Chapter 183
The crescent moon hung high in the sky. Song Xuan sheathed his longsword, and the group prepared to leave.
Just then, a small figure chased out from inside the courtyard, and Xiao Shenxi stopped in front of the cold-faced man.
She looked at the tall man in front of her and asked in a soft, childlike voice, "Uncle, who are you? Why are you in my house?"
She asked directly, her large eyes filled with doubt.
Although Shen Qingnian and Song Xuan did not explicitly state their meaning, Xiao Shenxi could sense something unusual from their conversation.
Xiao Shenxi was curious about this fierce-looking uncle. She felt that his appearance was somewhat familiar. Could he be a relative of her mother?
Under the cool moonlight, Xiao Shenxi's features looked even more like Song Xuan's; she was a miniature version of Song Xuan.
Silence reigned all around, and no one dared to utter a sound. Xiao Yanqing looked at Xiao Shenxi, wanting to tell her, "You are my younger sister," but he dared not speak at that moment.
After a moment, Song Xuancai spoke in a deep voice: "You are my daughter, and I am your father."
The little girl looks so much like him, but her lively personality is completely different.
Little Shen Xi tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her expression: "But my mother is a widow, and if you were my father..."
Song Xuan's expression faltered slightly, then he gritted his teeth: "Is that what she told you?"
Xiao Shenxi nodded, completely unaware of the harm that her casual remark had caused her father.
"Your Majesty, to avoid trouble, Master Shen claims to be a widow with an orphaned daughter," a guard cautiously reminded him from the side.
The truth can be found with a little thought, since they had heard rumors that the female teacher at the academy was a widow when they first arrived in Misty Rain City.
But so much had happened tonight that Song Xuan hadn't had time to think about it.
"Very well, I'd like to see what else Shen Qingnian has left to say," Song Xuan said with a mocking laugh.
He faked his death to escape the palace, concealed the fact that he had a child, and spread rumors everywhere that he was dead...
Thinking this, Song Xuan lifted his foot to walk into the courtyard, but was stopped by Jin Yi who rushed over: "Your Majesty, news just came from the Jiang residence that Jiang Zhenghe will be performing a sacrificial ceremony tonight."
Jiang Zhenghe was secretly seeking immortality and enlightenment, and this matter could be used to uncover the granary case. Jiang Zhenghe himself was not the key; the key was the powerful figure behind him...
Song Xuan naturally understood, and looked at Xiao Shenxi, asking in a deep voice, "What's your name?"
Although he had a cold expression, he did not frighten Xiao Shenxi.
Little Shen Xi blinked and replied, "My name is Shen Xi, but my mother and family call me Xiao Xi, which means 'hope'!"
"Chen Xi, Xiao Xi..." Song Xuan murmured these two words, then waved to the guards behind him.
Little Shenxi was carried back to the courtyard by the guards. The little dumpling's soft voice floated through the night air: "Uncle, Daddy, when will you bring Xiaoqing back again?"
She thought it was good that this uncle was her father, because then she could play with Xiaoqing every day.
Upon hearing Xiao Shenxi's voice, Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged. He then turned and led his men toward the Jiang residence.
Little Yan Qing in his arms smiled, her eyes full of joy.
That's good. His father didn't make things difficult for his mother tonight, and he doesn't seem to dislike Xiao Xi...
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