The prince walked into Old Liu Tou's house and took out Nian Chen's portrait. "Have you seen this woman?"

The woman was cracking melon seeds. "Hey, people come here several times a day, but I haven't seen them before. I haven't seen them before."

Old Liu's hand holding the hoe stiffened, and the hoe fell to the ground.

The prince looked over with cold eyes. There was a strip of cloth tied above the hoe. Although the piece of cloth... was tattered, the prince could still tell at a glance that it was heavenly silk.

In Fengtian, only Nianchen had the honor of being able to wear clothes made of heavenly silk. The emperor also rewarded Nianchen with all the heavenly silk tribute paid every year.

"Ah!" With a scream, Old Liu Tou looked at the prince in horror.

It was like seeing the devil from hell.

He took his sword and cut off the mother-in-law's fingers that were holding melon seeds.

The woman screamed.

"Tell me where she is."

Old Liu was trembling and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

"She still has nine fingers." The prince hated that woman and would not touch her, but the sword did not have eyes.

Old Liu Tou was frightened and stammered, "Xicun, the village chief's house, the village chief's house."

The prince's breath tightened, and he turned around and ran towards the West Village.

Nianchen...

It's her.

It's definitely her.

The eyes were so hot that the prince's fingers were trembling.

After five years, he was finally able to find her...

"Chen'er, wait for me."

Brother will come to take you home soon.

Five years.

In the past five years, she, a pampered and pampered princess, had lived in a small village like this... for five years?
Chapter completed!