As Quan Jinghuai and Fei Yan arrived with their six children, the inn's windows and stairwells gradually became crowded with people.

They were all people from several families who had come along. We had told them to go back and rest, but none of them were in the mood to rest; they were all anxiously waiting for the results.

Inside the room, someone strained their ears to listen through the crack in the door and overheard a conversation between the Ren family master and servants, their voices tinged with regret.

I also heard that Magistrate Hong and his entourage were taken to the backyard of the inn and put under guard.

Just now, they saw several children walking down the street with Master Huang and his men from the window of the upstairs guest room. Everyone could no longer hold back. Now that the secret technique for identifying blood relatives was over, they could just stay on the sidelines, watch their hard-won master being found, and not make a sound. Surely that would be fine?

Also watching were the entourage brought by Ren Chuan, the eldest son of Governor Ren. Although everyone was disappointed that their son had made a wasted trip, it was meaningful to witness the other three families reuniting with their loved ones.

Since others can find their children who have been lost for many years, maybe our master can find his young master in the future!

The three men, including Prince Yi, looked at the six children in front of them with a sense of helplessness. Apart from the youngest girl, which of the remaining five was their own child?

"Your Highness, stop looking around. Look, there are only two girls. The older one must be our Princess Yun. She looks so much like the Princess Consort." The attendant beside Prince Yi whispered anxiously, reminding his master, who was looking around in bewilderment.

"Yuheng, come here. This is your father, His Highness Prince Yi." Hong Xiaoduo had no choice but to speak up when she saw the reactions of the three.

As soon as she spoke, Prince Yi, Imperial Censor Luo, and Prefect Zhong regained their composure slightly.

Stay calm, composed, and don't panic. Your child is right in front of you; you can't frighten them, and you certainly can't let them see you make a fool of yourself and think that you're an unreliable father.

At this moment, Yuheng was also extremely excited and nervous. It really was her father who had come looking for her, and she really did have a family.

As for what her mother had just said about her father being a king or a prince, she didn't care at all and didn't listen to it at all.

His palms were sweaty, and his legs felt weak as he walked forward. When he saw the man who stood up to greet him, his eyes were filled with tears, and his expression was one of intense emotion.

The father and daughter stood facing each other. Yuheng turned to look at Hong Xiaoduo and saw her smiling and nodding to encourage him, which confirmed that he had not mistaken his father for someone else.

"Yuheng greets Father." Yuheng knelt down and bowed.

"Oh, my child, get up quickly." Hearing his daughter call him "father," He Jinglin could no longer control himself. He bent down, picked up his daughter, and completely lost control of his emotions, bursting into tears.

Eight years have passed. His daughter, whom he thought he would never see again in his life, is now right in front of him.

Well, everyone watching was moved. Hong Xiaoduo's eyes also reddened and her nose tingled. It turns out that no matter what era or dynasty, parents who truly care about their children are the same.

Among those present, He Jinglin held the most prestigious status, being a member of the royal family and the emperor's direct uncle. Now, seeing his daughter who had been lost for many years, he too was a father.

The information provided by Duobaoge mentioned that someone suggested to the prince that if he wanted daughters, he should marry several wives and have as many children as possible. He said that he could have several daughters, and it was not like he could not afford to raise them.

But what did this prince say? He said that no matter how many more children were born, they would not be his Princess Yun. He only wanted to find his daughter Yun Yao, whom he had with his principal wife.

In this situation, no one laughed at the dignified Prince Yi for crying so unsightly, no one thought he was too out of control; many people simply shed tears along with him.

He Jinglin realized he had overreacted and quickly stopped crying. Yuheng hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears: "Father, don't cry."

“Yes, Yun Yao, your father won’t cry. I’m happy. No, Yu Heng, you’re right. Father won’t cry anymore. Come on, let’s talk over there.” He Jinglin remembered what Hong Xiaoduo had said and quickly corrected himself, somewhat incoherently.

He was wrong; he meant that he had just called his daughter's name incorrectly. His daughter's name is Yuheng.

Hmm? So Father knows that everyone isn't changing their names, and he doesn't object? Yuheng was a little unsure, but let her father lead her to a table in the corner.

"Tian Shu, come here. This is your father, Censor Luo Yuansong." Hong Xiaoduo then continued to call out people.

Tian Shu is the eldest, and although he is more composed than his younger sister Yu Heng, it's not by much.

Luo Yuansong looked at his son and slowly walked over step by step. In fact, when Prince Yi was holding his daughter and crying, his gaze had already fallen on the child's face. He looked so much like his wife.

"Father," Tian Shu knelt down and called out as he approached.

"My son, get up and speak quickly." Luo Yuansong had just seen the prince crying, and immediately reminded himself that he should control his emotions when he saw his son.

Imperial Censor Luo appeared more composed than Prince Yi, but his voice was off-key due to excitement. He reached out to take his son's hand, allowing Tian Shu to feel the trembling of his father's hands.

Imperial Censor Luo pulled his son aside a bit before carefully examining him again from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

"My poor child, it was your mother and I who were careless and failed to protect you, causing you to suffer." As soon as Luo Yuansong said this, tears still welled up in his eyes.

Tian Shu quickly comforted him, only talking about the sweetness after following Hong Xiaoduo, and never mentioning the suffering and sins he endured when following the wicked.

"Tianji, it's your turn now. This is your father, Zhong Ziwen." Hong Xiaoduo said with a smile as she looked at the last father and son who were looking into each other's eyes.

With the emotional groundwork laid by the previous two couples, the Zhong father and son seemed a little calmer.

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