The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

The imperial capital of the Eastern Empire, in Chang'an City.

Night falls and heavy snow falls.

The weather was too cold, the doors of every house were closed, and the city was very quiet. Occasionally, one or two dogs barked in the distance.

Muling was dressed in a black robe and walked through the night with brothers Wen Qing and Wen Xin.

A long procession followed them, knocking on doors door to door.

Mu Ling's face was expressionless and his brows were furrowed.

Wenxin lowered his head, feeling very depressed.

Wen Qing patted him on the shoulder.

"The general didn't blame you. If you look carefully, you will definitely find the little princess."

Just as Wenxin was about to speak, a luxurious carriage came from east to west.

Muleng, who was about to enter the yard to check, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the luxurious carriage.

Four snow-white horses opened the way, followed by a luxurious carriage made of rosewood, with twisted yarn as curtains and octagonal palace lanterns at the four corners.

There is a big word "Song" written on the carriage.

Mu Leng's eyes flashed, and he quickly passed over and blocked the carriage.

Seeing this, the driver quickly reined in the reins.

In the car, Xiao Yanbao looked through the gauze curtain and saw his uncle at a glance.

The little guy opened his mouth to call someone.

Seeing this, Fu Ling'an reached out and gently covered her small mouth.

"Yan Bao, please don't talk for now. When your uncle Mu Ling catches up, we can find a place where no one is around, and let your uncle have a good talk with him."

Xiao Yanbao blinked his big eyes and shook his little head.

The little guy didn't yell loudly, but his big watery eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Fu Ling'an lowered his voice and patiently explained to her.

"Yan Bao, the current situation in Donghuang Kingdom and Beiyuan Kingdom is tense. If my uncle's identity is exposed in public, Yan Bao may never have a biological uncle again."

Xiao Yanbao's big watery eyes stared straight at Fu Ling'an.

The child's eyes are too clean and straightforward.

The disbelief and reluctance in his eyes were like a soft thorn, piercing into Fu Ling'an's heart.

"Yanbao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yanbao stared at Fu Ling'an carefully, as if he was afraid that his uncle would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"What Doudou means...will Doudou leave Yanbao forever like Aniang?"

Fu Ling'an's heart ached intensely, and he gently held Xiao Yanbao in his arms and comforted her softly.

"No! Never! Uncle will always be with Yan Bao!"

Xiao Yanbao clutched his hanging sleeves tightly and asked uncertainly.

"Is Doudou lying to children?"

Before Fu Ling'an could speak, Xiao Yanbao straightened his body and added with an extra serious face.

"Doudou, Yan Bao is three years old and is no longer a child!"

Fu Ling'an's stinging heart was healed instantly.

Seeing the little guy look like a kid, my heart felt soft.

He shook his head solemnly.

"Uncle will never lie to Yan Bao."

Xiao Yanbao did not relax, but asked urgently.

"Then just now Doudou said that Yan Bao might never kiss Doudou again."

Fu Ling'an laughed.

I knew that the little guy didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he sensitively caught the last few words.

Fu Ling'an explained to her in a gentle voice.

"Yan Bao, what my uncle just meant is that if you don't leave here with your uncle, your uncle may be attacked by the people brought by your uncle Muling and get hurt."

"Of course, if Yan Bao is outside, don't worry. Muling is your savior no matter what. For your sake, my uncle won't do anything to him."

Xiao Yanbao roared anxiously.

"Doudou, shake quickly (go)! Shake quickly!"

They are all her uncle.

No one can get hurt!

Xiao Yanbao frowned and thought.

They are three-year-old adults who know how to be humble to each other, and their uncles are so old, they should be able to do it, right?

Looking at the furious Xiao Yanbao, Fu Lingan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

As for meeting on the battlefield...

Fu Ling'an's eyes were dark and his thin lips were slightly pursed, cold and ruthless.

Following Fu Ling'an's words, Xiao Yanbao's attention fell on Mul Ling outside, and he did not notice Fu Ling'an's subtle change in mood.

Seeing that Uncle Muling really followed him as his uncle said, the corners of Xiao Yanbao's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

The little guy's eyes were sparkling, because there was still a lot of moisture in his eyes, which were as moist and shiny as pearls.

As long as the two uncles play together or have a delicious meal together, Uncle Muling and his biological uncle will live in harmony like Uncle Muling and the Emperor's uncle, right?

This problem was solved, the little guy thought of another problem.

Children can't hide their thoughts.

Ask whatever comes to mind.

"Doudou, do you know who Yan Bao's father is?"

A flash of astonishment flashed across Fu Ling'an's eyes.

Did Gu Qilin know Yan Bao's true identity?

Fu Ling'an didn't want Xiao Yanbao to know that she was an abandoned child at such a young age, so he deliberately pretended not to know anything and asked Xiao Yanbao.

"Isn't Gu Qilin Yan Bao's father?"

Xiao Yanbao's slender and curled eyelashes drooped down, and her soft voice gently brushed Fu Ling'an's heart like a feather.

