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

Feng Zhengnan noticed that the eyes of the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty looked at him gradually something was wrong.

What's wrong is also his father, King Luo'an.

Feng Zhengnan subconsciously wanted to look at Marquis Yongning's expression, but he tried his best to stay rational and did not dare to turn his eyes towards Marquis Yongning.

There are so many people, which one is not a human spirit?

Whenever his eyes fall on Marquis Yongning, everyone can immediately draw a conclusion without saying anything.

He is the son of Yongninghou!

Feng Zhengnan's brain was spinning rapidly, and Princess Chang Luo frowned as she looked at it.

Did that little brat Gu Yanbao really not lie?

Is Feng Zhengnan really the son of Marquis Yongning, not the biological son of King Luoan?

Looking at Feng Zhengxi and Feng Zhengbei, who had equally tense expressions, Princess Chang Luo's heart began to fall.

in case……

If these three people are not the biological sons of King Luoan, then who is the suitable marriage partner for her?

Fengmian is actually the best choice.

But since she had already attacked the five Feng Mian brothers, there was no room for maneuver.

And Feng Mian is not the right age.

She wants a husband who can be controlled by her, and a man she can look at and like.

Fengmian...

As a thirteen-year-old, she doesn't have that kind of hobby.

Princess Chang Luo couldn't wait to know the truth.

She asked Gu Yanbao directly.

"Yan Bao, how can you be sure that the third son's birthmark is on the right side of his waist?"

Xiao Yanbao is more straightforward.

"Tan Yan Bao (saw) it!"

Princess Chang Luo: "..."

The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty: "..."

No, little princess, although you are only three years old, you are still a girl.

At this moment, the frozen Feng Zhengnan's IQ came online and he spoke quickly.

"Little Princess, I have never met you in person, how do you know if I have a birthmark on my body?"

Feng Zhengxi and Feng Zhengbei also agreed at the same time.

"That's right! How long have you been named princess? Before that, it was said that your life in Prime Minister Gu's Mansion was not as good as Ichijo..."

A low and gloomy voice came from the door of the hall.

Ji Wuchen, dressed in gold-rimmed black clothes, appeared there like a ghost at some point, staring at them with his dark eyes.

To be precise, he was staring at Feng Zhengnan.

At that moment, the blood all over Feng Zhengnan's body seemed to freeze.

His face suddenly turned pale.

When Xiao Yanbao heard his father's voice, he turned around and ran towards Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen's deep and gloomy voice became particularly gentle.

"Yanbao, don't move, daddy, come over."

After Ji Wuchen finished speaking, one second he was still at the gate of Xuande Hall, and the next second he was in front of Xiao Yanbao.

He bent down and gently and lovingly picked up Xiao Yanbao.

"Yan Bao, daddy is back."

Xiao Yanbao smiled so hard that his teeth disappeared.

"Daddy, are things done?"

Ji Wuchen smiled and nodded.

"done."

The only voices in Xuande Hall were Ji Wuchen and Xiao Yanbao talking.

One is as gentle as water, with doting eyes, and the other is innocent, soft, cute and lively.

After saying a few words to Xiao Yanbao, Ji Wuchen's eyes fell on the pale-faced Feng Zhengnan again.

"You can speak, please speak more."

Feng Zhengnan: "..."

There was no emotion in Ji Wuchen's voice.

"Let me hear how much inhuman treatment my daughter suffered during the years when I was sleeping!"

Having said this, he added quietly.

"It's worthy of you being such a useless snack in human skin, talking about my daughter's three years of abuse by that scumbag Gu Qilin in Xuande Hall, just open your mouth!"

Feng Zhengnan: "..."

Ji Wuchen's aura is too strong.

Especially as he approached, Feng Zhengnan felt as if a layer of frost was coming towards his face.

He subconsciously wanted to apologize.

But a bastard's biological father, a face he had never seen before in the emperor, how could he deserve the apology from the dignified third son of Prince Luo'an?

Is he worthy of this strange man?

Feng Zhengnan tried hard to straighten his back, but his body was still bent continuously by Ji Wuchen's powerful aura.

Feng Zhengnan had cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"you……"

King Luo An spoke with a dark face.

"presumptuous!"

Ji Wuchen turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on Luoan Wang Feng Qingjiang.

"There are even more outrageous ones, please enjoy it, Your Majesty!"

After finishing his words, Ji Wuchen raised his sleeves seemingly very naturally and elegantly.

The sound of luxurious fabrics tearing came from the hall, followed by Feng Zhengnan's disbelieving exclamation.

"Ahhh!"

The eyes of everyone in Xuande Hall quickly fell on Feng Zhengnan.

Then he saw Feng Zhengnan's white body.

The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty: "..."

The female relatives brought by the minister: "..."

The female relatives first watched the show in excitement, then covered their eyes and screamed in horror.

"Ahhh!"

He Yushi watched from the side, his pupils shrank sharply and his whole body was trembling.

he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"It's an insult to politeness! It's an insult to politeness!"

……

All the civil and military ministers of the dynasty could not care less about the female relatives who were forced to suddenly look at Feng Zheng Nan's beautiful body.

While glaring, they quickly glanced at Feng Zhengnan's right waist.

I don’t know who spoke up first.

"Good guy! Third Young Master really has a birthmark on his right waist!"

“And it’s really the size of a fingernail!”

"Oh my God! So the third young master is really the son of Marquis Yongning?"

"Oh my god! The prince's head is really green!"

"It's more than just green! I have been a father for many years and raised Yongning Marquis' son as my own son!"

"The third young master is dead, the second young master and the fourth young master..."

Ji Wuchen looked at everyone with a half-smile.

"You want to know?"

The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty: "..."

Although it's not authentic, but... my head didn't obey, I became conscious, and nodded wildly.

They reject it inwardly.

Believe them!

Ji Wuchen smiled lightly and raised his sleeves again.

The familiar sound of tearing fabric was heard, and the familiar screams spread throughout Xuande Hall.

The screams were swallowed up by familiar and excited exclamations.

"Ahh! Oh my god! What the little princess said is actually true. The second and fourth young masters really have birthmarks on their legs!"

“And they’re about the same size!”

"And the shape is almost the same!"

"Oh my God!"

"I have never eaten such a big and exciting melon in my whole life!"

"Oh my God! None of the three sons are really King Luo'an's!"

"Who can bear this?"

"Not everyone can be so angry that their blood rushes to the sky!"

"There are three of them!"

"Is King Luoan okay?"

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, who were always on the front line, finally looked at King Luoan, who had raised a bunch of sons for others.

King Luoan, who has helped others raise their sons for many years: "..."

King Luo'an's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were almost welded to death on the birthmarks of his three sons.

He suddenly turned to look at Marquis Yongning.

Marquis Yongning: "..."

The situation was over, and he knew that there was no use in talking more.

In this case, it is better to admit it happily.

After all, his own son wants to call someone else's father. It's quite awkward for him, a biological father, to have to salute his sons every time due to his status.

Marquis Yongning slowly stood up straight and looked quietly at King Luoan, whose eyes were bloodshot.

"Brother Qingjiang, I..."

King Luo An didn't say anything, rolled up his sleeves and started beating him.