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Prince Yan sat in front of the windowsill and quietly stared in the direction of the courtyard.

Shadow Six had trimmed the courtyard. The flowers and plants were still eye-catching, but as noble as Prince Yan, he had seen all kinds of famous flowers. He was just thinking about her when he saw it.

Yan Jiuchao did not immediately disturb him. Instead, he stood behind him and sized up his back. After not seeing him for a few days, he had lost some weight. He sat there alone, and even the corners of his clothes emitted loneliness.

!!

After standing for an unknown period of time, Yan Jiuchao finally said softly, “Father.”

Prince Yan’s consciousness returned. He turned around slowly and said in a hoarse voice, “You’re here.”

He was not surprised that Yan Jiuchao had found this place. Whether it was Shadow Thirteen and Shadow Six telling him or Xiao Zhenting leaving a message in the Helian Manor.

As long as he wanted to, he could always find him.

Yan Jiuchao placed the food box in his hand on the table in front of him. “There’s no steamed cake from the north in Nanzhao. This was made by a chef who had been to the Great Zhou. It’s stuffed with bean paste, osmanthus powder, and sprinkled with white sesame.”

When he felt sad, he would always want something sweet. Even though Prince Yan could not eat it, his son had bought it, so he still tried his best to eat it. He thought of something and put down his chopsticks. “I remember that you liked to eat steamed cake when you were young. I wonder if all these years…”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Shadow Six had told him that Cong’er had been poisoned and could not taste it for many years. Now, he could barely taste some sourness and spiciness, but it was not a normal taste.

Prince Yan felt a strong sense of guilt. “Cong’er, do you blame Father?”

“Blame you for what?” Yan Jiuchao asked.

Prince Yan opened his mouth, not knowing how to speak. Of course, just because he did not say it did not mean that Yan Jiuchao did not know how to guess.

Yan Jiuchao poured him a cup of tea. “Don’t think too much. It’s all in the past.”

After a pause, Yan Jiuchao said, “Don’t be sad.”

You still have me.

The father and son were both quiet people. They sat for a long time and did not say much. Yan Jiuchao asked Prince Yan to rest early while he went to Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen’s room.

The two of them expected him to come and were already waiting in the room.

“Young Master.” The two of them bowed.

Yan Jiuchao entered the room expressionlessly.

Shadow Six scratched his head and asked softly, “Is His Highness alright?”

The two of them did not receive any news in advance, so they did not know that Xiao Zhenting and Shangguan Yan had come to the Capital and even moved here.

The moment Prince Yan and Shangguan Yan looked at each other, Shadow Six’s heart almost jumped out of his throat!

He could not imagine how such a couple who had been separated for more than ten years could face each other again. It was obvious how upset Shangguan Yan was when she cried like that. His Highness did not cry, but did he not feel upset?

Shadow Six looked at the prince’s thin back and felt that his heart was dead.

All of this was caused by that crazy woman, Nangong Yan. Shadow Six hated her to death!

Shadow Thirteen was not as agitated as Shadow Six. Although he also felt sorry for His Highness and Young Master, his heart was cold. As usual, there was no sadness or joy on Yan Jiuchao’s face. He said indifferently, “Have you gained anything these days?”

Shadow Thirteen said, “We didn’t find anything about the Helian family for the time being, but we found something regarding His Highness and Nangong Yan.”

Yan Jiuchao said, “Speak.”

Shadow Thirteen raised his senselessness to the extreme and after confirming that there was no one eavesdropping around, his expression turned serious and he said, “Nangong Li is not His Highness’s flesh and blood, nor is Nangong Xi. The child who appeared in Yan City back then and was seen by Mrs. Yao… was simply fake!”

… .

The lights were just turned on.

Prince Yan strolled through the noisy street.

This was the Capital’s annual lantern show. In the past, it was set on Qixi, but this year, it was delayed to the Hungry Ghost Festival because of the drought. Perhaps it was because they had been waiting for a long time, but this lantern show was much livelier than previous years.

Prince Yan went to buy a box of steamed cake. When he returned to his original spot, they were gone. Prince Yan looked around. Finally, he saw a beautiful figure in a light purple dress in front of a vendor selling lotus lamps.

He walked over happily and approached her from behind. He pulled her hand and placed the steamed cake in her hand. “Yan’er!”

The woman turned around and looked at him in shock.

“Ah!” Prince Yan’s expression changed. He quickly let go of her hand and the hot steamed cake fell to the ground. He took a step back and bowed politely. “I recognized the wrong person. I’m sorry!”

Prince Yan left awkwardly.

Nangong Yan stared blankly at his departing figure and asked the secret guard beside her, “Who is he?”