the Beijang Prince's Mansion, things didn't turn out as she had imagined. An Xuetang asked Shou'er and Kang'er to look after her and taught her some life skills.Besides that, An Xuetang didn't let th...So when she heard from the almsgiver that he could prove Shuangshuang's identity, she couldn't help but wonder if he really had a way to do so

Mo Yunjing, who always had an unchanging face, unexpectedly showed a hint of surprise after hearing Hua Yuan's words.

He slowly raised his head to look at Huayuan, his voice emotionless. "I wonder, Master, what method do you have to prove the relationship between my mother and Shuangshuang"

"This monk saw it in an ancient book. It said that if you mix the blood of a living person with the skeleton of a dead one, and the skeleton changes, then it means there is a blood relationship between them."

"..."

An Xuetang, as a person from modern times, was the first to express disbelief at what Huaiyuan said. Using the blood of a living person on the bones of a dead one, what could possibly change

She hadn't said anything yet, but Huai Yuan continued, "Of course, it's not as simple as just dripping blood onto the skeleton. Ancient texts mention a kind of medicine water that must first be mixed with human blood, and then dripped onto the human skeleton. Only then is it possible to see anything."

"……"

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes slightly. How could she not believe it

But whether she believes it or not, this is still a way, just this begging…

Then, An Xue Tang glanced at Mo Yun Jing before turning to Huayuan.

"The master's methods might work, but perhaps the master has forgotten that our mother's remains were stolen from her tomb and haven't been found since. We've looked for them, but there's been no news."

Speaking of the missing remains of the late Empress, the monk Hua Yuan also sighed, "What the Princess said is true. Now that the remains of the late Empress are gone without a trace, the method I just mentioned cannot be carried out. The most important thing now is to find the remains of the late Empress first, but…"

At this point, Hua Yuan suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed in thought as he looked at Mo Yunjing with a contemplative expression.

"However, besides using the former empress's remains as proof, there are other options. Whether or not to use them depends on King Beijiang."

An Xuetang and Mo Yunjing looked at each other, both of them were not fools. After realizing this point, they both thought of the infant who had been harmed after being taken out of the palace years ago.

That infant, who was already just a skeleton, has now been cremated and buried on the back mountain of Jinchuan Temple. The monk who took care of her also performed a ritual to help her soul reach enlightenment.

Now that they mentioned begging alms, both of them thought of Mo Yunjing, the deceased imperial sister.

An Xue Tang narrowed her eyes slightly, "Master Huai Yuan, are you planning to use Shuangshuang's blood to drip onto the skeleton of that infant buried at the back mountain of Jinchuan Temple"

Hua Yuan nodded slightly, "That's right, only two people related by blood can prove it this way."

After Huai Yuan finished speaking, the room fell silent. After a moment, Mo Yun Jing finally spoke, “Shuang Shuang has already left, and this King doesn't want to disturb that child in the mountains.”

Hua Yuan frowned, he clearly didn't understand Mo Yun Jing's choice. He looked at An Xue Tang, then at Mo Yun Jing. Seeing that An Xue Tang hadn't spoken, he asked in puzzlement:

"Doesn't King Beijiang want to know if there is any connection between Shuangshuang and the late Empress"

An Xue Tang also looked at Mo Yun Jing.

Mo Yunjing fell silent for a moment, his low voice devoid of any emotion as he said, "I don't want to. Even if it were proven, what good would it do Shuangshuang is doing well now."

So, why bother with Biubi's background

Whether she is the daughter of the former empress or not, now that she is still alive and living a good life, she is far more fortunate than the child on the mountain behind Jinchuan Temple.

And if what the monk said about that year's events were true, then it might be better not to investigate these matters of birth and lineage.

Even if the truth were to be found, how would Shuangshuang face her own origins

The mother was the late Empress, but the father was not the Emperor. So even if this background were to be clarified, what use would it be

An Xuetang undoubtedly knew Mo Yunjing best, so after Mo Yunjing asked this question, she understood exactly what he was thinking. And naturally, she supported him unconditionally.

Huai Yuan was a little unwilling, he still wanted to say something, but An Xue Tang spoke before him, "Master, our prince's words are already clear enough, and I support his actions. I hope Master understands."

Huayuan moved his lips, but seeing the firmness on An Xuetang's face and Mo Yunjing's eyes that refused any argument, he could only sigh slightly and shake his head.

“Well, well, it's all your family business after all. This old monk has no reason to interfere. It's just that the events of that year have always been a mystery. I won't hide anything from you; I want to know what happened back then even more than you do. But for all these years, this old monk hasn't been able to find out anything.”

Huayuan slowly stood up, his gaze somewhat dejected. He took a long look at Mo Yunjing and couldn't help but sigh:

It seems the knot in this monk's heart cannot be untied. Back then, the late Empress entrusted her child to this monk, but alas, this monk has ultimately betrayed her trust.

After finishing, he looked at An Xuetang again and continued, "Perhaps it's guilt that weighs on my heart. When I saw little Shuangshuang, the monk thought to himself, 'If she were the late Empress' daughter, then perhaps this old monk wouldn't be completely useless. At least one of his daughters is still alive.'"

An Xuetang's eyes showed no emotion as she stared at Huayuan, simply saying, "Master, you don't need to think too much. What happened back then wasn't your fault. It wasn't something you wanted to see happen either. I believe Mother would know this and wouldn't blame you, Master. Please let it go."

The beggar monk sighed, "Since that's the case, this humble monk will take his leave now."

An Xuetang slightly nodded and stood up, "Master, walk slowly."

Even Mo Yunjing, who was standing nearby, rarely stood up to see them off.

……

After Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang saw Hua Yuan leave, the two of them didn't stay in the reception hall any longer. They prepared to return to Jingtang Garden.

Ke Gang had just taken two steps when Mo Yunjing suddenly said, "Tangtang, do you want to go sightseeing"

An Xuetang blinked. "Sightseeing Going out"

"Mm."

These days, she has been practically staying in Fengming's room trying to figure out the cause of her illness. Besides reading medical books and concocting medicine, he thought it was time to take her out for some fresh air.

If it had been before, she would have agreed to go out sightseeing if he suggested it. But right now, with Feng Ming still lying in bed unconscious, she really wasn't in the mood to go out.

Mo Yunjing saw the look on her face and knew she wanted to refuse. Before she could even open her mouth, he had already encircled her waist and lifted her up, turning to leave the mansion.

Mo Yunjing lowered his head, his dark and deep eyes fixed on her. In a low voice, he said, "Stay with me today."

This sounds like he's being quite pitiful. disappointed expressions on their faces, Fu'er wore a look of sadness. She shook her head, "I really wasn't pretending earlier, don't you believe me"Ning'er squinted at her, her eyes clearly showing...