Everyone says the Thirteenth Prince is dashing, handsome, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and the dream lover of countless young ladies. But when it comes to Zhaojia Heyue, she dismiss...
Heyue spent an afternoon accepting the result.
She had no choice but to accept it; she had no way to escape the predicament she was in.
However, accepting it doesn't mean resigning oneself to fate. He Yue called Hai Lan and Yu Ying in, pondering how to ask questions without arousing their suspicion.
What time is it now?
It was important to find out what year it was and to understand the surrounding situation, so Heyue asked this question first.
Hailan and Yuying exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled. Hailan spoke first, saying, "It is now 3:45 PM."
He Yue frowned: "I'm asking which year?"
This time they were even more confused, and even a little scared.
He Yue sighed helplessly, pointing to her head with a troubled expression: "I don't know what's wrong, my mind is not clear today, I'm all confused, and I can't remember some things."
Hailan and Yuying seemed to believe it, after all, the way Heyue acted when facing the Thirteenth Prince during the day was really not normal, and the two of them relaxed at the same time.
"It is now the fifty-ninth year of the Kangxi reign." Hailan answered Heyue's question readily as always.
Yu Ying frowned, looking at He Yue, seemingly lost in thought.
Heyue didn't care. She understood. No wonder the place was so dilapidated, and there were only Hailan and Yuying serving it.
There were probably no more people in the manor to use, and Hailan and Yuying, who had always served her closely, naturally stayed to continue serving Heyue.
He Yue didn't know how to complain. First, she occupied the body of Zhao Jia and He Yue in that world. Although she didn't know beforehand, she still occupied their bodies for many years. Now she has occupied the body of Zhao Jia and He Yue in this world.
In the past, Heyue could tell herself that the real Zhaojia and Heyue had died long ago, and that she was not a usurper.
Now that she knows that Zhao Jia and Yue are still alive and well in this world without her, Yue can't help but wonder if it was because of her appearance that the real Zhao Jia and Yue left?
Thinking of this, He Yue felt a deep sense of guilt.
All the happiness she received should have belonged to the real Zhao Jia and Yue. She was just an outsider who, out of selfishness, stole what didn't belong to her.
Nevertheless, Heyue cannot say that she should give up Thirteen to the real Zhaojia Heyue.
No matter what, she had to leave this place and return to the side of the thirteenth man she loved.
In the end, the Thirteenth of this world belongs to the real Zhao Jia and Yue, and Yue should not take everything away from her again.
Moreover, according to this Thirteen, he will be able to leave soon, and Zhao Jia and Yue's good days are just around the corner.
Moreover, the longer one stays, the easier it is to expose one's flaws. Although Hailan is now a woman in her thirties, she is still simple-minded.
Yu Ying, however, was not someone to be trifled with; judging from her expression, she didn't really believe He Yue's explanation.
She remembered that the previous two times she had been suddenly taken away from this world, it was also because of her strong belief, so she would try again.
If the real Zhao Jia and Yue still miss her husband and want to come back, they should appear.
Without thinking, He Yue told them to leave, then closed her eyes and tried to think about going back, but after a long time she found it was still no use.
And since they didn't sense the presence of another person in their souls, could it be that Zhao Jia and Yue really went to that world?
The pleasant mood was dampened.
At this moment, Hailan came in and reported, "Madam, the princes have come to pay their respects to you."
He Yue was stunned for a moment, then realized that the Thirteen here must already have many children.
Moreover, upon hearing the names of the princes, Heyue subconsciously thought of her own Hongchang and Tongxuan, and wondered if they were still there and how they were doing.
Although Hongchang and Tongxuan here were not from that world, Heyue still wanted some comfort and hurriedly ordered them to come in.
Heyue straightened her clothes, sat upright on the tatami mat, but kept glancing outside with an expectant look on her face.
Since the Fujin married into the family, Hailan and Yuying had never seen her so childlike, and they couldn't help but smile.
Before long, several children came in. One, two, three, four, five children, some older and some younger. The older ones were fourteen or fifteen years old and already handsome young men, while the younger ones were only four or five years old and were being led by their wet nurses.
He Yue's eyes widened in disbelief.
What's going on?
How could she—no, the original Zhao Jia and Yue—have so many children? And...they're all so old?!
How many children does this person need?
The key question is, which one is her Hongchang? The grown-up Hongchang and Yue are completely unrecognizable.
And what about Tongxuan? Where's Gege?
However, he couldn't let anyone see his doubts, so he quickly suppressed his shock and pondered in his mind.
Well, Hongchang is the eldest son of the thirteenth prince, so he must be the eldest among them.
Although I can't accept that my son has suddenly grown up so much, only a few years older than me, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it, I'm still quite gratified and proud.
Wow, my son has grown up to be so handsome!
A slight smile appeared on her lips, and as they stepped forward to bow and pay their respects, Heyue stood up, grasped the hand of the eldest boy, and then smiled and gestured to them all: "No need for formalities."
Then she took Hongchang's hand and made him sit next to her, looking him up and down with increasing satisfaction: "Hongchang, how are you? Have you been taking good care of things down there?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the boy before her, and he was even a little flattered. He sat there awkwardly, his face flushed, not knowing what to do, but he still nodded: "Your son is doing well, Mother is worried."
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