"This...this handkerchief is..." Prime Minister Chen carefully took the handkerchief from the long sword with his trembling hands.

He threw down the sword in his hand, held the veil in both hands, raised his head with a confused look on his face, looked at Su Wanwan, and asked in a trembling voice: "Where did you get this veil...?"

Old Zhou looked at the handkerchief in Prime Minister Chen's hand and said something bad in his heart. When he was about to step forward to stop Su Wanwan, he heard Su Wanwan's voice speak crisply: "My handkerchief! Return it to me quickly!"

"Your veil?" Prime Minister Chen raised his head suddenly and looked at Su Wanwan. His gaze changed from surprise to shock, and then he turned into confusion, and then he was full of disbelief: "How could this be your veil?"

"This... I was entrusted by someone to give this to someone else. You can give it to me!" Su Wanwan rushed to Prime Minister Chen and reached out to take away the veil from his hand.

However, Prime Minister Chen was a step faster. He quickly stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeves, then raised his head, looked at Su Wanwan, and asked word by word: "Let me explain clearly, who entrusted you with me, and I will return the handkerchief to you."

"You..." Su Wanwan suddenly stared at him with wide eyes and said, "Old man, are you mistaken? We two are fighting now, okay? And you are obviously not my opponent. If I want to, I can knock you down at any time and then take the veil away from you!"

Prime Minister Chen was silent for a moment, then raised his head, looking at Su Wanwan with a hint of expectation and asked, "Tell me, this handkerchief... is this handkerchief... you are entrusted by someone to give it to someone named Songzhu?"

After hearing Prime Minister Chen’s words, Su Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously asked, “How do you know?”

"Sure enough..." Prime Minister Chen was immediately happy. He looked at Su Wanwan and continued to ask: "Tell me quickly, when did you ask this veil to give to the man named Songzhu?"

Old Zhou was suddenly a little anxious. He took a step forward and was about to stop Su Wanwan, but Chen Yunjing grabbed his arm.

"Jing'er?" Old Zhou turned his head anxiously and looked at Chen Yunjing.

Chen Yunjing pursed his lips, but did not speak.

"Do you know Songzhu?" Su Wanwan looked at Prime Minister Chen and asked without answering a question.

After Prime Minister Chen was silent for a moment, he turned his head and looked at the tomb not far behind him, and then sighed a long sigh and said, "Yes... I even know that the one you are looking for should be the third son of the Yang family, right?"

After hearing Prime Minister Chen's words, Su Wanwan was slightly stunned, then put away the long sword in her hand, looked at him with clear eyes, and said with a hint of confidence in her tone: "Are you the third son of the Yang family?"

Prime Minister Chen sighed deeply, looked down at the handkerchief in his hand again, and a line of tears couldn't help falling.

"Lan'er...she really?" Prime Minister Chen looked at Su Wanwan with tears in his eyes, pinched the handkerchief in his hand, and asked in a trembling voice.
Chapter completed!