[Firstly, Daddy was worried that the recognition would fail, causing secondary harm to the Third Prince. Secondly, even if the recognition was successful, he was afraid that the Third Prince would have wild thoughts in the future, thinking that Daddy only recognized blood ties and did not care about the father-son relationship with him for many years. Daddy must have been agonizing over this matter all night, and he was almost bald. In fact, regardless of whether the Third Prince was Daddy's blood or not, Daddy did not intend to let the Third Prince go. Daddy really cared about the father-son relationship, but the Third Prince did not know Daddy's painstaking efforts.]

If he hadn't been afraid that others would find out that he could hear his sister's thoughts, Di Li would have been crying by now.

"Father, is this topaz the one that was in the token last night?" Di Li asked, looking at the topaz.

The Tyrant paused and said, "Hmm."

"I saw it last night..."

"According to Feng Xuetang's letter, this topaz was placed on you by the old monk. It was given to you by your biological mother. But this topaz... looks like it came from a royal family."

Di Li pursed his lips and said, "Father, how about we also do a blood test to prove our relationship?"

The tyrant's eyes lit up. Di Li's words were exactly what he had been arguing about last night. He didn't know how to start the conversation in case the result was not satisfactory and Di Li was hurt.

Emperor Zi'an quickly agreed, "Father, I think Third Brother's suggestion is very good. Maybe you had sex with a woman and forgot about her. She gave birth to Third Brother and then gave him to the old monk, who sent him to the palace."

"What if the result of the blood test is not satisfactory? Third brother, by then, you won't be able to stop the gossips, and your situation will be even more difficult than it is now."

Even though he would order everyone not to talk nonsense, he could not stop some individuals from talking nonsense.

If the recognition of kinship fails, others will definitely accuse Di Li of being a traitor.

I think it's crazy to want to be a prince.

Di Li pondered for a moment, "Nothing could be worse than the current situation."

"Then let's do a blood test to prove our relationship." The great tyrant didn't want Di Li to think too much, but fortunately this kid took the initiative to bring it up, and the great tyrant breathed a sigh of relief.

The father and his two sons were extremely worried, but after eating and drinking his fill, Abao played around and looked around, and was extremely happy.

The two drops of blood melted into the water, stagnated for a moment, and then merged.

Emperor Zi'an was overjoyed, "Third brother! You really are my third brother. You are father's son, you are!"

Di Li widened his eyes in surprise.

The Tyrant looked thoughtful. After a moment of silence, he handed the topaz to Emperor Li and said, "Take this."

Di Li excitedly took the topaz. This was the first time he completely understood his life experience. The emperor was really his father.

But I don't know who my mother is, I only have this piece of topaz.

[No, everyone is happy. How wonderful! The Third Prince doesn’t have to run away anymore and can continue to be a leisurely prince.]

Ah Bao stood in front of Di Li with his hands on his waist, "Three pots..."

Di Li picked up Abao affectionately. His imperial sister was not only adorable, but also a little lucky star.

If it weren't for Po, he would never know who he was.

"Father, you really can't remember?" Di Li asked seriously.

The great tyrant shook his head and rubbed his brows. He had been thinking about it all night, but he just couldn't remember which woman the topaz was given to, especially since he had never had any relationship with any other woman twenty years ago.

Di Li is his son, why can't he remember Di Li's mother?

"Father, I think the topaz was placed on my third brother by the old monk. It would be better for my third brother to go look for the old monk." Emperor Zi'an was not present at the scene last night, but Emperor Li had already told him about the Qingyun Palace incident.

"Father, I have the same idea."

The Tyrant also felt that this matter was not simple. "Well, you two can focus on investigating this matter."

Di Li and Di Zi'an murmured, "Seventh Brother, according to what was described in the letter, the old monk has no name and is very old. We don't know if he is still alive."

It will be troublesome if someone dies, because the clues will be cut off.

Abao had just finished drinking the little milk left in the bottle and burped. He looked at his two brothers with big eyes and said, "Die, die..."

Di Li and Di Zian:!!!

The two looked at each other. One had the fate of a puppet, and the other had the physique of an unlucky guy. This was simply a double evil combination. They would probably not be able to accomplish anything.

"Burp, I can't, I can't die..." Po waved his hands.

[The old monk is a kind-hearted person. How could he die so easily? He has to come back to life after death. He can’t die. He can’t die.]

Huguo Temple.

The Huguo Temple, which was once a peaceful place, has become very different today as the old abbot is about to pass away.

A large group of young monks and big monks sat on the ground, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist scriptures. Some of them were crying, while others were chanting. The scene was very spectacular.

In the hall, the old monk was lying on a cushion with his eyes closed, not even breathing.

"Master, please don't abandon us."

"Master has passed away. He will soon go to the Western Paradise."

"Master, have a safe journey."

The old abbot, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them.

The group of monk disciples were all panicked, like ants on a hot pot, running around in a panic.

Why are they in such a hurry?

Of course, it was because the master who had passed away suddenly came back to life.

A young nun came forward. She was the old abbot's new disciple, six years old this year. The abbot loved her very much. "Master, Master, do you have any unfulfilled wishes that make you reluctant to leave?"

"Why are you leaving? I'm not leaving."

Little Sammi: ???

Staring with big round eyes, "Master is a corpse, Master is talking nonsense."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I, your master, am alive. Do you know that?" The old abbot was also a little dumbfounded. He quickly chanted, "Amitabha, may the gods bless me."

"Master, are you really alive? But you clearly died just now." The little nun didn't believe it. She was ignorant and spoke without restraint.

"I was barely hanging on to my last breath, but now I'm fully alive."

"Master, Master, why is it that? How can a dead person come back to life?"

The old abbot touched the little novice's head lovingly and said, "Maybe King Yan doesn't want me anymore."

The little nun seemed to understand but smiled happily and crawled into the old abbot's arms, "Master, it's great that you are alive. I have a master again, yeah."

Huguo Temple was originally a royal Buddhist temple and was not open to the public on weekdays, but as the year draws to a close, it is different from usual.

As it happens to be open to the public today, many pilgrims come here to pay homage to the gods and worship the Bodhisattva, hoping to have a good start at the end of the year and hoping that the coming year will be smooth.

The news that the dying old abbot was alive again spread instantly throughout the Huguo Temple.