Soft and itchy.

Very comfortable and very rare.

"When we were at Uncle Imperial Master's house, Uncle Imperial Master and Doudou both said that the bad father might not be Yan Bao's biological father."

Fu Ling'an: "..."

Mu Ling doubted Yan Bao's identity and he could understand it.

After all, according to the information he found, Xiao Yanbao's life in Prime Minister Gu's Mansion was not as good as that of the servants in the mansion.

But Song Qilin also said that. Could it be that Song Qilin also guessed that Xiao Yanbao was the blood of Bai Chuanlin, the king of Nanxiang?

If that was the case, when he saw Song Qilin later, he would have to warn him before Song Qilin revealed Xiao Yanbao's life experience.

Before he took Xiao Yanbao to see his sister, Song Qilin couldn't let Xiao Yanbao know her life experience, lest Xiao Yanbao would be sad.

Half an hour later, the carriage drove into a restaurant in the west of the city.

It was freezing cold and there were not many customers in the restaurant.

There was no shortage of wealthy people in Chang'an City, and luxury carriages abounded, so the group did not attract much attention.

Fu Ling'an wore half a silver mask, wrapped Xiao Yanbao tightly in a cloak, and carefully carried him out of the car.

Before Mu Ling could come from behind, he had already quickly entered the restaurant lobby with Xiao Yanbao in his arms, and then went straight to a private room on the third floor of the restaurant.

In the private room.

When Song Qilin saw a man dressed in red with half a silver mask, he subconsciously looked at Lu Huaijin who followed him in.

The moment Lu Huaijin nodded slightly, Song Qilin guessed the identity of the other party almost instantly.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan?"

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly poked his little head out of his big cloak, staring straight at Song Qilin with his big dark eyes.

"Uncle National Master~"

Song Qilin was shocked when he saw Xiao Yanbao.

"Yan Bao?"

Before Song Qilin could speak again, Fu Ling'an spoke quietly.

"Song Qilin, I have something to say to you alone!"

Song Qilin was stunned for a moment and nodded without hesitation.

Fu Ling'an covered Xiao Yanbao's ears very naturally with his hands, and his cold voice reached Song Qilin's ears.

Of course, it also reached Xiao Yanbao’s ears.

Xiao Yanbao's hearing is fine now.

Even if I cover it, I can still hear clearly.

"Song Qilin, Yan Bao has his own plans for his life experience, and you don't need to interfere at all!"

Little Yanbao's big eyes flickered, and his little heart was beating fast.

What does this mean, uncle?

Do you know who her biological father is?

But why didn't her biological uncle tell her, and why didn't she allow her uncle, the national master, to tell her?

Song Qilin looked at Fu Ling'an, and then at Xiao Yanbao, who was covered by a wide sleeved robe, only the top of his black head was exposed.

He was a little confused.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan means... that you don't plan to recognize Xiao Yanbao for the time being?"

Xiao Yanbao was confused after hearing this.

Didn't her biological uncle already recognize her?

Fu Ling'an didn't quite understand what Song Qilin meant, but he really didn't intend to let Xiao Yanbao know his life experience now.

The current situation in Kyushu Continent is tense.

Feng Qingli of the Eastern Emperor State was ambitious and secretly united with the Western Xuan State to annex the Southern Xiang State.

If Feng Qingli finds out that Xiao Yanbao is the princess of Nanxiang Kingdom, Xiao Yanbao will immediately become a chess piece in Feng Qingli's hands.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling'an nodded grimly.

"Correct!"

Song Qilin: "..."

But if you don't recognize it, why does Xiao Yanbao seem to be very close to His Majesty Beiyuan?

Did they meet each other privately without telling anyone?

Song Qilin's mouth twitched.

After a while, Song Qilin slowly spoke.

"I understand what Your Majesty Beiyuan means, and I will not interfere."

Just as Song Qilin finished speaking, the door was pushed open again, and Mul Leng strode in. Wen Qingwen stood guard at the door, with the sword in his hand unsheathed at any time.

Smelling Uncle Muling's breath, Xiao Yanbao poked his head out of Fu Ling'an's arms again.

Before Fu Ling'an could react, Xiao Yanbao slipped out of his arms like a little loach.

Mu Ling was well prepared and rushed over to hold her in his arms.

"Yanbao!"

Xiao Yanbao also hugged Muling's neck tightly with her thin and tender arms and called out softly.

"Doudou~"

Fu Lingxin raised his voice.

"Yan Bao, you are injured."

Mu Ling also saw the wound on Xiao Yanbao's forehead and felt extremely distressed.

"Yanbao, you..."

Xiao Yanbao nuzzled into Mu Ling's arms affectionately and explained in a sweet voice.

"Doudou, Yanbao doesn't feel any pain anymore, he's healed~"

How could Mu Ling believe it?

He gently covered Xiao Yanbao's eyes with a big hand, his face as dark as water.

The originally peaceful atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and tense.