"I can bear it as long as the cicadas are around." Princess Yi Yang's intelligence and rationality were somewhat lost when facing her daughter.
Few people can remain sober when facing such problems.
“Habits are not formed in a short time.”
Wen Heng’s words were like an epiphany for Xia Zhi.
Yes, it has been less than half a year since this incident happened.
Half a year can allow a woman to memorize things, but some things are impossible.
[Wen Heng is indeed quite smart. ]
Wen Heng glanced at her, and Xia Zhiliao turned her face away embarrassedly, as if she had been caught.
"What else do you want to say? I can prove it!" Song Huaihua said.
"Since you said this purse is yours, then tell me, who embroidered this purse?"
"Me, of course it's me. I was very good at embroidery when I was a child, and I learned it from the embroiderers in the palace."
Song Huaihua said with confidence.
"What about now?" Xia Zhiliao asked first.
"It's okay now, but it's definitely not as good as the one I embroidered when I was a child. There were people teaching me back then." Song Huaihua said.
"Madame Cui, please fetch the needle and thread and let her embroider in front of me. I'm sure my great-aunt will remember what her daughter embroidered."
The woman glanced at Wen Heng, and the look in her eyes seemed to be blaming him for being too troublesome.
Aunt Cui nodded, "Okay."
Soon, the needle and thread were brought, and the woman did not hesitate and actually started embroidering. The embroidery method was the same, but the embroidery was very ordinary. It was not an improvement at all and was even worse than the purse.
"I embroidered it. Take a look. Is it the same?" Song Huaihua said to herself, "I have suffered in the countryside these years. I have only done manual labor. My embroidery is not very good, but I still remember how I embroidered when I was a child."
When Aunt Cui took it, she took a look at it herself and it did look very similar, but it was indeed as she said, not as good as the embroidery she did when she was a child.
Xia Chen clenched her hands again. For some reason, cold sweat broke out on her palms.
"Anything else? Who are you? What good will it be for you if you don't let my mother recognize me?" Song Huaihua asked bluntly.
Wen Heng curled his lips, "It doesn't matter who I am. Knowing you is more important now."
"I...I'm Chang Yue."
Wen Heng sneered, "I don't think so. Then can you write?"
"I... I can, but I'm not good at writing. I've said it before, my life is hard in the countryside, I do dirty and tiring work, how can I have the time to practice those things!"
"You think you are the one who has nothing better to do than to stop us from recognizing each other as mother and daughter."
"Not necessarily!" Wen Heng glanced at Xia Chen, "Aunt Xia, at this time, don't you want to give it a try?"
"Me?" Xia Chen looked over suddenly, then quickly lowered her head.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should have also embroidered sachets and purses, right?"
[How does he know? Does he have X-ray vision?]
Wen Heng looked at the little girl's surprised expression and felt a little proud. There were always some things that surprised her.
"Aunt Xia, please don't be embarrassed. Take it out. We did all this just to find out whether you are my great-aunt's daughter. Now that someone else is trying to grab this position, won't you fight for yourself?"
Xia Zhiliao nodded.
[That's right, this fake guy must get out. Even if my mother is not her, this guy definitely can't be her.]
Since her daughter and Wen Heng both said so, Xia Chen knew that she couldn't just hide behind all the time.
"You? What does it have to do with you?" Song Huaihua asked.
Xia Chen glanced at her and did not answer her. She took out the sachet she had embroidered for Princess Yi Yang.
Madam Cui quickly handed it to Princess Yiyang and said, "Princess, look, this is so beautifully embroidered. Oh, there are even sword tassels!"
Princess Yiyang was stunned again after seeing this. She looked at Xia Chenshi, then at the words on the sachet, "Why are there these two words?"
"Isn't it just peace? What's so special about it?" Song Huaihua said disdainfully, "I know it too, and I can embroider it, too."
Xia Chen took a deep breath and said, "No matter whether the princess and I have this fate or not, I think a good person like you should live in peace."
Princess Yiyang said, "Yue'er also said, mother, you have everything, you have father and me, you must be safe, only when you are safe can you always accompany Yue'er."
Xia Chen looked at Princess Yi Yang.
"Yuer said that she would embroider a sachet for me and her father, and on it would be embroidered a safe son. She said that her father and I were going to the battlefield, and the most important thing was that we returned safely."
Song Huaihua pursed her lips and said, "It's just a coincidence, I can embroider too."
"Why did you make another sword tassel?" Princess Yi Yang ignored Song Huaihua's words and continued to ask Xia Chen.
"Actually, I don't know what to give you, just a little token of my appreciation. You've been so kind to Zhiliao, I'm grateful, I wonder if you like it?"
"I like it. Yue'er also said that I look good dancing with a sword, and she wants to make a sword tassel for me."
Xia Chenshi didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. All of this was completely subconscious on her part.
But these shouldn’t be enough to explain anything, right?
"What does that mean?"
"This means that even if Aunt Xia doesn't remember it, she still has an impression of it in her subconscious mind." Wen Heng said.
"That's nonsense. I said I had an impression."
"What about my purse? How do I calculate it? Does she have it?"
Xia Chen shook her head, "I have nothing and I don't remember anything."
"Then I remember it." Song Huaihua said proudly, "Mom, you can ask me something else, or I can tell you something else."
"That way you can tell which one is the real me."
"I wonder how many people know about those things!" Wen Heng said.
"Then why doesn't she know?" Song Huaihua pointed at Xia Chen and asked back.
"Because she doesn't have to use these to prove that she is real." Wen Heng said.
Aunt Cui was really worried. Who are these two?
She couldn't say for sure, but she definitely hoped it wasn't this Song Huaihua's.
"Didn't you also say you could write?"
“Yes…yes.”
"Aunt Xia, you should be able to do it too, right?"
Xia Chen nodded, "I only know a few words, but I haven't written much."
When she was at her adoptive parents' house, she had never touched a pen. But after she married Xia Jinjun, because Xia Jinjun could read and write, she once wrote one. But she felt that pens and ink were very expensive and it would be a waste for her to do so.
Besides, with so many things to do every day, how can I have the leisure time?
[This Wen Heng seems very confident. Does he really think this method is feasible? ]
Wen Heng smiled as the little girl looked at him, "If that's the case, let's give it a try."
You won’t know whether it will succeed or not until you try.
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