Dongling.

Nangong Cheng couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and looked around to see if there was anything interesting.

Seeing a little girl in the distance reading a book with her head down, he pretended to pass by her but actually secretly glanced over to see what book she was reading.

As he read, Nangong Cheng's eyes widened, and he pointed at the book and cursed:

"How dare you, damn Wei Zhaoguo, tamper with history! You portrayed our Dongling soldiers in such a bad light!"

He snatched the book from Xie Ling's hand.

Xie Ling was so absorbed in reading that she didn't even notice someone was standing next to her.

The book was suddenly snatched away from her. She was angry and whispered, "Give it back to me."

Nangong Cheng raised his eyebrows, "This kind of fake book should be burned, you can't read this."

Xie Ling had a cold light in her eyes and reached out to grab it.

Nangong Cheng also knew a little martial arts, and with a roll, he nimbly dodged Xie Ling's hand.

He was tall, he held the book high up, raised his eyebrows, "Woman, I told you it was fake, why are you still reading?"

Xie Ling is now extremely angry, where did this crazy thing come from?

She stood up and quickly raised her hand to take it back, but her sleeves slipped down, revealing her snow-white forearm and a bright red camellia birthmark on it.

Nangong Cheng's eyes suddenly changed, and he didn't even notice that the book in his hand had slipped. His eyes widened and he pointed at Xie Ling, "You, why do you also have--"

Before he could finish his words, Xie Ling punched him with a fist and said in a cold voice, "Is it fun to rob other people's things? Did you get my permission?"

Nangong Cheng was punched in the face without getting angry. He rubbed his cheek and quickly turned over and got up, pulling Xie Ling's sleeve, "Can you lift up your sleeve so I can see your arm again?"

Xie Ling became even angrier. Where did this lecher come from?

The noise here did disturb Nangong Yan. As soon as he looked up, he knew what was going on.

It must be that playboy Nangong Cheng who is bullying others again.

He quickly put down his book and ran over to apologize to Xie Ling, "Miss, I was naughty, please forgive me."

Nangong Cheng winked and whispered, "Second brother, she has -"

Nangong Yan was unmoved, his face stern, he grabbed him by the collar and scolded: "Why don't you apologize quickly?"

Xie Ling was not interested in listening to the two brothers quarreling.

The younger brother is an idiot, how can the older brother be any better?

As the sky was getting brighter, Xie Ling picked up the book and walked out without looking back.