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The Imperial Palace.
Ganling Palace.
Three days have passed since Zhou Changling sent people to investigate the imperial tombs and personally ordered the excavation of his own father's ancestral grave.
Of course, this was done in secret. After all, no matter how rebellious Zhou Changling was, he wouldn't dare to defy the world!
The more people who know about this, the greater the risk of exposure. He sent out very few people, so no news has come from the imperial tomb yet.
That day, Zhou Changling had just finished the morning court session and returned to Ganling Palace to review memorials.
These past few days, because An'er has become increasingly attached to him and cries loudly whenever she doesn't see him, he has reverted to his old habit of staying at Ganling Palace whenever Bai Lingxi was still around, except when attending court or meeting with ministers.
"Did An'er eat well today?" Zhou Changling held the little prince in his arms, asking the wet nurse these questions about the little prince's daily life every day.
The wet nurse received a reward and knew that the young prince was the hope of their family. She took better care of him than she would her own son.
"Your Majesty, the young prince is in good health recently and his appetite is normal."
The wet nurse answered respectfully, afraid of making the slightest mistake and being replaced by Zhou Changling, afraid that her immense wealth would disappear.
"Hmm." Zhou Changling waved his hand, dismissing the person.
She then started interacting with the little prince using a small rattle drum. These were things that should have been done by the concubines, but Zhou Changling had previously not wanted to disturb Bai Lingxi, and now he missed her terribly.
"Hahaha—hehe—" The little prince clapped his little hands and laughed sweetly.
Looking at that face, which resembled a miniature version of Bai Lingxi, and seeing him smiling sweetly at him, Zhou Changling's heart, like that of an old father, melted instantly.
"An'er, my An'er, your mother will definitely come back for us, won't she?"
Zhou Changling's voice was gentle yet firm, as he spoke to An'er, and also to himself.
Strangely enough, ever since that vixen Zhao Xueqing died, the bond between myself and another person has not disappeared; on the contrary, it has grown stronger with the passage of time.
Zhou Changling had a vague premonition that perhaps this time the connection was with Bai Lingxi, the long-lost Xi'er!
Given the right opportunity, the two of them will surely meet again!
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