After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Birds chirped and a pale sky appeared faintly in the horizon.

The young man was in a daze when he heard two deliberately suppressed murmurs beside the bed.

"Although I don't expect a reward, I must show my face and leave my name after saving someone!"

"Another strange theory that my aunt came up with?"

"Of course! Auntie always has some very interesting things to say!"

"...Hey, Ah Chong, don't pull my veil!"

His eyelids moved slightly, and after a long effort, he finally opened his eyes. In the dim morning light, the boy vaguely saw the outline of a girl.

He remembered her. Last night, she was the one who didn't care that he was dirty and in a mess. She squatted down to feel his pulse and check for his injuries.

Her brother tried to stop her from saving him, but the girl insisted on saving him.

How stupid! How dare you save a dying person on the roadside late at night?

She was totally defenseless.

Just as the young man was thinking, he heard the girl was surprised that he woke up and asked with concern: "You are awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"Where is this?" The boy was very cooperative: "It was you who saved me?"

Before she finished speaking, she saw the person beside the girl, who must be Ah Chong, whom she had called just now. She said seriously, "You are in my villa. I am Ah Chong. The one who saved you is my elder sister. Zhuo Zhuo, Zhuo is a very capable person! Don't make a mistake! Look, this is what she looks like!"

Xuanyuan Chong gently poked his own sister's cheek, but was elbowed by his sister who could no longer bear it.

And the young man murmured: "Zhuozhuo?"

Xuanyuan Zhuo, who had taken off her veil, said in a friendly tone, "Yes! Zhuozhuo is me! What's your name?"

"Return, admire, return date."

"What a nice name!" Xuanyuan Zhuo exclaimed, and then comforted him: "Don't worry, we mean no harm. Your injuries are quite serious, but my mother has examined you and bandaged your wounds. My mother is a very good doctor, you will be fine."

"Here, this is for you."

In the girl's open palm was a candied date candy wrapped in a paper bag.

"Try this, it's my mother's secret recipe, sweet and soft. When I was a kid and I took medicine, my mother used this to comfort me." After a pause, the girl put the candy wrapper next to the bed, "Oh! Where do you live? I'll ask someone to send you a message that you're safe?"

"I am an orphan and I have no home." The boy said in a hoarse voice.

As expected, the girl said apologetically: "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, the girl changed the subject: "You should have a good rest first. I will bring you chicken soup later."

Xuanyuan Zhuo left the warm room, frowning and looking worried.

Xuanyuan Chong saw it, hesitated, and decided to remind: "Sister, he lied."

"I know." Xuanyuan Zhuo was very clear-headed: "On the night I rescued him, although he was wearing rags, his nails were neatly trimmed without any stains. And when I helped my mother apply medicine to him, I saw that most of the scars on his body were left by swords and knives over the years."

After a pause, the girl stood beside the vines hanging down from the courtyard corridor and said seriously, "A Chong, stretch out your right hand."

Xuanyuan Chong followed her instructions and when he saw the calluses on his palms and knuckles, he understood immediately: "I thought you, sister, didn't notice."

Anyone who practices swordsmanship for many years cannot escape the formation of calluses.

Xuanyuan Zhuo plucked a small red flower and said slowly, "He must be literate."

“And a handsome young man who has been practicing swordsmanship for many years and was seriously injured in the middle of the night and ended up wandering in a deserted courtyard on the corner of the street… um… Ah Chong, I think we have finally made it into the martial arts world!!”

"Wow!" Xuanyuan Chong was excited: "Mom, Dad, and Uncle Yan have been so mysterious these past two days. And Mu Gui's appearance is just right. I think my sister and I might be able to solve the case faster!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Zhuo became very interested: "When we get something out of Mu Gui, we must call mother and father, and Uncle Yan and the others will look at him differently!"

At the same time, by the flower window in the study.

The black-robed King Feng Ran looked through the window screen at the two heads huddled together plotting under the eaves.

After sighing helplessly, he retracted his gaze and looked at A Bao who was standing across the desk.

But she was seen looking at the warm room where the young man was resting, as if she was thinking about something and was absent-minded.

In the silence of the room, King Feng Ran thought of the young man, whose eyes and eyebrows resembled the young master of the barbarian tribe, Bai Muliang, by six points.

"The black-clad assassin the night before used a concealed weapon of the same type as the barbarian assassin, the Golden Scorpion. The physical evidence found in the inn had the same pattern as the Yang family's murder case, which was the half of the jade pendant that the vulture wore back then."

After a pause, the scene of beheading the witch queen Mi Dai outside the Snow Valley that year emerged in his mind.

Half a month after the Witch Queen's death, King Ule suffered a series of defeats and committed suicide.

At that time, Bai Rong wanted to exercise the power of the witch queen in the name of the wife of the young master Bai Muliang and control the 16 barbarian troops, but she was killed by King Wule's other sons. However, Yi Yan disappeared completely since then.

The black-robed Feng Ran Wang asked, "Do you suspect that he is Bai Muliang's son?"

Hearing this, A Bao came back to his senses and said with certainty: "Based on the black birthmark on his chest, the boy is indeed from the barbarian royal family. But, he has nothing to do with Bai Muliang."

Only she and Wanwan knew about Bai Muliang's affairs.

After a moment of silence, A Bao said coldly: "…It doesn't matter whether he is related to Yi Yan or not."

"When I treated his wounds the night before, I used poison."

"If you misunderstand him, I will naturally detoxify him."

"If he really came with malicious intent, there is no need to be lenient."