I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

Inside the Yong'an Palace.

A beautiful woman walked over slowly, holding a letter in her hand.

"Your Highness, look..." Although the words were soft and gentle, the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed.

When Prince Yong'an saw his beloved wife coming in, he was about to stand up to greet her, but was signaled to sit down with his eyes. He sat back in his chair and took the letter from his beloved wife, "What is this...?"

"You will know when you see it..." Princess Yong'an nodded and motioned for the prince to look first. Although she was anxious, she was powerless to do anything.

Prince Yongan flipped through it and finished reading it.

"Is it true?" He frowned and looked at his beloved wife. In this letter, Yang Liu wrote about her identity as 'Yang Yuzhou', and the fact that the Yang family was plotting rebellion was false and they were framed. She also stated that she had all the witnesses and evidence in her hands. At the end, there was Yang Liu's heart-wrenching cry.

"It's probably true." The princess nodded slightly, accepting the authenticity of the letter. She had never thought that the child of her deceased best friend would escape. When the incident happened, she cried for several days and almost cried her eyes blind. She begged her prince to think of a solution every day, but unfortunately, she was powerless in the end.

Prince Yong'an looked through the letter for a while, put it away, and was about to get up, but was stopped by the princess, who shook her head.

"Your Highness, you can't do that. We don't have any evidence yet, so you must not act rashly." Although the princess was also anxious about this matter, she was still clear-headed. "Why not go and fetch my nephew first, find out more clearly, and then redress General Yang's grievances."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You go and arrange it." Prince Yong'an calmed down immediately after hearing what his beloved wife said. He was too excited. He didn't help at all at the beginning, and he has been feeling guilty ever since then.

"Yes, Your Highness." The princess bowed and turned to go out. She was also anxious and this matter could not wait at all.

Although it was late at night, the side door of the palace was still quietly opened, and several figures came out of the side door with a carriage and headed out of the city. In their hands were the tokens of the palace, which were unique in the whole city and symbolized authority and status.

The carriage sped all the way, heading directly to the dilapidated Taoist temple in the far suburbs outside the city. In this dark night, their only destination was there, as if there was some great secret or a great mission waiting for them.

However, when they were about to reach the Taoist temple, another team of people happened to rush over from the other direction, and their goal was also this dilapidated Taoist temple. The two teams met unexpectedly at the gate of the Taoist temple and stopped at the gate of the Taoist temple. For a moment, the silence of the late night was broken and the atmosphere became very tense.

"Which family are you from?" The first person to greet was someone from the Yong'an Palace, who came out and saluted.

"We are not worth mentioning. On the contrary, you are from the Yong'an Palace, right?" Seeing that the person on the other side seemed easy to talk to, he also answered.

"Your Excellency has good eyesight."

"Then maybe our mission today is the same."

The leaders of the two sides went back and forth.

With a "creak", the two groups of people who were greeting each other were interrupted and looked towards the open door.

It was Yang Zhao who came out. "Are you from the Yong'an Palace?" Yang Zhao's appearance was now neatly dressed, and neither side could recognize that he was the person who delivered the letter today.

Among the group of people who were asked, the leader immediately responded, "Yes."

"Are these people from the General's Mansion?" Yang Zhao looked at another group of people.

"Yes..." Those who were asked later also agreed.

Yang Zhao nodded, as if to understand, "I know who you are here to pick up, but the young master is not feeling well, so he may need someone to carry him." His expression made him look like a cold and capable butler.

Then he looked at the people from the General's Mansion and said, "People from the General's Mansion go back first. Later, people from the Yong'an Prince's Mansion will send the young master back." After all, their trip was really in vain.

The leader frowned but didn't show anything. He gave an order behind him and led his men away.

Yang Zhao looked at the crowd that was gradually going away, and he was certain that although those people were from the General's Mansion, he didn't recognize any of them. Were they arranged by Yang Liuxin? When exactly...

He retracted his gaze and said, "Someone come in with me..." Yang Zhao glanced at the group of people from Yong'an Palace at the bottom of the stairs, then turned and went into the house.

With the rustling sound in the crowd.

"Let me do it." Then a middle-aged man who looked quite burly walked out of the crowd.

Inside the house, Yang Liu was dressed in green, with her black hair loose and half tied into a ponytail. At first glance, she looked like a cold and thin young boy.

"Young Master, people from the palace are here." Yang Zhao led people into the house, but he was very surprised in his heart. He really didn't expect that people from the palace would really come as Yang Liu said.

"Okay." Yang Liu nodded when she saw the tall and strong man wearing a servant's clothes.

She looked at the other person apologetically and said, "Sorry to trouble you, big brother." After all, she was currently disabled and was really causing trouble for him.

"It's okay. It's my blessing to carry you on my back." The middle-aged man lowered his eyebrows and bowed. Based on his experience in martial arts, the young man in front of him was probably injured and had a physical illness.

"Yes, thank you for your help." Yang Liu nodded without explaining too much. She turned back to look at Yang Zhao, hoping that Yang Zhao would understand and not get caught. But this child looked precocious, and he was not stage-frightened when he went out to greet people just now. He should be able to accompany her to finish this scene, right?

"A Zhao, come and help me."

"Okay, sir." When Yang Zhao heard Yang Liu's call, he stepped forward and worked together with the middle-aged man to carry Yang Liu on his back.

