You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

He looked at the slightly familiar eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Song?"

Nurse Song choked up and said, "It's a slave, Your Majesty, it's a slave!"

Prince An hummed and asked her, "Where have you been in the past few years? Why haven't you found it for four years?"

Mr. Song was shaking like chaff and could not utter a complete sentence at all.

When Zheng Zheng, who was beside her, saw this, he spoke for her.

"My lord, I am a rich man from Anyuan County. My name is Zheng Xun."

"Four years ago, the villain took his wife to the countryside to inspect the fields. They found a woman holding a baby by the stream. The woman had a bruise on the back of her head and was bleeding a lot. She was about to die. The villain He and his wife took her home for treatment."

"She is the Song family."

"After Mrs. Song woke up, she lost her memory. She didn't know who she was. She didn't know where she could go, so she knelt down and begged my wife and me to give her a bite of food."

"I saw that she was beautiful, so I asked her if she would be my concubine. If she was willing, I could take care of the little baby she brought with her."

"She agreed and has lived in the Zheng family since then, living peacefully with me. I also recognized the child she brought and named her Zheng Zhien. I hope this child will understand the meaning of repaying a favor."

"Four years have passed in this peaceful life, until one month ago, Ms. Song suddenly regained her memory."

"She said that she was the nanny of Prince An's Mansion, and the child she brought was the blood of Prince An. She wanted to return the child to the Prince's Mansion, so we brought Zheng Zhien to the capital."

"As a result, something happened before we even entered the capital."

"It is also our fault that we are not tight-lipped. When we were resting at an inn outside the city last night, we accidentally revealed that the child we were bringing was the young master of Prince An's Mansion. After we rested last night, men in black broke in through the window and robbed us. Zheng Zhien is gone."

"We were so frightened that we immediately asked our martial arts servants to chase him, and we chased him all the way to the foot of Baiyun Mountain."

"Then we met these officials."

"What happens next is exactly what the official said just now."

After Zheng Xun finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Prince An eagerly.

After Prince An listened to Zheng Xun's words quietly, he lowered his head and stared at the little baby Zheng Zhien in his hand.

The little baby was born round, white and tender, and very good-looking. It looked like he had been well-fed and well-fed. He looked like a member of the Zheng family with their round bodies.

Prince An asked him, "Who are those people over there?"

Zheng Zhien turned his head and looked at the Zheng family. He called everyone one by one in a milky voice but with eloquent words, "My father! My mother! My aunt! My sister! Aunt Zhang..."

Prince An asked again, "Why did the man in black carry you up the mountain last night and hide you under the shrine? Why didn't he kill you, huh?"

Zheng Zhien looked up at Prince An with a blank look on his face.

Princess Jiaoyang rubbed Zheng Zhien's head and said with a smile, "Father, look at what you are asking. My brother is only four years old. How could he know why the man in black wanted to hide him under the shrine? How could he know that he was hiding under the shrine? Why not kill him?"

Princess Jiaoyang knelt down and hugged Zheng Zhien, "Brother, I am also your sister. I am your biological sister. My name is Ji Sanning. I am eleven years old this year."

Zheng Zhien tilted his head and looked at Princess Jiaoyang blankly, "But, I heard them call you Princess."

Princess Jiaoyang smiled and said, "Princess Jiaoyang is just my title. My name is Ji Sanning. You will also have a title in the future. When dad invites you to be crowned a prince, they will also call you Prince An and Crown Prince." Little prince!"

Zheng Zhien blinked and looked up at Prince An, with a little expectation in his eyes, "You, are you really my father?"

Prince An stared at the little baby and said nothing.

After a few breaths, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the little baby's head, and said to the entourage behind him, "Let's go back to the palace first, and bring the Zheng family back to the palace to settle them properly."

The entourage should be handed over.

Prince An turned around and led a pair of children across the threshold of the hall. When he looked up, he saw Jing Feiyuan and his party standing in the courtyard outside.

Prince An narrowed his eyes slightly.

Why is this girl here too?

Is it a coincidence, or did you follow him?

"Greetings to the prince, greetings to the princess——"

After Jing Feiyuan bowed and saluted, Qing Lingling's eyes fell on the four-year-old baby who was being held by Princess Jiaoyang.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yaoyu's confused voice suddenly sounded in her mind, "Hey, there's something weird about this little doll..."

Jing Feiyuan's pupils narrowed.

She just suspected that the child was a fake who was being taken advantage of, but Yaoyu Space actually said that the child himself was also weird!

She remained calm and asked in her mind, "What's weird?"

Yaoyu Space said, "I can only vaguely feel a hint of weirdness and disobedience. If I want to figure out what's weird about him, I need you, Master, to find an opportunity to get close to him and let me find out his veins."

Jing Feiyuan lowered his eyes and responded.

When she ended her conversation with Yaoyu Space, Prince An happened to lead someone down the steps and came to her.

Prince An stared at her with narrowed eyes, "Miss Jing, what a coincidence."

Jing Feiyuan knew that Prince An was suspicious.

She raised her head and looked at Prince An calmly, "It's quite a coincidence, Prince. Last night, the girl was framed by her mother-in-law Zhao Qianshi and her husband Zhao Lingjie in the Baiyun Temple, and she was almost killed. When the girl climbed through the window and escaped from the Taoist temple, she felt faintly. Seeing many people searching the Taoist temple with torches, the girl has been curious about what happened last night. It just so happened that the girl left something in the room last night, so she came here to take a look when she had free time."

Prince An looked sideways at the viewer on the side.

The viewer nodded.

Prince An then said to Jing Feiyuan, "They were searching for the child behind me last night. There was nothing major."

Jing Feiyuan turned his head slightly and looked at Zheng Zhien behind Prince An, showing a gentle smile, "Young Master looks really good, but he doesn't look like a prince, but looks like a princess, right?"

Prince An did not speak, but the servant behind him said, "Miss Jing, be careful, our prince has never married, and there is no princess in Prince An's palace."

Speaking of this, the servant secretly glanced at Prince An.

He thought, their prince is so handsome and powerful, but he has always been alone. Now that he has finally returned to Beijing from the bitter cold border, he must marry a soft and beautiful princess to accompany him for the rest of his life. He cannot let people misunderstand that their prince has a wife. Wife, otherwise if the news spread, how could the prince marry a wife?

Jing Feiyuan was a little surprised when he heard this.

Prince An doesn’t have a princess?

Princess Jiaoyang and this four-year-old child...

Could it be that he was born by a concubine?

She remembered her previous life until her tragic death five years later, until Zhao Lingjie married Princess Jiaoyang. She heard that Prince An was still unmarried. Could this man have grown old alone?

Jing Feiyuan glanced at Prince An, bowed and saluted, "It was a common girl who made a mistake. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

"It's okay."

Prince An nodded politely to her and led the people away.

After walking a few steps, Prince An looked around the Baiyun Temple and frowned slightly.

He always felt that this Taoist temple looked familiar.

It seems he has been here.

But he has no memory of this.

Could it be that he came here once every month when he got sick?

Thinking of his incurable disease that must occur once a month, a flash of self-disgust flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward even more indifferently.