Chapter 69 Your Father Is Not Your Father

This was not the first time Shen Yingxue came to the Zhongxin Palace, so she was quite familiar with it. Zhu Ling led him into the inner house: "This was originally the residence of the princess. I heard from the housekeeper that the princess and brother lived here together in the early years. Do you remember, brother?"

Shen Yingxue shook her head and looked around the house. There were mosaics here as well, but compared to the outside, it was not as spooky, but rather had a bit of a gentlemanly warmth, and the people inside were not wearing painted faces.

"Dad told you to live here. Although the princess is gone, the furnishings here haven't changed in more than 20 years. You never know when you'll remember it."

Shen Yingxue felt suspenseful. Most people only have clear memories after the age of five. Even if the original owner was gifted and could remember things from the age of two, her experience in the Demon Cult was so unforgettable that it would have replaced her previous memories long ago.

Shen Yingxue stayed here.

Prince Zhongxin has not appeared since he brought him back, but he did send maids and servants to serve him. Zhu Ling also accompanied him for dinner. After dinner, the two chatted for a while. Shen Yingxue felt sleepy and went back to sleep.

The main courtyard was where the former princess lived. Even though Shen Yingxue was her biological son, it was not appropriate for him to live there according to etiquette. His room was in the small courtyard in the east, not far from the princess's place. Although it was not as big as the main courtyard, it was also very complete and had everything.

Shen Yingxue was not used to having someone serving her, so she asked the night watchman to go outside, took off her outer robe, lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon.

Shen Yingxue woke up once in a daze during the night. He had changed from lying flat to curled up. He thought it was normal. It was a habit left over from his previous serious injury. He often woke up in pain during his sleep. Although the pain was gone now, it would take him a while to change the habit from the past few years.

He turned over, stretched his body, closed his eyes and continued to sleep. Suddenly, he saw a shadow outside. Shen Yingxue was startled and lost all his sleepiness. He asked the system: [Is that your mosaic too?]

The system says: [No.]

After getting the system's answer, Shen Yingxue's alarm bells rang loudly. After all, this was the territory of King Zhongxin, and now that something unusual had been discovered, Shen Yingxue couldn't just ignore it. He looked at the figure on the white window, estimated the angle of the moonlight, and then looked inside the house. If nothing unexpected happened, there was nothing that would glow, and his movements should not be visible from outside.

Shen Yingxue stood up slowly. She didn't dare put on her shoes for fear of making any noise. She walked on the ground wearing only her white socks. When she approached the door, she suddenly heard a woman's sigh.

At this time, the distance between the two was very close. Shen Yingxue was sure that even if the people outside found out that he woke up, they would not have time to run away. She opened the door and quickly took action, strangling the other person's arm before the other person could react.

The visitor cried out in pain, and the voice sounded very familiar.

Shen Yingxue glanced at the woman and was puzzled as to why the number of women he had seen since he traveled through time was so limited. Apart from those whose images were covered with mosaics in the brothel, there was only one Man Nu and Han Jing who was dressed as a woman. So who was this person in front of him?

"Did King Zhongxin ask you to come?" Shen Yingxue asked bluntly.

The other party does not speak.

Shen Yingxue changed her position, grabbed the back of her collar, forced her to raise her head, and saw the face in the moonlight. She was shocked.

Isn't this a mosaic of King Chung-shin? !

What a ghost! The beautiful woman in the painted skin picture turned out to be a real person. Could this be the Painted Skin Ghost?

Shen Yingxue thought to herself that she was not really scared. Now that he had martial arts skills, he was no longer the weak and helpless person who would spit blood when he used his internal energy. If he could catch this person, there was nothing to be afraid of even if he was a ghost.

And he was trained by Mosaic. What kind of weird situations has he not seen? For example, Lan Jin's crying cat head and Gu Liansheng's moving lotus are also quite scary in real life.

But in this situation, no matter how I think about it, something seems a little wrong.

Shen Yingxue thought for a while, "What is your relationship with King Zhongxin?"

The woman looked surprised. "Why do you ask?"

"It seems that you are indeed related to him." Shen Yingxue was not convenient to say, her face was the same as the mosaic of King Zhongxin, "He asked you to test me to see if I am Shen Yingxue or the Flower Lord?"

When the woman heard Shen Yingxue's question, she remained silent, as if this question was not as shocking as the previous one.

Shen Yingxue pondered, "Could it be that you are the King of Loyalty and Faith?"

It's not impossible.

Shen Yingxue thought about it and realized that this voice was indeed very similar to that of King Zhongxin, but there were some differences. He couldn't tell where they were similar. Perhaps this aspect of his knowledge was also blurred.

"You...what are you..."

"Are you really the King of Loyalty?" Shen Yingxue looked him up and down. "Are you a man or a woman?"

He was a little confused as to why the mosaic was added. Now the woman looked like a high-definition video, but it was hard to tell, because the system had blurred her from head to toe.