In fact, Yang Liu was very light, and did not need two people to support her. But she could see the restraint in the man's eyes, so she had to tell the young boy.

"Thank you, A Zhao." Yang Liu lay on the man and thanked Yang Zhao.

"Young master, let's set off then." The middle-aged man held Yang Liu and spoke.

"it is good."

The middle-aged man carried Yang Liu on his back and walked out. The people waiting outside all turned their eyes to Yang Liu and his group.

The group led Yang Liu and the others out of the ruined temple, and it took them a stick of incense to get to the official road. The middle-aged man put Yang Liu in the carriage and asked Yang Zhao to sit in it to take care of Yang Liu. The carriage was pulled along with them to the official road. After all, the road was very bumpy and it was not convenient for injured people to ride in the carriage.

The group set off towards the road back to the city.

Although they were in a hurry, they did not let the horse go too fast. Along the way, Yang Liu was relatively well, thanks to the fact that the injury on her hip had healed a lot.

Inside the carriage, Yang Liu and Yang Zhao chatted in low voices.

"How do you know that someone from the Yong'an Palace will come to pick you up?" Finally, Yang Zhao asked the question he had wanted to ask all the way.

Since they were free anyway, Yang Liu glanced at Yang Zhao and closed his eyes to rest, but he did not forget to answer Yang Zhao's question, "Because of the relationship between General Yang and Prince Yong'an." If Yang Zhao knew more, it would be easier for them to act.

"They? What's their relationship?" Yang Zhao frowned, very puzzled. How come he didn't know the relationship between his father and Prince Yong'an?

"First, General Yang's son married his daughter as a child to establish good relations between the two families. Second, Princess Yong'an and General Yang's wife were close friends. Third, it's a secret~"

"Ah..." Yang Zhao was stunned when he heard the first reason. What? He and his little sister had a childhood engagement? His mother never mentioned it to him. But how did Yang Liu know about this? And what was the third reason? Isn't it the same as not saying it?

He was increasingly confused about Yang Liu. How did she know so much? What was she going to do? Countless questions kept lingering in Yang Zhao's mind.

But it was obvious that Yang Liu had no idea of ​​his identity.

"How do you know everything? Who are you?" Yang Zhao asked Yang Liu again without giving up.

"I told you, I am Yang Yuzhou, the legitimate son of the ever-victorious General Yang Jing..." Yang Liu spoke with a smile, emphasizing the three words "Yang Yuzhou".

Yang Zhao couldn't see any other expression on her face.

Three hours ago.

"You said that someone from Yong'an Palace is coming to pick you up?" Yang Zhao, who was changing Yang Liu's clothes, was interrupted by Yang Liu's words.

"Yes." Yang Liu nodded and replied.

Now Yang Liu can sit up, which is a cause for celebration.

After helping Yang Liu put on her clothes, Yang Zhao began to take care of her hair. At Yang Liu's request, he combed her hair into a simple style. "But didn't you ask someone from the general's mansion to pick you up?" Yang Zhao asked while he was busy.

"Yes." Yang Liu nodded.

"Then what about you..." Yang Zhao paused and looked at Yang Liu.

"It's unspeakable~" Yang Liu remained in a daze.

"Yang Liu, what are you going to do?" Yang Zhao angrily threw down the newly bought wooden comb and looked at Yang Liu angrily. He was very angry. After all, he still didn't believe that a little girl who was only a little older than him could do anything.

"What are you yelling about? Call me sister~" Yang Liu didn't seem to be scared by Yang Zhao at all. Instead, she smiled indifferently and even teased Yang Zhao.

"..." Yang Zhao was speechless. It was like a punch on cotton.

"Oh, no, from now on, call me brother in front of other people. From now on, you are the adopted son of the Yang family and my adopted brother. Do you understand?" Yang Liu smiled with his eyes curved, looking a bit scheming.

"Who are you..." Yang Zhao felt a little chilly as he looked at the other person's smile which was not at all like a girl of this age.

"Yang Yuzhou, the orphan of the Yang family." Yang Liu smiled faintly.

"..." Yang Zhao was going crazy. He couldn't understand this woman, not at all. Damn it, she was Yang Yuzhou, then who was I? !

He wanted to see what this woman was going to do. He would follow this woman and take a good look at why she was pretending to be him.

……

Along the way, Yang Zhao didn't talk to Yang Liu again. He really didn't say anything useful. He really didn't want to bother her.

On the other side, in the Yong'an Palace, Prince Yong'an and his wife were looking forward to it and waiting anxiously.

"Prince, do you think it could really be Zhou'er's child?" The princess looked at her own prince with anxiety in her eyes, fearing that this was just a dream.

"You, don't panic. No matter whether it's true or not, so many years have passed. You should let it go..." Prince Yong'an patted his wife's shoulder to comfort her, but his other hand clenched into a fist, showing his nervousness.

"Prince - Prince - they are back!" With the maid's shout, the people they had been waiting for finally arrived.

"Quick, quick - bring him in -" Prince Yong'an immediately rushed to the door of the reception room. Just as he was about to rush over, he felt something was wrong, so he retracted his legs and paced on the spot.

"Uncle Huangfu..." followed by a call.

A figure being carried on someone's back came closer and closer.