Huo Yixiao frowned.

This is indeed not a pleasant topic.

If it were before, he would have turned around and left, but today, he endured it.

He saw Mrs. Jin's hesitation and also saw the old lady's persistence.

Moreover, he asked the old lady to say it.

He agreed to the old lady and helped her here...

Furthermore, Old Mrs. Jin is really old.

Standing behind the old lady, Huo Yixiao could see the top of Mrs. Jin's head as soon as he lowered his head.

The old lady sitting on the swing was covered in silver wire and black became a minority, and her back was also hunched over. The setting sun set, and the afterglow fell on her body, adding a layer of warmth, but it was also dull.

Huo Yixiao rolled in his throat, and after a while, he asked, "Why?"

Old Mrs. Jin has been paying attention to Huo Yixiao's reaction.

She didn't look back, nor did she dare to look back. She just used her no longer sensitive ears to listen to the movements behind her.

Even though she made up her mind and really opened her mouth, she still made her feel uneasy.

Fortunately, Huo Yixiao endured his character.

Old Mrs. Jin breathed a little relieved and said slowly: "I still remember that when you were young, you always liked to go to the ancestral hall. If you couldn't find you elsewhere, you would always find it in the ancestral hall."

Huo Yixiao naturally remembers it too.

He was too young at that time, and he had only a few understandings of life and death.

After understanding the meaning of his parents' "dead", he knew what the tablet was, so he went to the ancestral hall, sometimes staying for an afternoon.

The nannies didn't dare to urge him, probably because they saw that he was pitiful, so they brought him a little slap, asked him to sit down, and looked up at his parents' tablet.

Those memories of the past are still clear when recalling them now.

Huo Yixiao responded to show that he was listening.

Old Mrs. Jin said again: "I know that compared to the royal family, you hope that your surname is Huo. Huairen and his wife are your parents. You are the fourth son of the Huo family, rather than the 'Fourth son' whom others avoid this and that in the court, they finally called it "Fourth son". But, Ye Xiao, your surname can be changed, and the blood on your body will not change. You insist on not accepting the emperor or being a prince, but in everyone's eyes, you are still the emperor's son, and your prince..."

After saying this, Old Mrs. Jin rubbed her chest.

There are some truths that are clear and clear, but I still feel bored when I say them out.

It was so boring that it was not only Mrs. Jin, but also Huo Yixiao.

The wind blows in the summer evening, which is stuffy and sticky, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

On the water surface in front, several dragonflies hovered.

With Mrs. Jin's eyesight, she couldn't see it very clearly, but after countless summers in her life, she knew that the thunderstorm was the most boring before, and it was a rumbling scene to make her feel more refreshed.

"You know the great principles in the officialdom better than me," said Old Mrs. Jin, "But I know more about women's family affairs than you.

Xiao, you have married a wife, she is now using prescriptions. She can wait like this on the grounds that she is young and has a bad health before. She has been recuperating for a few more years, but she will have to have a baby sooner or later.

The Shen family collapsed, and the emperor could not let his grandson's surname be Huo.

In a few years, your wife is pregnant and has a big belly. Do you want her to handle those troublesome things during pregnancy?

Regardless of whether you want to recognize it or not, she is pregnant with the emperor's grandson. She will not treat the children in her belly as children of the Huo family just because your surname is Huo.

Recognize your ancestors first, then have children, and worry less about it.”

Huo Yixiao pursed his lips, his jaw tightened, and he didn't say a word.

Such silence was not because he was unwilling to communicate with Mrs. Jin, but because the old lady's words were like a dagger that stabbed into his chest.

What he thought of was Wen Yan’s dream.

What awaits them in the dream is not the cumbersome agenda when recognizing their ancestors, but the "trouble".

The trouble of life and death.

The old lady is right.

His surname is not Zhu, but his surname is still Huo. He and the emperor were twenty-nine years old. Even though he was disheartened, the emperor gave up forcing him to bow his head, but in the eyes of others, his child was still a big trouble.

He lost Wen Yan and the child who had just settled in Wen Yan's belly...

Huo Yixiao clenched his teeth.

He had imagined that scene, and he only thought about the beginning, and did not dare to think about it carefully.

"I..." Huo Yixiao spoke, with only one word, his voice was so tight that he could only cough lightly, "You, are you trying to say that if I restore my identity, there will be no worries?"

"It's not that easy," Old Mrs. Jin shook her head, "You know that things are not that simple. Those who are hiding in the dark will seize every opportunity and stab a knife in you."

Huo Yixiao naturally knew it.

If you want to be truly at ease, you have to take out all the unknown secrets, remove all the hidden dangers, and take everything into your own hands.

Huo Yixiao calmed down his mood, slowed down his tone, and said to the old lady: "Thank you for being willing to tell me this."

Old Mrs. Jin was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled.

The astringent smile is a bitter smile.

"Because I feel guilty," Old Mrs. Jin sighed, "Do you remember Zhan'er? The maid who used to clean up the yard."

Huo Yixiao said: "It seems that there is such a person."

Old Mrs. Jin turned her head and looked up at Huo Yixiao. Her old hands were pressed on his hands: "Once, she broke her mouth in the yard. She said, 'The fourth young master's eyes look like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince', that year, you were six years old."

Huo Yixiao's breathing suddenly became tight.

When he was six years old, it was during the Fengping period. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince deserved to be his father, now Emperor Ruiyong.

It was also that year that Old Mrs. Jin was seriously ill and no longer raised him personally, so she sent him to the front yard.

Huo Yixiao asked carefully: "What else did she say?"

Old Mrs. Jin's body trembled, and she relied on holding Huo Yixiao's hand to draw strength. She trembled and told the dialogues in her memory.

Every word is a hole in her heart.

Huo Yixiao listened silently.

It turns out that there is such a reason.

The reason why Mrs. Xing kept trying to ask but didn't ask was actually just a few words from Zhan'er.

"Those few words have become my nightmare," said Old Mrs. Jin, "The letters in my family are all about Ankang, Ankang, so Ankang, why...

If you were not my great-grandson of my legitimate relative, where did he go?

My great-grandson is gone from anger in the womb, or does he have to die?

What about Huairen’s wife? Is it really difficult to give birth, or is it because I can’t protect my son and I’m so excited that I can’t stop my blood?

After Huai Ren returned to Beijing, he was depressed. After he handed you over to me, he never cared about it and ignored him.

I thought he was too sad and afraid of getting sick for you, but in fact, you replaced his son...

I was thinking about those things all the time, and I became seriously ill.
Chapter completed!