There is no surname "Nanrong" in Daxia. "Nanrong" is Nanyou's surname.
The Nanrong family is one of the founding fathers of Nanyou. Over the generations, other aristocratic families have risen and fallen, but the Nanrong family has always stood firm.
The Nanrong family never takes sides and is a staunch royalist. They are loyal to whoever sits on the throne.
If there is one area where the Nanrong family is lacking in quality, it must be their offspring.
The men in the Nanrong family had many wives and concubines, but they only had a handful of children.
The new generation of the Nanrong family's direct lineage only has one boy and one girl.
The only male is Nan Rongxu.
These were not Yan Cheng's main concerns; what he cared about most was a portrait.
The last time he left the palace, Yan Cheng found the portrait that was about to be buried in the bottom of the box in the small courtyard reserved for him in the Yan Mansion.
As it slowly unfolded, the boy in the portrait looked about 70% similar to Leng Yan.
The two or three points of difference are in age, temperament and expression.
The boy in the painting is about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a gentle facial expression, giving the first impression of being gentle and elegant.
As for Leng Yan, even when Yan Cheng first met him, he was not a gentle person.
The portrait was bought at a high price by Yan Cheng's men from a traveling merchant from Nanyou.
The person in the painting is the young Nan Rongxu.
Yan Cheng looks similar to the seventh prince, which leads to a story of switching a son for a daughter.
What could be involved if Leng Yan and Nan Rongxu were 70% similar?
In this bustling hall, no one except Yan Cheng himself knew the worries deep in his heart.
Soon, Emperor Jingxi, the Empress and the Queen Mother arrived.
When the eunuch shouted to invite the Nanyou delegation into the hall, the hall, which had already become quiet due to the emperor's arrival, became even quieter.
Everyone turned their eyes to the door, Yan Cheng was no exception.
The noisy footsteps became louder and louder, and Yan Cheng's gaze unexpectedly met the gaze of the person at the front of the Nanyou delegation.
The wine glass on the table fell over and the wine spilled.
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