"Your Highness, you are joking. If someone with ulterior motives heard this, they might think I'm here to bring disaster to the country."
Ye Lisheng remained silent.
At this moment, Wang Qiaochuan seconded the question, saying, "Your Highness, do you believe in reincarnation?"
He shook his head, unmoved by his words.
Because he had previously used such words to deceive his father, he did not want to be deceived again, so he shook his head.
Seeing that the fish hadn't taken the bait, Wang Qiaochuan seemed a little anxious.
He then addressed the matter he cared about most: "Your Highness, don't you want to find the person you're looking for?"
Sure enough, Ye Lisheng became anxious as soon as he finished speaking.
He grabbed his collar and asked, "The Celestial Master has seen him. Where is he?"
Wang Qiaochuan was quite satisfied with his reaction.
He was intimately familiar with all the weaknesses of human nature that he had observed through the psychic mirror over the past few centuries.
He was also an old friend of Wangsheng and Jiuyue.
Therefore, their weaknesses can be identified in no time.
"Did Your Highness hear the name of a woman named Wangsheng in your dreams?"
Have you ever seen a scene in your dreams where someone with silver hair kneels among spider lilies?
Ye Lisheng felt a sudden jolt of unease, wondering how he knew what he had dreamed about.
Could he really see a person's past and present lives?
Ye Lisheng asked, "Who exactly are you? Where are you from?"
Wang Qiaochuan was not worried about his wary expression.
Instead, she smiled kindly and said, "Where you come from is not important. Perhaps I come from the same place as you."
Seeing that he was not completely swayed, Wang Qiaochuan said again, "There is another person who went to Lan Yingfeng to find out about his past and present lives. Isn't Your Highness curious?"
"Who is it?" Ye Lisheng asked indifferently. He was not really curious about it. He didn't want to know who he was in his past and present lives, nor did he want to pay too much attention to it. For him, living well in the present was the most important thing.
"That person is the one the prince has been longing for and yearning for day and night."
He was startled and strode over to Wangqiaochuan, grabbing his sleeve and asking, "What did you do to him?"
I shook my head repeatedly and said, "What can I do? I merely pointed him in the right direction, a path to find his way home." Thinking this, Ye Lishan's heart pounded with fear.
I also wonder why I don't go myself. Maybe there will be a different kind of surprise. The girl didn't know why he was so eager to boast about himself. Could it be that Shan Shan was hiding some secret? Okay. After I finish this, I'll go. After he agreed, Wan Quanchuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although he only flashed by at Lingshan, he was still caught by him. He was caught very well. When the sun was just rising. Carrying his bag. Heading to Nan Yingfeng. Few people have heard of the three words "Man Feng". Some say it is a place where believers train, while others say it is a terrifying road to hell. No matter what it is, I have to go and see. Hmm. Hmm. Involuntarily, September will appear in my mind. Harmed the deceased. Machine. My sister harmed her own child's life, which I find unforgivable. I really can't believe it. If September really was born at night, how can I face him? Leave Ayasaki Ichiji. Su Yue Game. I've been walking on the road, but I always feel like I've never truly left, but rather remained stuck in the same place. Whenever I'm eager to move forward, I always feel... In my heart... I'm filled with melancholy. Lin Enterprise has undergone a complete transformation. Perhaps becoming... the new emperor... Governing in an orderly manner, still looking at him like this, I feel extremely happy. Hmm. After morning exercises, Ye Xilin arrived at the serene and empty Hua Yao shop. Hmph. How about I make you empress tomorrow? She cautiously asked him. Yanran is like a... Westerner... Protected, so perhaps you've done a good job in this regard. But his identity is lost... Not accepted by others, the first to oppose him is his own mother. A concubine is not acceptable, he is a prostitute. How can a woman from a brothel be worthy of becoming empress? Behind the scenes. This matter was decided after careful consideration, hoping for support from behind the scenes, not... Hmm. Opposed by others. Consort Ye. He doted on his son, giving him whatever he wanted. He glared at Yanran with a sharp, bitter look. After his initial bravado, he lowered his head like a wounded bird, humbled to the point of dust. Seeing this, Xia Yang stopped his chest and stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty and Her Majesty are doing this for your own good. Comparatively, the Empress's position should be given to... Your Majesty, your throne..." A crisp slap echoed in the empty room. A slap appeared on Xiao Yang's fair face, a shocking sight. "You're too impatient! How dare you, a mere servant, do this?" "Hmm. But... Is it something you need to teach me to do properly? At least I knelt down. You've wronged me! I've wronged you! I only wanted to share Your Majesty's burdens, that's why I said such a treasonous thing. Don't let me... I really saw you, Consort Yan." He was furious. He insisted on killing them all. On the moon. Meaning. The staff was embroidering. Suddenly a group of people rushed in. They ransacked his room. What are you doing? He didn't like that one of them found a small figure on his bedside table with needles stuck in it. The man said to arrest this person who practices witchcraft. They were arrested as if they had come prepared. They were restrained. With a slap. Consort Ye. A crisp slap sounded on Yiran's face. It was real. Although there was a handprint on her face, it didn't affect her beauty at all. Instead, it added a pitiful feeling to her. You dare to use witchcraft to frame me. Do you not want to live? Yiran shook her head repeatedly. She understood. Ye Xianlin had just ascended the throne and was in the consolidation stage. If something happened now, it would definitely affect his throne. Although she was very sad and wanted to cry, she still held back. She lowered her head and didn't speak. In everyone's eyes, he had become nobody. "Fine, you monster, today it really is witchcraft!" The man said, "Make up my face." He threw her back into the Apricot Blossom Pavilion. Xia Yang was the first to step forward with a dagger. She hated him to the core. She really wanted to use this opportunity to suppress him, to unleash all her grievances on Yanran. With a swift movement, she slashed at the tissue. The silver flowers radiated a fierce light, making the scene even colder in Xia's eyes. "Stop! What are you doing?" A voice echoed in her heart. Hearing a familiar voice, she felt a surge of annoyance, and now, in a moment of collapse, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Ye Xianlin, without paying his respects or regard for etiquette, hurriedly went to Yanran's side, pulled her into his arms, wiped away her tears, and whispered comforting words in her ear, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm really here, I'll really protect you." Consort Yue, never expecting her son to be so affectionate. I couldn't help but wonder if I really shouldn't have interfered. Just then, Xia Yang lit a fire on Panshan Mountain. "Goddess Huangshan, this is for your own good."
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