The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

"What? I always thought it was your uncle!" Tang Chujun also realized that he had not expressed himself clearly enough. "Your uncle also has a leaf-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck, so I recognized the wrong person. I always thought it was your uncle who carried me to Baoguo Temple when I was a child..."

Shi Anxia: "..."

Mother, you can't fall in love with a man just because he carried you to Baoguo Temple, right?

Tang Chujun chattered in front of his daughter, telling her everything about how he sat alone crying on the steps of Baoguo Temple when he was a child, and then was carried up on the back of Emperor Mingde.

"How amazing, Xia'er!" Tang Chujun's eyes sparkled, like an innocent girl. "The emperor said that he only carried people on his back twice in his life, and both times it was me. Don't you think it's weird? Hee... It's really weird!"

Shi Anxia looked at her mother's beautiful appearance and remembered that Cen Yuan had reminded her more than once, "Your mother is only in her thirties..."

Yes, her mother is only in her thirties. When she was young, she was bullied by Zhu Yingying and dared not to speak out. When she grew up, she was framed and could only put up with it.

The last life ended in such depression...

Now, not only she can protect her mother, but her brother can also protect her mother, as well as her uncle... Looking around, almost no one dares to make her mother angry.

A mother can live the life she wants!

Emperor Mingde is actually a very good person. Who knows if he will always be this good? At least he is really a good person now.

Hey, Shi Anxia's heart moved, "Mom, does my aunt know about the birthmark?"

Tang Chujun thought for a moment and said, "I know, she knows..."

Shi Anxia understood! She finally understood what her great aunt said to her in her last life, holding her hand before she died.

The eldest aunt said, "Actually, your mother recognized the wrong person... Sister Chu Jun recognized the wrong person."

She had not understood what this meant at first, but now she did.

In other words, my aunt Yu Sujun had known for a long time that my mother had recognized the wrong person, but she never said it out loud for fear that my mother would lose the only remaining good memories.

My aunt is really...a rare and considerate person.

Seeing his daughter in a daze, Tang Chujun asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shi Anxia suddenly laughed, "Is mother in love with Emperor Mingde?"

Tang Chujun laughed heartlessly, "Of course! Apart from the bad guys like the Empress Dowager, who in our Northern Wing would dislike Emperor Mingde?"

At that time, An Xiala's mother lay down, looking at the top of the tent, with a gentle smile on her lips, "What I'm talking about is not the kind of 'like' you mentioned. What I'm talking about is the kind of infatuation a woman has for her beloved."

Tang Chujun was stunned, his smile suddenly disappeared, he propped himself up halfway and patted his daughter's face, "What nonsense are you talking about? That's the emperor! How can ordinary people like us fall in love with the emperor? He is like the moon in the sky, we can only look up to him, but we can't touch him."

Shi Anxia twisted her mother's black hair with her hands, "The light of the moon in the sky can also shine on you, what can't be touched? Besides, he carried you to Baoguo Temple when you were a child, and he still carries you to Baoguo Temple now. Isn't this fate?"

Tang Chujun was upset by his daughter's words. His face was red and his heart was beating fast. He lay down and covered his head with the quilt. "Go to sleep. I don't want to talk anymore. I'm sleepy."

Shi Anxia propped up her elbow and held her chin, and said solemnly to her, "It's almost dawn, and you want to send your daughter away with just a sentence like 'I don't want to talk anymore, I'm sleepy'? Mother, the Buddha is watching us! If you say one thing and mean another, the Buddha will be angry."

Tang Chujun pitifully pulled the quilt down a little, revealing a pair of beautiful black eyes. Her long eyelashes were like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and they flickered with her beating heart. "Xia'er, mother is already old..."

"Your son-in-law said that life is just beginning in your thirties."

"But I've been divorced."

"Emperor Mingde is not a teenager either. He also has many children and a harem full of concubines."

"But I don't want to enter the palace. I just want to be with you and Qi'er, and with your mother." Tang Chujun is a little stupid, but after experiencing so much pain and blows, she already knows very well what kind of life she wants next.

Shi Anxia felt relieved, and her eyes were filled with relief. "Does mother really think so?"

"Yeah." Tang Chujun pulled the quilt off completely and asked, "Xia'er, what are you worried about? Are you worried that I will enter the palace?"

It's not a good thing for my mother to become smart and sharp. Shi Anxia smiled awkwardly, "No, what can I worry about? Anyway, no matter what you want to do, I will always support you."

"Oh, my little dog is so caring." Tang Chujun stretched out his arms and hugged his daughter, letting her sleep in his arms.

She patted her daughter's chest gently, like coaxing a baby, "In fact, God has been very good to me. My son was returned, my daughter was found, and my daughter's benefactor is still alive... By the way, I just happened to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" Shi Anxia asked with her eyes closed.

"Let me tell you a story." Tang Chujun told the story of "Ninety-Nine Stages of Love", and Anxia's eyelids drooped as she heard it.

"Did Emperor Mingde tell you?"

"Yes, that's right." Tang Chujun said, "I won't go back with you today. I plan to stay in Baoguo Temple for a few more days to heal my feet. Then I will climb these ninety-nine steps, knocking my feet one by one, to pray for your mother."

Shi Anxia lost her sleepiness again and opened her eyes wide, "Mother, please pray for me to come. You go back and take care of me."

Tang Chujun sighed deeply, "You don't need to persuade me, I have already thought about this matter. Your mother didn't save your life, she saved my life. You and Qi'er are the lifeblood of your mother..."

Shi Anxia's eyes suddenly filled with tears. Before she could say anything, she heard Bei Hui's voice coming from outside the door, "Madam, are you awake?"

Shi Anxia knew that Bei Hui would not wake her up so early in the morning unless she encountered something urgent, so she raised her voice, "Bei Hui, come in and talk."

With a creak, the door opened and Bei Hui came in. She walked closer to the bed and said, "Good morning, madam. Good morning, old madam."

"What happened?" Shi Anxia had already sat up and started to put on her coat.

Bei Hui reached out to put the cloak on her while reporting, "Miss An Rou's child is gone. Then she came to the gate of Baoguo Temple in the middle of the night yesterday, knocking her head on the 99 steps. Just when she finally reached the top, her legs went weak and she rolled down. The monks sweeping the floor were so scared that all the monks in the temple have now run down."

Shi Anxia rubbed his eyebrows and felt a headache.

This guy is really good at making trouble! Now he is running to the Buddha to make trouble. Is he trying to be reborn again?

Bei Hui continued, "When I went downstairs just now and saw that it was her, I quickly came to report to the Madam. Should we intervene in this matter?"

Before Anxia could say anything, Tang Chujun put his hands together and spoke, "Save her first, and accumulate blessings for your mother. Amitabha, please bless Yao Sheng to be safe and sound, and everything will go smoothly."