Pei Jinxiao and Tu Subo entered the temple hall together. As soon as they appeared, they caused a sensation among the girls in the hall, and they started talking about it:

"Look, isn't that Prince Jing Pei Jinxiao and Master Tu Su?"

"Well, they are both so handsome and courageous that one can't help but want to take a few more glances at them."

“It’s unbelievable to hear that they had been harassed by two crazy women in this temple.”

"Yes, but they were both very brave and managed to scare the two women away."

Several women sat together, discussing the heroic deeds of Prince Jing and Master Tu Su.

One of the women, named Liu Qingyi, showed admiration in her eyes and said, "I've heard people say that those two crazy women are extremely cruel. Ordinary men would avoid them when they see them. I didn't expect that Prince Jing and Master Tu Su could actually subdue them."

Another woman named Cui Linxuan asked curiously: "Liu Qingyi, what did they do to scare off those two crazy women?"

Liu Qingyi smiled slightly and lowered her voice, "It is said that they hung the two women in an empty alley for two whole days. This behavior caused shock and fear among the people."

"What? It's been dead for two days?" Cui Linxuan exclaimed, and the other women also showed horrified expressions.

Liu Qingyi nodded and said, "Yes, it was hanging there. The two women never appeared again after that. It is said that they were so scared that their souls flew away and they dared not approach Prince Jing and Master Tu Su again."

At this time, a woman named Hua Wenxue came over and said with a chuckle, "What interesting things do you think they will encounter when they come to the temple to worship this time?"

Liu Qingyi thought for a moment and said, "The last time they came, they already frightened people. I guess no one will dare to disturb them this time."

Cui Linxuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, after all, they are the pride of our Daliang, who would dare to provoke them easily?"

Hua Wenxue smiled mysteriously and said, "However, things in this world are unpredictable. Maybe something unexpected will happen."

As they were talking, they saw an old monk approaching, holding a worn wooden fish in his hand, and whispered, "Dear donors, please don't make any noise. This is a temple, a place to pray for spiritual peace."

Several women apologized and continued to talk in low voices.

Liu Qingyi asked, "Do you think that Prince Jing and Master Tu Su came to the temple this time to pray for something?"

Cui Linxuan guessed: "Perhaps it is for the peace of Western Wei, or perhaps it is for their own wishes."

Hua Wenxue suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "Oh, by the way, I heard that Prince Jing and Master Tu Su both have an unfulfilled wish, I wonder if it's true."

Liu Qingyi asked curiously: "What's your wish?"

Hua Wenxue said: "It is said that they want to find a long-lost magic medicine that can bring people back to life and keep them young forever."

The other women all looked surprised. This was a huge secret and Hua Wenxue actually knew about it.

Liu Qingyi sighed: "If there really is such a miracle drug, it would be incredible."

Cui Linxuan said worriedly: "But, does this miracle drug really exist? Can they find it?"

Hua Wenxue smiled and said, "I think only Prince Jing and Master Tu Su can answer this question."

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Suddenly, Tu Subo paused, his eyes widened, as if he had discovered something incredible! He suddenly stopped and pointed at Qin Moyuan, who was kneeling on the mat and shaking the lottery tube in his hand, and said in an incredibly excited voice: "Your Majesty, look! That boy's face..."

Pei Jinxiao looked in the direction where Tu Subo's finger was pointing, and saw Qin Moyuan's handsome face, which looked even paler and softer under the dim light of the temple.

He was stunned, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

Tu Subo looked at Pei Jinxiao's expression and knew that he had noticed this. He took a few quick steps and came to Pei Jinxiao's side, whispering, "Prince, do you remember? When your son disappeared, he was only this old."

Pei Jinxiao nodded slightly, with a trace of pain in his eyes. He remembered that year, his son Pei Daoyi was playing in the temple, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He mobilized the entire palace to look for him, but he never found him. So many years have passed, and he has long been disheartened.

"Your Highness, look at Qin Moyuan's eyebrows, nose, and lips. They are all similar to your son. I think he... he might be your son." Tu Subo's voice trembled slightly. He knew what his words meant to Pei Jinxiao.

Pei Jinxiao's face turned pale. He stared at Qin Moyuan, with a flash of surprise, suspicion, joy, and finally calmness in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Brother Tu Su, what you said makes sense. But can we conclude that he is my son just based on these similarities?"

Tu Subo was silent for a while, then said: "I understand your concerns. But, Your Majesty, you should know that when your son disappeared, he had a unique birthmark on his body. If that boy also has it, then it can be confirmed that he is your son."

Pei Jinxiao's eyes flashed with hope, but soon became calm again. He shook his head: "Brother Tu Su, I know you mean well. But this matter is too important. I can't recognize him as my son just because we met once. We need evidence, solid evidence."

After saying that, Pei Jinxiao took a deep breath, strode to Qin Moyuan, and looked him up and down carefully. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to penetrate every scar on Qin Moyuan's body and find out the secret behind it.

Qin Moyuan felt the pressure from Pei Jinxiao and couldn't help but take a step back, with fear in his eyes.

Seeing this, Tu Subo hurriedly stepped forward and tried to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Your Highness, there must be something fishy about this matter. We must not act too hastily." Tu Subo patted Pei Jinxiao's shoulder and consoled him softly.

Pei Jinxiao nodded slightly, restrained the sharpness in his eyes, and asked in a gentle tone: "Young Master, what is your name?"

Qin Moyuan still pursed his lips tightly and looked at them warily.

Pei Jinxiao frowned upon seeing this, and slowly spoke with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "Young Master, how did you get the scar on your face?"

Qin Moyuan's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously covered his left cheek, looking at Pei Jinxiao and Tu Subo warily: "Who are you? Why are you asking these questions?"

Tu Subo couldn't help but interrupt: "Young Master, don't be afraid. We have no ill intentions. We just think you look quite similar to the son of an old friend of ours, and we are curious."

Qin Moyuan's eyes became more alert when he heard this. He stared at Pei Jinxiao closely and said, "You said I'm the son of your old friend? But I've never met you before. Why do you say that?"