Thirty-two fast horses stopped at the gate of Ganzhou Prefecture, ready to enter the city.

The gatekeeper asked them if they had a travel permit.

The man at the head asked, "Excuse me, who is in charge of things in Ganzhou Prefecture right now?"

The gatekeeper asked, "Who are you? Enter the city by the roadside, or get out if you can't produce the necessary documents."

The man's aura hardened, and his tone suddenly sharpened as he asked, "Is His Highness the First Prince in the city?"

"Looking for His Highness? Who are you?" A man on horseback rode up from inside the city and asked sternly.

The man was eight feet tall and very strong, carrying a long spear; he was none other than Gu Bahuang.

The man in the lead squinted at him, then suddenly asked, "Are you General Gu?"

"I am Gu Bahuang. Who are you?" Gu Bahuang was inspecting the new recruits when he noticed that these dozens of people outside the city were extraordinary. Hearing them asking about His Highness, he came over to find out.

The man at the front, without giving his name, asked again, "Excuse me, is the person in charge of things in the prefectural city truly His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"yes!"

Upon hearing Gu Bahuang's words, the thirty-odd men immediately perked up and eagerly said, "General Gu, please take us to see His Highness?"

Gu Bahuang asked, "Who are you? What is your purpose in rushing to see His Highness?"

The man at the head said, "General Gu, my name is Xiahou Yan. His Highness will recognize us as soon as we meet him."

Upon hearing the name, Gu Bahuang immediately knew who he was and said, "Come with me."

The thirty-two men were overjoyed and went to the government office with Gu Bahuang.

Yin Jin'an was still working hard to assemble the clay pot mine when he heard Gu Bahuang's report. He dropped the half-finished product in his hand, wiped his hands, and came out.

After putting on the mask, I sat down in the front hall.

"Your Highness, Xiahou Yan and others request an audience." Gu Bahuang looked at Yin Jin'an, and he was very happy. The prince's guards had arrived, which was a great thing.

Yin Jin'an remained silent, sipping her tea while trying to recall—who was Xiahou Yan?

Fragments flashed through his mind: time and again, someone tried to kill him, a group of tall figures fought desperately against them, blood and corpses littered the ground...

A man with a face ashen like a coffin always said, "With your subordinates here, Your Highness has nothing to fear."

That person's name seems to be Xiahou Yan.

So, your guards have finally come knocking on your door?

"Let them in."

A short while later, Xiahou Yan and thirty-two others led their horses in.

Xiahou Yan went into the house alone, while the other thirty-one people waited in the courtyard.

They weren't refusing to come in and see their master; they were waiting for Xiahou Yan to confirm His Highness's identity.

After all, the real Xiao Jin'an's intelligence declined day by day from the age of four.

The "First Prince," who issued the manifesto, was shrewd, powerful, and domineering. With a single call to arms, he garnered the support of tens of thousands.

They couldn't be sure if the "eldest prince" in Ganzhou was the very prince they were protecting.

Upon entering the room, Xiahou Yan examined Yin Jin'an, who was seated at the head of the table. Instead of kneeling, he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked, "May I ask, are you His Highness the First Prince?"

Yin Jin'an remained seated, gave a soft snort, and said, "Xiahou Yan, what are you doing here? To kill me?"

Among the royal offspring of Western Xia, he was the least powerful and most destitute prince, without a title or fiefdom.

But at heart, he is Yin Jin'an, a living Yama who looks down on the world with arrogance in his bones.

He, Yin Jin'an, claims to be the emperor; who dares to refute him?

When Xiahou Yan heard him call him Xiahou Yan and refer to himself as "I," he felt a little strange and still couldn't be sure of his identity.

He said respectfully again, "May I see Your Highness's face? I wish to confirm Your Highness's identity."

"I am...?" A guard referring to himself as "I am..." in front of his master?

This indicates that the other party has not recognized the owner.

The original owner of this body was sent to Longmen Town by the eldest son of Minister Cui, and all the ornaments on her body that could prove her identity were confiscated.

To be honest, the only thing he can prove his identity is his own face.

To put it dramatically, maybe he has a crescent-shaped birthmark on his butt? Or a red five-pointed star or a butterfly on his shoulder... Unfortunately, he has taken many showers and has never seen any birthmarks on himself.

"How do you want to confirm this?" he asked.

Xiahou Yan wanted to confirm? He even suspected that Xiahou Yan was an imposter!

"Your Highness's appearance is unparalleled in the world. In addition, Your Highness has seven moles on the sole of your left foot," Xiahou Yan said.

Yin Jin'an was shocked. Could it be that his previous life was a fake Xiao Jin'an?

He doesn't have seven moles on his feet, not even a single small wart.

“Then you’ve come to the wrong person. I don’t have a mole on my left foot.” Yin Jin’an slammed down the teacup in her hand and said coldly, “But, regardless of whether I have seven moles or not, whether you acknowledge me as your master or not, I’m determined to take this Great Xia.”

Xiahou Yan was not annoyed at all, and respectfully said, "Whether or not there are seven moles, Your Highness only needs to take off your left foot, and I will know immediately."

"No need to test, I know better than you, there's nothing there!"

"Please, Your Highness, allow me to examine myself. If I have seven moles, then Your Highness is my master." He knelt down and pleaded, "Please, Your Highness, allow me to examine myself."

"No verification!" Yin Jin'an said coldly. "I don't want a slave who can't recognize his master!"

Xiahou Yan knelt down with a thud and explained, "Your Highness, I have overstepped my bounds. Please forgive me! Your Highness's intelligence has been declining day by day since you were four and a half years old, to the point that you are unaware of many things."

"Now that Your Highness is so valiant and extraordinary, I am truly afraid of mistaking you for your master. Therefore, I request verification and earnestly beg Your Highness to allow me to do so. I do not wish to miss my master..."

"Since you knew your master's mind was impaired, why didn't you protect him closely?"

"Your Highness, I have been taking great care of you. But on that day, the palace issued an edict summoning Your Highness to the palace. At the palace gate, I was forbidden from following you in."

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