"I didn't want to let you know, but I felt unwilling to do so. I didn't expect you to see me." She said calmly, "Maybe this is God's will. Xue'er, let me go. I won't do anything to you. Let's go inside and talk."

Shen Yingxue was skeptical and led her into the house.

The room was dark, the candles had burned out, and the woman expertly found new candles and tinder, lit them, and took down the old ones and replaced them by the light of the fire.

Shen Yingxue saw that she was very skilled in her movements and might have come here often. She might really be King Zhongxin, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

The woman sat back down, as if she had already thought of what to say. She looked at Shen Yingxue with loving eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, "My son, you are finally back. I am your mother!"

Shen Yingxue frowned, very puzzled: "Ghost?"

"I'm not a ghost, good boy, listen to me carefully."

That year, the princess gave birth to a legitimate son, who was smart, cute, and healthy. Because of this child, the prince, who had always been rude to the princess, also showed some favoritism to her.

The extremely favored Concubine Zhang felt threatened. The princess had taken away her favor, and the child was very likely to inherit the throne. She and the princess did not have a good relationship. When the prince passed away, there would be no place for her. So she took action against the eldest son and sent someone to abduct him out of the house. She wanted to kill him directly, but the servant owed some money and saw that the eldest son was good-looking, so he sold him for thirty taels of silver. He came back and told Concubine Zhang that the man was already dead.

After the eldest son disappeared, the family searched everywhere but couldn't find the child. The princess fell seriously ill and used her private money to send people to continue looking for clues. The prince's mind was no longer on her, but on Concubine Zhang every day.

A few years passed like this, and Concubine Zhang gave birth to a son. The princess also found out the truth and found the servant who sold the eldest son. She summoned him for a face-to-face confrontation, hoping that the prince would do justice for the sake of the child.

Who knew that the prince was only concerned about his newborn son and didn't care about his eldest son's life or death. He simply punished Concubine Zhang and let the matter go.

The princess had spent all her dowry in her quest to find her son and had no more money. She had hoped that the prince would take into account their relationship and bring their child back, but she had not expected his reaction to be like this.

The princess thought about it for a long time, and then held a banquet to invite the prince and Concubine Zhang to drink. She acted gentle and considerate, told them that she had thought it through, and apologized to Concubine Zhang.

The two men came to the banquet without any suspicion. The princess put drugs in the wine and poisoned them to death.

She was worried about her son still wandering outside and didn't want to die like this. At this time, the housekeeper of the mansion suddenly appeared and said that he could help the princess. He taught the princess to pretend to be the prince, deal with the corpse, make up those rumors, and cover up the truth. The princess was trembling with fear at first when she pretended to be the prince, but later she found that men were just like that, and her social circle was full of bad friends and fools, so she was no longer afraid. She killed the housekeeper, pretended to be affectionate to the princess, made friends with her family, developed her own power, and looked for her son.

Shen Yingxue was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"When I looked for you, you were already seven years old. You didn't remember your mother, but instead recognized the leader of the Demon Cult as your father, and refused to come back. You were skilled in martial arts and smart, so your mother couldn't force you, so she could only think of a way to eliminate the Demon Cult and force you to come back."

Shen Yingxue looked at the only pot of cold water on the table and felt it was a pity. It would be great if there were some food and wine to listen to while eating.

"Mother has no choice." She said, "I thought you could go home without the evil cult, but who knew it would turn out like this and hurt you. Can you forgive mother?"

"Don't you think I'm the master of flowers?" Shen Yingxue had no sense of reality at all, as if she was still in a dream and had never woken up.

"I see, you are Xue'er." The princess looked at Shen Yingxue with tears in her eyes.

Shen Yingxue's reaction after hearing her identity was obviously not normal. Even if Hua Zhu pretended to be her, she couldn't pretend to be so similar. If Hua Zhu pretended to be her, she would definitely question her identity and then play up the deep love between mother and son.

Maybe his illness has really improved a lot and he will be able to recover in the future.

The princess asked, "Do you still blame mother?"

Shen Yingxue shook her head: "A tall tree attracts the wind. Even if you don't take action, someone else will. But I'm not sure, am I really your son?"

"You look so much like mother. Anyone who sees our faces will know that we are mother and son. Do we need any other evidence?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yingxue looked at her carefully.

The previous painting of a beauty on Prince Zhongxin's face was done with the ancient meticulous brushwork technique, with the facial features and body having been artistically processed. Now that it had become a real person, Shen Yingxue's first reaction was that it was the same as the person in the painting, and she did not think about anything else. Only now did she realize that it was indeed quite similar to herself.

No wonder she has always been lukewarm towards Zhu Ling. Zhu Ling is the son of Concubine Zhang. She has done her best by raising Zhu Ling.

Shen Yingxue's mind was in a mess. Dad suddenly became mom. Who could handle this?