When he lowered his eyes, the hair on his forehead fell down, covering his beautiful profile. He looked sideways, stood up, and wanted to leave, but Su Lieyang held his shoulders.

"How could you admit your mistake? You and she are exactly the same."

As he said that, Su Lieyang frowned and lowered his gaze, and glanced at the people around him, "You all should step aside."

"Yes, Prince Regent."

After the words fell, the person guarding them bent down and retreated.

After there were no servants, Su Lieyang walked to the desk beside him and took out a painting from the hidden compartment under the desk. The painting looked very old, but Su Lieyang held it in his hand.

When I was there, I would still touch her twice.

Then he brought the painting in front of him and said, "I don't know where you have been all these years, but I have really been looking for you."

Lin Junlan lowered her eyes and discovered that the painting was of a woman with a peerless appearance. Her eyebrows were somewhat similar to his, but she was a little more gentle and feminine.

"When you were three years old, you were taken away as a prince by Xi Zuo, who was arranged by Nan Guo. Do you know how much I blame myself?"

Lin Junlan: "..."

He had no impression of what Su Lieyang said. Ever since he could remember, he had been bought and sold everywhere. He really couldn't tell what the truth was.

It's just... the person in this painting really looks like him.

"Do you still remember your mother? She was a gentle woman. Half a year after you were lost, she became ill from overwork and left me.

Lin Junlan's eyes trembled, and she raised her gaze and looked at Su Lieyang, silent, but he still frowned.

Then, he slowly shook his head and said, "I don't remember, not even a little bit."

"My child, I know it's hard for you to accept it now, but you are really my child. You are the young master of my regent's palace."

"Young Master..."

Lin Junlan suddenly felt a little ironic. A few hours ago, he was accused of implicating the nine clans, but now he was the young master of the northern royal family.

Yun Ni's different identity seems ironic.

The wound on his shoulder hurt uncomfortably. He lowered his eyes, looked at the torn wound on his palm, and asked, "Since you said that I am your young master, is it okay for me to make any request?"

"Of course, as long as I can do it."

Su Lieyang agreed immediately, fearing that there would be any neglect if it was too late.

Lin Junlan slowly put away the painting in her hand, then raised her eyes and said in an indifferent voice, "Okay, I want Fu Shiting to kneel in front of my house for three days and three nights. How about it?"

It shouldn't be too much for someone as arrogant as Fu Shiting to hurt him on the shoulder, stab him with a silver needle, and have the intention of killing him. Let him kneel in front of him for three days.

"Kneel down for three days, why?"

Su Lieyang didn't understand. Logically speaking, General Fu had just returned from the border and should not offend anyone.

Lin Junlan frowned. He didn't want to say the reason, so he turned his gaze and said, "There is no reason. I just think he is stupid. Isn't that okay?"

Su Lieyang: "..."

The person standing let out a long sigh and felt a little embarrassed, "Shi Ting is the young general who is the god of war in the North. If there is no reason, it would be inappropriate to make him kneel for three days."

The God of War is the sharp sword of the country and is highly valued by the people. It is probably not appropriate to let such a person kneel for three days and spread the word.

Noticing Su Lieyang's embarrassment, he actually knew that Su Lieyang would definitely not agree to his request. It was just a little test.

Lowering his gaze, he lay on the bed again, "Forget it, I'm a little tired and want to rest."

"Dad, I won't disturb your rest."

When Su Lieyang saw the person on the bed turning sideways, he didn't know what to say. He just told him to have a good rest and walked out.

Lin Junlan: "..."

After Su Lieyang went out, Lin Junlan lay on his side and looked at the palm of his hand, "Son of the Regent, what is the word slave on the palm of this hand?"

Could it be that someone else carved it? But who could have carved such a word in his hand?

If it is true as Fu Shiting said, everyone with the word "Slave" on their palms is dead, then how did he survive?

There were more and more questions, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. But when he became annoyed, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

After applying medicine to the wound, it no longer hurt much. After I felt that my internal strength had recovered to almost 10%, I thought about going into the palace to inquire about Gu Jingxu's condition.

I don’t know where your Royal Highness is now.

He stood up carefully, put on a black plain coat, and opened the door. The moment he opened the door, he suddenly saw a person kneeling in his yard.

The soft moonlight shone on his body, illuminating his unruly figure. His black hair fell on his side, and his blue-green clothes were paired with soft white. I don't know if it was because of the moonlight that his whole body looked a bit...

hazy.

"..."

Silently looking at the person kneeling in front of the door, he leaned against the door, folded his hands in front of himself, smiled sarcastically, and said, "It turns out that the young general is really kneeling here. It really makes me

surprise."

Fu Shiting: "..."

The kneeling man raised his gaze and looked at Lin Junlan, who was standing by the door, with a complicated and sad expression, "How is your injury?"

After a long silence, he said these words.

"Injured? Don't worry, you won't die."

Lin Junlan straightened up, walked down the steps, and walked in front of Fu Shiting, "Who asked you to kneel, Prince Regent?"

Fu Shiting lowered his eyes and shook his head, "I just apologize to you."

"I'm sorry. I hurt you without investigating clearly."

Lin Junlan smiled and said, "The young general also thinks that a person sold on the street cannot be the son of the regent."

"To be honest, I didn't even think of it myself."

Who would have thought...

"However, since the general is here to plead guilty, then just kneel down and keep kneeling until I ask you to get up."

After saying that, Lin Junlan turned around again and prepared to enter the house.

Tonight, the young general was kneeling, thinking that he couldn't enter the palace anymore, so he might as well go back to the house, take a nap, and think of a reason to enter the palace tomorrow.

For example, let the regent Su Lieyang bring him into the palace openly and honestly.

"Wait, are you really him?"

When Lin Junlan turned around and was about to walk into the house, Fu Shiting spoke in a low voice and asked again.

"What do you think, am I him?"

Lin Junlan's eyes stared at the flickering lights in the room, "You don't know the answer, and I... don't even know."

"Why don't we all take a gamble and see if this fate is still unfair to my father-in-law."

Lin Junlan glanced sideways, staring at Fu Shiting with her beautiful and silent eyes, "By the way, the regent said that when I was a child, I wanted to marry you."
Chapter completed!