Qin Zhao asked this question.
The assistant was truly stumped by the question.
"I'll check it on my phone now." The assistant hesitated for a moment after saying that, "But it seems that people in the entertainment industry hide their birth information, so what you find online may not be true."
Qin Zhao's eyes were unfathomable. After regaining his senses, he casually said, "After the meeting, investigate carefully."
Qin Zhao remained calm and composed at this moment. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he did not think that his sudden suspicions were far-fetched.
There are too many unexpected and unfortunate things in this world.
There are too many inexplicable coincidences.
Even if he overthinks it, he won't suffer any loss.
Qin Zhao recalled Jiang Yue's face and realized that he remembered even her little expressions when she spoke. Her furrowed brows and somewhat impatient look were actually not annoying.
So cute.
The laughter was genuine, and the dislike was genuine.
He must be someone who doesn't like to be insincere.
Those clear, black and white eyes held only pure sincerity.
Although there was only a one in a million chance that this hypothesis was true, Qin Zhao suddenly felt that if she really was...
It's not so bad if she's my biological sister who was switched at birth.
Moreover, Qin Zhao felt that his poor, wandering sister must also be like this: innocent, beautiful, clear and clean, yet extremely bright and charming.
Even if she does nothing and says nothing, just standing there quietly will make her very likable.
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Jiang Yue was unaware that she had been targeted.
After Zhou Ji had the driver take her home, he went to the airport.
Jiang Yue never inquired about his schedule, whether it was for business or personal matters; she wasn't particularly curious.
When she got home, she learned that her adopted son had invited his classmates over to play that day.
The courtyard was filled with the innocent yet chattering voices of a group of children.
"This little cake is so pretty! Is it a model? Or is it edible?"
"Fatty Zhang, you've already eaten several strawberry cakes! You're not allowed to eat any more."
"Oh dear, I'm not full yet. Zhou Zhengchu didn't stop me from eating, so why are you telling me what to do!"
"Wow, Zhou Zhengchu, I love your house so much! It's bigger and prettier than mine."
They also had strawberry cakes they'd never seen before, lots of pretty and delicate little desserts, and fragrant snacks shaped like little animals.
"His mother is even prettier! Prettier than this house!" the chubby boy exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. Unfortunately, he was only a four or five-year-old child, and his language skills were still limited, so he didn't have many words to describe what was beautiful.
"Like a fairy! A beautiful fairy!"
Zhou Zhengchu was surrounded by the other children. He was the best-looking one, with the fairest skin. He was wearing a delicate off-white sweater and exquisite little Martin boots, with two cute little tufts of hair sticking up on his head.
"Zhou Zhengchu! Is what Fatty Zhang said true? Is your mother really a fairy?"
The child thought about it seriously and felt that Fatty Zhang wasn't wrong. He nodded and said, "That's right, my mom is a fairy."
Wow! I'm so envious of you.
"No wonder you always dream that Mommy flies away. If Mommy is a fairy, she will fly up to the sky sooner or later."
Children of this age will naturally believe the myths and legends shown on television.
The handsome little boy pursed his lips, no longer wanting to eat the strawberry cake in his hand.
Listening to their childish words, Jiang Yue didn't find them outrageous at all, because occasionally when she looked in the mirror, she felt that the beautiful woman in the mirror was like a fairy.
Only fairies can be this beautiful.
Jiang Yue's sudden appearance did not frighten the children present.
Zhou Zhengchu put down the cake he was holding and ran to his mother. His face was still covered in cream, and Jiang Yue wiped his face with a handkerchief: "Are these all your good friends?"
The little boy thought for a moment, then nodded.
Actually, that's not the case.
These were just classmates from kindergarten.
It's a kindergarten activity where students are invited to their homes; otherwise, they'll lose their little red flowers and won't get any more chocolates.
My mom really likes those sweet, rich chocolate candies.
Jiang Yue pinched his cute little face: "Then you should entertain them well." As she spoke, she glanced at the dessert table set up by the housekeeper and servants, her gaze lingering briefly on the strawberry cake for a few seconds before she asked, "Is this enough for you?"
Zhou Zhengchu obediently replied, "Mom, that's enough."
A few seconds later, he suddenly handed her the cake he was holding: "Mom, you eat it."
Jiang Yue accepted the small cake her son handed her without any hesitation and quickly ate the whole thing spoonful by spoonful. Only after finishing it like a glutton did she feel a little embarrassed.
How could she eat a child's food?!
How can you compete with a five-year-old?
Jiang Yue suddenly seemed to have a change of heart, "I'll have the housekeeper order some more delicious snacks for you."
She can't cook, and she can't make cupcakes.
The only option is to make the purchase using your phone with a few taps.
Zhou Zhengchu looked up at his mother, staring intently. Suddenly, he grabbed her finger, feeling uneasy as he realized he had a dream.
Will Mom fly away if she has wings?
Would she abandon him without looking back?
He could give all the little gold coins he had saved in his piggy bank to his mother without reservation.
And his New Year's money.
You can have it all.
Jiang Yue seemed to sense his sensitivity and unease; the pretty little boy's eyes were wet, and he looked like he was about to cry.
Was it really because she ate a piece of his strawberry cake?
Jiang Yue squatted down and sighed, "Are you going to cry?"
As soon as she finished speaking, warm tears fell onto the back of her hand.
Jiang Yue's heart softened instantly. She picked him up, frowned as if she had encountered some problem, and slowly asked, "Did any child bully you?"
After a moment of silence, she said, "Mom will support you."
Jiang Yue used to help her weak, sickly, and useless crown prince brother show off his power when she was in the Jiang Kingdom.
Although her younger brother was the crown prince, he was often angered by the sons of other marquises, his eyes would turn red, and he would run to her bedchamber and sob.
Jiang Yue picked up her sword, ready to vent her anger on him.
A group of teenagers often got into fights.
She habitually protected her younger brother and several delicate-looking female cousins.
The northern barbarians were adept at taking advantage of others, and after each victory, they would not only demand money and land, but also princesses and noblewomen to marry into their tribes.
Jiang Yue had a aunt who was forced to marry into the country for political reasons, but was treated like livestock by many people. After only one month, she committed suicide because she could not bear the humiliation.
Although her father treated her very well, he did not care about the lives of the other princesses and several times planned to use marriage alliances to exchange for temporary peace.
There wasn't much Jiang Yue could do; she could only send men to secretly kill the envoys from the Northern Border on the road.
She utterly loathed the idea of marriage alliances.
While in Yanzhou, he had angrily mentioned to Zhou Fuwei that he wished he would never have a woman sent to marry a foreign ruler.
After Zhou Fuwei gained power, the king of the northern border, seeing the situation was not good, became respectful to them like a reed in the wind.
He even went to the capital in person to return the ten cities he had previously plundered, along with dozens of carriages of betrothal gifts, and promised to submit to the Jiang Kingdom from now on.
He only wanted to marry her, the only princess.
The offer was tempting, but Jiang Yue wasn't sure if her father would agree.
However, this matter is still undecided.
A few days later, Jiang Yue heard that Zhou Fuwei had beheaded a man in front of all the officials in the palace.
The man casually wiped the blood off the knife with a handkerchief, his thin lips barely moving as he uttered coldly, "Barbarians and lowly people, they are not worthy of being treated with kindness and righteousness."
In fact, Jiang Yue felt a sense of satisfaction upon hearing that the King of the Northern Border had been killed with a single blow.
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