"Is what you said true?!"
The Prince of Ye could no longer stand up. Ignoring the strange looks he was receiving, he ordered his palace servants to lift the black veil covering him, his eyes bloodshot, and cried out, "Where is he? Where is my son?!"
The minister who had retreated to the side was startled upon hearing this, and his expression changed several times before he suddenly understood.
The fact that the general's wife insisted on bringing an attendant into the palace was one of the strange things about the trip.
Looking at this person's clothes, demeanor, and speech, he didn't seem like an ordinary attendant. In particular, this "attendant" looked very much like the Prince of Ye when he was young. He had secretly taken note of him, intending to investigate him thoroughly afterward, but now...
He suddenly realized, could he be...?
Zheng Quchi tilted his head, turned around, and called out towards the direction outside the hall.
"Come in."
Yuan Xingzhou strode in, his skin glowing white in the dim light, like a creature of the shadows. His dark eyebrows and eyes were numb and indifferent. He glanced at the Prince of Ye with a gloomy look, but then looked away again.
"Singapore... greets Father."
When the King of Ye saw him, he was stunned on the spot.
The incense in the air seemed to grow even stronger, its fragrance lazily climbing up the yellowed beams. The expressions on the faces of the palace servants and ministers were quite interesting, ranging from surprise to astonishment. Zheng Quchi frowned, secretly slowing his breathing, and even considered covering his nose with his sleeve.
Can't they smell it?
Or have they simply become accustomed to this nauseatingly pungent smell?
After a long period of distraction, the Prince of Ye suddenly took a deep breath and pressed his hand to his chest, saying, "Yuequn, go...go check the back of his neck, the back..."
The minister, Huai Yuequn, immediately bowed and scraped, and following the command of the Prince of Ye, quickly walked to Yuan Xingzhou's side.
Only when he got closer and compared the two did he realize that Yuan Xingzhou was very tall. He reached out to check, but unless the other party deliberately bent down, he couldn't reach him at all.
However, if Yuan Xingzhou is indeed the Crown Prince, then Huai Yuequn has no right to ask him to bow down; that would be a grave act of disrespect.
Just as he was in a dilemma, Zheng Quchi spoke up. She said to the King of Ye, "Your Majesty, this young master has suffered some external injuries. He must be tired from the bumpy journey. Why don't we bring a stool for him to rest? It would also make it easier for this gentleman to verify the truth of the matter."
These words immediately relieved Huai Yuequn from his predicament. He glanced gratefully at Zheng Quchi, then quickly pleaded with the emperor, "Your Majesty..."
Before he could finish speaking, the King of Ye said, "Granted."
A palace servant brought a round stool for Yuan Xingzhou to sit on. At this moment, Huai Chaoqun went around behind him and opened his collar to examine him. When he saw the birthmark, his pupils widened instantly: "Your Majesty, yes, there is one, there really is a red mark..."
Upon hearing this, the Prince of Ye was not as agitated as before, and did not even react much. He then said, "Then check his leg. Is there an old scar on his right calf?"
Besides the red birthmark, are there any old scars?
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi immediately looked at Yuan Xingzhou, wanting to see his reaction.
Unexpectedly, the Prince of Ye had deliberately kept a secret in the search for the eldest prince. In the announcements he made to the public, he never mentioned this matter. Clearly, he intended to keep a more crucial piece of information to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation and spreading false information.
Huai Chaoqun quickly replied, "Yes."
Huai Yuequn squatted down in front of Yuan Xingzhou and carefully lifted his trouser leg to check his legs. He saw that Yuan Xingzhou's right calf was completely smooth and without any scars. He was stunned and didn't know how to react for a long time.
After waiting for a long time without a reply, the King of Ye asked, "How is it?"
“Your Majesty…” Huai Chaoqun turned around in surprise and doubt: “There are no wounds.”
Upon hearing this, not only was Zheng Quchi incredulous, but the other palace servants present could not hide the astonishment and doubt on their faces.
The Prince of Ye stared intently at Yuan Xingzhou, his face expressionless, and said in a deep voice, "What do you have to say?"
“Father, you must be mistaken. When I was five years old, I fell from a tree and was cut on my left leg by a sharp stone, above the knee, not my right leg.”
His seemingly casual statement finally caused a huge uproar. The Prince of Ye's face turned bright red, like an inflated balloon. He slapped his large, thick hand on the armrest and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, Father is getting old and his memory is failing. My son, my son is right, he is right."
After receiving Ye Wang's affirmative answer, Huai Yuequn's legs went weak, and he slumped down in the hall, looking at Yuan Xingzhou in a daze.
Could this person really be the eldest prince who has been missing for over a decade?!
Zheng Quchi's tense back slowly relaxed, which was terrifying.
Are all these people in the palace like lotus roots in a pond—full of cunning, every word a trap, they're so cunning! If this "Yuanxingzhou" she brought is really fake, they've probably already been tricked to death by the King of Ye's one deceptive act after another.
"You really are my son, Xingzhou. Come up here quickly so your father can take a good look at you. Where have you been all these years?"
With tears blurring his vision, the Prince of Ye waved lovingly and concernedly to Yuan Xingzhou, who was sitting below.
Yuan Xingzhou stood up, his thin, sickle-shaped eyebrows furrowing slightly. He turned his head to look at the golden beast incense burner: "Father, I am not used to the incense in this palace. May I open the window?"
Upon hearing this, the Prince of Ye's pupils constricted sharply, and he hurriedly shouted in all directions, "Quickly open the windows and extinguish the incense!"
The palace servants were startled by his angry shouts and were a little slow to react. They saw him grab a spittoon and throw it at one of the servants.
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