Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xiaoliu's face suddenly changed, and he immediately asked, "Where did you pick it up?"
"The capital..."
"Three years ago?"
Fan Ren nodded in confusion.
Qian Xiaoliu looked at Jiang Youhou in disbelief...
Everyone knows that the youngest son of the Prince of Zhenguo was lost three years ago, and the entire capital was turned upside down but he still couldn't be found!
Qian Xiaoliu pointed at Bao Yan suddenly, "You...what did you call him just now?"
Bao Yan touched his nose calmly, "Third Young Master..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xiaoliu's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
Fortunately, Fan Ren was quick enough to support him.
Fan Ren was puzzled, "Sixth Master, why are you doing this?"
Qian Xiaoliu murmured, "Third... Third Young Master?"
Qian Xiaoliu's heart was pounding, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out.
Does this damn Fan Ren want to kill him?
He is just greedy for money and doesn't want to lose his life!
He was about to kneel down and apologize, but... he stared at Jiang Youhou's face and fell into deep thought.
That's not right... How come this person looks like him...
The princess and the prince both have fairy-like faces, and the young masters are all very handsome and beautiful... Is this shifty-looking guy in front of me the third young master?
Then he looked at Bao Yan again. This sloppy and unreliable looking guard was from the Duke's Mansion?
The more Qian Xiaoliu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Moreover, if the boy was really the Third Young Master, why didn't Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was so anxiously looking for the child, bring him back to the Duke's Mansion?
He didn't even hear any news...
Qian Xiaoliu slowly calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and asked Bao Yan, "Don't try to bluff me. Can you produce evidence? If you are a guard at the Zhenguogong Mansion, show me your token!"
Fan Ren's eyes widened. "What? He's from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion?"
No one paid any attention to Fan Ren's exclamation. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Bao Yan, wanting to see him produce evidence.
Bao Yan laughed when he heard that. "Token, right?" He took it out!
Bao Yan touched his body, and the next second, his smile stopped abruptly.
"Where's my token?"
"Hey, where's my token?"
"I clearly put it on me!"
Jiang Youhou closed his eyes speechlessly.
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